“Nice?” he asked.
“God, yes,” she moaned, panting. It was too much. She was drowning in thick, hot pleasure.
“Here,” he said, grabbing her hand hastily. “You do this.”
She took the vibrator from him and continued manipulating it over her clit. Part of her couldn’t believe she had become so shameless with him, but most of her didn’t care. It felt so good. Seth rose out of the water suddenly, the image of rivulets of water rushing off his naked, awesome form scoring her consciousness. Her face was at the level of his long, strong thighs sprinkled with wet, dark hair. His cock was fully erect, springing from between his thighs. The long, thick staff was flushed dark pink from the heat and his arousal. The fat, defined cockhead was the very image of temptation. She opened her lips and leaned toward him, but he stopped her with his hands on her shoulders.
“No. Lean back as far as you can,” he said, and she could tell by the roughness of his voice that he was nearly as excited as she was. She leaned back against the smooth cement surround, her gaze never leaving his cock. “Farther. Arch your back and stretch your throat back. That’s it,” he acknowledged when she rested the crown of her head on the terrace surface and arched her spine, sending her breasts high. Excitement and anticipation pounded through her. She thought he was going to kneel over her and push his cock into her mouth.
But that’s not what he did.
Instead, he plumped her breasts higher in the pocket of the tied-off shirt and placed his foot on the bench below where she sat. He braced himself with his arms on the side of the pool, his big body tenting her, and pushed his protruding, swollen cock against the cleft of her breasts. Gia cried out in sharp excitement at the sensation of his heavy, warm cock against her skin.
“Look in the mirror,” he growled from above her as he thrust and sent his cock deeper into the cleft of flesh. She rolled her head sideways and watched, spellbound as he sawed his hips back and forth, his glistening buttocks flexing magnificently as he rubbed his cock between her breasts. “You said you liked how different we are,” he grated out as he thrust, and the swollen cockhead popped up between her breasts. She pushed one breast closer to his thrusting cock, cushioning his hardness in her softness. He groaned roughly. The image of Seth naked and hovering over her in such a dominant position, of his flagrant, ruddy erection against her pale, curving flesh—all of it overwhelmed her with excitement. It would be stamped in her brain forever. She felt herself cresting against the vibrator. She cried out and shuddered in pleasure.
“You can’t get much more different—or beautiful—than that,” she heard Seth say as she moved the vibrator rapidly between her thighs and rode the hot waves of orgasm.
Her eyelids had clamped closed while she came thunderously. She raised them sluggishly when she felt Seth gently lifting her out of the water. The smooth tile surround felt cold and delicious against her steaming flesh. She stared into Seth’s face, her brain and flesh heavy with satiation and heat.
“I think I overcooked you,” he said, his handsome mouth quirking. Despite his smile, he looked concerned, she realized. “Are you okay?” he asked her gently.
She blinked, trying to muster her brain into working. The cool air against her wet, hot skin was helping clear the heavy sensual fog.
“Yeah,” she swallowed. “That was . . .”
“Nice?” he murmured, leaning past her. His movement caught her attention. His cock still looked huge and heavy between his strong thighs. She sat there, panting softly, her focus now entirely snagged, as she watched him efficiently roll on a condom. He sat on the deck next to her, their feet both still in the bubbling water.
“Gia?”
“Huh?” she asked, dragging her stare off his cock and gazing up at his face. His brow quirked in mounting concern, and she gave her brain a vicious mental prod. “It was so nice. I don’t know how you make me so . . . different.”
“Different?”
She nodded, licking her bottom lip. “You take me out of myself,” she whispered.
His slow smile made her cooling skin prickle, bringing her back to the moment, surer than anything. “Maybe you just are being more yourself.” She blinked as
she took in his words.
“I’m going to try and make this easy on you,” he said, urging her to stand with his hands on her shoulders. “Come here,” he directed gruffly, guiding her between his spread thighs, her back to him. She felt his cock brush against her ass and glanced back. He was holding it up, aiming it between her thighs. Understanding his intent, she braced her hands on his solid thighs and lowered. He found her slit. She bit her lip hard at the sensation of him flexing his hips and pushing the plump head into her. Gritting her teeth, she dropped lower onto the rigid stalk.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he groaned roughly, transferring his hands to her hips. He took the majority of her weight, lowering her slowly onto his cock. When she sat in his lap, he circled her hips in a taut little circle, his thumbs sinking into her buttocks. Gia hissed at the incendiary sensation of him stretching her and throbbing deep inside. Glancing aside, she saw how tense his big body looked in the mirror, his biceps and shoulder muscles strained hard and round as he contained his arousal. She sat forward slightly to accommodate his cock inside her. He opened his hand along her hip and stroked her from ass to rib, his actions deliberate and focused. Her vagina flexed inward at the vision of his dark hand sliding against her skin. She moaned and began to lift over him, but he placed both of his hands on her hips and kept her nailed firmly to his lap.
“Hold still while you cool off a bit.” Despite his command, his cock lurched inside her, and she heard the hard edge to his tone. As always, she loved the evidence that he wasn’t as cool and in control as he seemed most of the time. He began to stroke her again while both of them watched in tense fascination in the mirror. “What do you see?” he asked her, his deep, rough voice causing her spine to prickle.
She said the first thing that popped into her brain. “My ass looks white as a ghost next to you,” she said, frowning slightly. She saw him smile. He caressed the buttock closest to the mirror.
“I like it white,” he told her warmly, shaping the flesh to his palm. “I’d like to turn it pink . . . and hot beneath my hand.”
Her gaze flew to his in the mirror. He was watching her with a steamy focus. “Don’t worry,” he told her, restrained amusement in his tone. “I’m not going to spank you now. You already look wrung out as it is.”
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. She replayed what he’d just said in her head. Her clit pinched in excitement. Instinctively, she tightened around him. He grimaced and suddenly pushed her up on his cock then hauled her back again, grinding up on her and circling her hips subtly in his hands. She whimpered at the incendiary, unexpected stroke.
“You’re not fine. You’re fucking fantastic . . . and a trial,” she heard him say darkly. She saw his broad chest expand as he inhaled slowly. A thrill shot through her to see him fighting for control. He seemed to come to himself and saw her greedy gaze on his face in the mirror. “You’re still holding the vibrator,” he said, stroking her hips. She blinked in surprise and glanced down. She hadn’t realized she still clutched it. Had Seth turned it off when she was short-circuiting in orgasm?
“Turn it on and press it against your clit,” he instructed warmly.
“No,” she said shakily. He’d seen her come undone enough for one night. She wanted to see him unwind. “Fuck me.”