I nod although it’s hard to listen to her words given that her curvy body’s driving me insane.
“So if we had an inflatable swan, you’d be more into it?” I rumble, one black eyebrow cocked. “Would that do it? And I can definitely ask the bar to make you a rainbow drink with umbrellas, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
She blushes.
“No, you know what I mean,” is her breathless murmur. “I just thought there would be burgers and beer, maybe some splashing around and harmless fun. Because this is anything but that,” she murmurs, looking around the room.
I can’t agree with her more even though I don’t bother to survey the scene. Because the hoarse grunts and breathy cries around us have grown louder as more and more couples decide to take things to the next level, wet flesh slipping and sliding against one another. But still, it’d do no good to scare the sweet filly, so I smile once more, blue eyes fixed on her perfect features.
“Well, how about I get you an inflatable swan?” is my repeated offer, eyebrow raised. “Would that make you feel more at home?”
She giggles a little, another blush of pink spreading across her chest. Oh shit, she’s got the most delicious breasts I’ve ever seen on a woman, and my cock jerks again, desperate to get into her. Down boy, is my fierce mental command, thankful that she can’t see because of the churning waves. Don’t scare her away before this has even started.
Because I need this woman. I need to feel her, to lave those pretty nipples with my tongue while pinching her clit. I need to nudge her folds with the tip of my shaft before burying myself deep, and the urge is so strong that I’m a fucking monster sitting here in the spa making like everything’s okay.
But she doesn’t know, and the brunette’s eyes sparkle a bit.
“You have an inflatable swan?” she asks merrily, meeting my eyes fully for the first time. “Sure, if you have one, I’d love to see it.”
This is my cue.
“Get into the water sweetheart,” I gesture. “There’s no one in the hot tub but me and you, and I’ve got a swan for you. One with a long, thick neck, if you get what I mean. Once you’re in, I’ll show it to you.”
She sits back on her heels for a moment, eyes shocked and wide. But my girl’s a good one because then she bites her lip and nods slightly.
“Okay,” she says, gracefully getting up and revealing that curvy body to me once more. “But you promised about the swan,” she warns teasingly.
I can’t rip my eyes away from those Double Ds, much less the slit hovering so close to my mouth. She’s so close that I can almost smell her cunt, what with the tangy female folds and soft plump lips. But the girl has no idea and slowly, she steps in delicately, one little toe entering the warm water before her calf disappears under the waves, and then a thigh.
“Ohhh,” she moans breathlessly, settling onto the seat next to me. “You’re right, the water does feel good.”
But not so fast. There are rules at the Billionaires Club and I intend to enforce them.
“Sweetheart,” I say silkily, “you forgot something.”
She lifts big brown eyes to mine.
“I did?” she asks, looking around. Her stilettos have been discarded by the edge of the pool, as well as my fluffy white towel. “What did I forget?”
I grin.
“Not forget exactly,” is my slow drawl. “But you didn’t take off your top.”
She blushes again then, her hands instinctively rising to cover those big Double Ds. What a shame to hide them from view. They’re gorgeous and perfect ovoids, the creamy white tempting me from about three feet away. I can’t wait to suck them once they’re out in the open.
“What?” she murmurs breathily. “What do you mean?”
I laugh then, the sound more like a bark.
“Sweetheart, it’s the rules. Females don’t wear tops at the Billionaires Club,” I say casually. “Haven’t you noticed? Look around you and you’ll see.”
But she doesn’t look because she knows it’s true. All the women at the pool are topless, luscious breasts swinging this way and that, glistening under the low lights. It’s the way we like it, and I’m not about to let her get away with flaunting the rules.
The brunette bites her lip again.
“Okay,” she says a little nervously. “I guess I can do that.”
My cock twitches again with satisfaction and anticipation. Holy fuck, I can’t wait. She’s gorgeous and innocent, and I can already see so much despite the gold fabric. What’s it going to be like once she lets them out for real?
Fortunately, the show is even better than I expected because in the next moment, one small hand is creeping up to the ties behind her neck, and in the next instant, the gold material is slithering off her curves, revealing everything to my eyes.