“Like it?” His mouth falls open as he follows my gaze, and I swear I see his cock jump a couple of inches under his pants, trying to get at me. “Every man who looks at you likes it. Jesus, do you really have no idea what you do to any hot-blooded male that sets eyes on you? That body is made for one thing, Safi.”
“Really?” I frown, feigning bewilderment. Feeling brave, I let my legs fall open a little, aware that the wet bikini bottoms are molded to my lower lips, aware that the fabric is struggling to keep me covered up. “What is my body made for?”
“I…” He stares between my legs, his breathing so heavy I’m amazed he isn’t keeling over right now. “You…”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were drooling, Mr. Schalk.”
He finally drags his eyes away from my pussy, his gaze languidly sliding over my body until it hits my face. “You’re a little tease today, huh, sweet treat? I ought to—”
“What?” Finally I lean forward, placing my hand against the bulge under his trousers. It’s the first time I’ve touched what he’s packing, and it’s hard as a rock. Sliding my fingers down underneath, I give his balls a little squeeze, then grin. “What are you going to do?”
6
Roman
This girl has me by the fucking balls, physically, sure, but metaphorically too.
Right now I’m trying to decide if I want to grab up the towel and cover her over again, force her to keep it there this time, or rip off every scrap of the minimal clothing she’s wearing and fuck her right here. Let the world know she’s mine and if anyone wants her they’ll have to go through me.
As she stands, pressing her tits out to reach up and grip my shoulder, my mind goes into overdrive. I know that if anyone is looking out of the windows they can see her right now. That very thought drives me crazy, making me growl as I grab her wrist, making her flinch.
I draw her hand up to my lips, kissing her fingers, the only way I know how to calm the beast that’s raging under the surface. Remind him that she’s delicate, that I could break her if I’m not careful.
And I will be careful.
Because no matter what else, I’ll always protect her. She is my first priority.
My hands slide to her wide hips, making her shiver as the pool water follows my touch. I let my fingertips trail around, tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms.
She’s a brat, driving me wild like this. She knew what she was doing, knows what she’s doing now. She ought to be careful not to start something she can’t finish.
“Sweet treat. There’s something I wanted to show you. In the guesthouse.” I’m desperately trying to hold onto the last shreds of civility within me.
“It can wait.” She stares into my eyes, her hazel irises glowing with a golden light of their own. “I want you inside me, Roman, I can’t wait any longer.”
My rough fingers are just inches from that sweet cunt of hers and it physically hurts to hold them back. I want to dip a fingertip in her, draw out that sweet honey I just know is trickling out right now.
But what she doesn’t know. What she can’t know, is what I have—had—planned for this evening.
The reason I was here in the first place, coming to find her.
In the guesthouse, the table is laid with the finest cuisine I could buy. I know she enjoys fine dining. I also know she loves orchids, which is why there are literally hundreds of bouquets in all colors placed throughout the house: electric blue, passionate pink, sunburst yellow and everything in between. Champagne, dessert, and a small white box.
Sneaking in wasn’t difficult, but keeping my focus right now is a struggle.
“Safi…” How do I tell her that tonight was going to be perfect? That tonight was going to be the night. I wanted to make our first time special, to let her know that I’m not like other men, taking what they can get. She was going to be treated right, I was going to make sure she knew that this is always. Forever.
“Your loss.” She shrugs and turns away, giving me an eyeful of that fine, round ass as she bends down to pick up her towel.
And I’m gone.
Stepping forward, I grab her up in my giant’s hands, slinging her over my shoulder in a single movement, ignoring the gasp of shock. “Don’t play with me, little girl. You have no idea what the rules are.”
I wrap my arm around her legs, almost keeling over from the musky, alluring scent so close to my face, and march down the side of the pool, heat raging in my face as I head for the guesthouse.