My one brief boyfriend, Alan, didn’t have any passion whatsoever, except for his video
games. I didn’t understand how a guy could be so into pixelated violence when he had a girl
that he easily could have taken to the bedroom sitting and reading a book right beside him
on the couch.
In our short relationship, we only really had sex three times, and I had felt like he was doing
it out of some sort of sense of duty, to make me happy. And yet I certainly hadn’t been
happy, since he had made very little effort to satisfy me, which had made it impossible for
me to relax around him.
Also, I knew it wasn’t supposed to matter, but he had been quite on the small side in one
physical area. It would have been fine if he had been more enthusiastic about things, but it
just never made me hot.
But feeling Devin’s rock hard shaft pressing between my legs as he groped me sent flames
straight through me. He didn’t seem to care at all that there was a handful of people at the
far end of the pool.
“Can you feel what you do to me, baby?” he murmured, nibbling at my ear as his hands
roamed across my hips and thighs.
I nodded against his shoulder, then he quickly led me straight to the hot tub. That area was
more secluded, surrounded by greenery and huge palm fronds.
He held my hand as we slipped into the water, fingers entwined with mine. As he pulled me
into his lap and sat down, Devin’s grin changed his face from tough and rugged to positively
adorable.
Luckily the water wasn’t too scorching, and as we melted into each other, there was
something brewing that was immediately hotter than the water.
My hands gripped the back of his shoulders as he pulled me into a kiss so seductive that I hoped there were no security cameras. His tongue played lightly with my own, tasting me,
devouring me.
The water was almost up to my shoulders, but anyone walking by would have seen Devin’s
hands slipping under my bikini top to firmly grab my breasts.
“You’re terrible,” I whispered, but didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to let him do anything
and everything. His lips were so firm against mine, as if he were taking control of me.
Shifting, his huge hands guided me so that I was straddling his lap, as he pulled me down