‘No?’
‘Fuck no.’
He grabs my hand and pulls me up. We run into the darkness of the garden.
‘Where are we going?’
‘Do you trust me?’
‘Of course.’
‘Good. Because it’s time to face the truth.’
‘What truth?’ I ask breathlessly.
‘There’s a heated swimming pool at the bottom of the garden.’
I laugh. ‘You’re mad.’
‘Totally.’
And I see it. A frosted glass structure. From the outside I can see many lights flickering in it. He opens the door and we are in. Lit purely by candles, hundreds of them, it is incredibly beautiful, with the wavy light reflecting on the water. It is also very warm. Like being in a tropical country. The candles are scented and the perfume is unfamiliar to me, but exotic, the way I imagine some jungle flower in the tropics to smell like.
‘Wow! It’s really hot in here,’ I say.
He doesn’t answer. He gets on with stripping me down to my bikini. I squeal when he picks me up and throws me into the deliciously warm water. I float on my back and watch him get naked before he plunges in.
He swims to me, wraps his arms around my body, and kisses me passionately. I have never kissed anybody while I am in water. It is a sensual, sinuous experience. When he lifts his head I am no longer in the middle of the pool, but have been brought close to an edge.
‘Feel me,’ he says.
My hands curl around his cock. ‘Done,’ I say.
And then I am slowly, with water sluicing down my body, rising out of the pool. Fuck! He’s strong. I feel the hardness of the tiles by the side of the pool under my buttocks and thighs.
‘I want to kiss your clit now…’
I spread my legs out eagerly. I’ve never known a man who is so crazy about eating my pussy as he is.
His lips move forward and kiss the front of my bikini bottom. Looking up at my face, he pulls on my hips to bring me even closer.
‘Move the fucking material.’
Now that is what is called a fucking command. I pull the triangular piece of cloth slowly across to one side and expose my pussy to his eyes and lips. I put my hand on his shoulders to steady myself and press my naked pussy against his face.
‘Lie back,’ he orders.
With my legs still in the warm water I lie down on my back. I feel the cool tiles on my back and his cheeks brush against my thighs as he moves between them. My legs move up and across his shoulders. And so he licks. Long languorous, thorough licks. The same dedication with which way a dog would groom itself clean. Earnestly.
There’s a job to be done here.
With each lick he goes deeper and deeper inside. One finger touches my hard clit.
‘Oh!’ I grab his head and spread my legs wider still. His tongue slips inside my pussy. Just a bit. Wow! It is enough to carry me home. I moan when he uses his finger to gently spread open my swollen lips.
‘So pink. So sweet,’ he murmurs.
One finger slides inside as his tongue continues to lick. I push against the finger. It slides farther inside. My eyes close and my body arches. His finger moves in and out of my wet, wet pussy. He covers my clit with his mouth and sucks.