“Sure you are.”
He strolls off, grumbling about ‘damn kids’. I help Jenn out of the pool and grab a towel to wrap around her shoulders.
“I can’t believe we just got busted fooling around!” she groans, laughing.
“Worth it.” I vow.
This time, we manage to make it back to my villa without any more detours. We burst into my room, and Jenn turns, still glowing from our little rule-breaking tryst. She skims her eyes down me, past the now-see-through linen of my shirt and right to where I’m obviously hard for her. The way she looks at me, so blatantly turned on, makes me even harder. I need to finish what we started out in the pool.
But first, I’m going to get her out of those wet clothes.
“Bathroom, now.” I order, and her eyes flash.
“Yes, sir,” she teases, scooting back into the palatial marble room. She reaches to peel off her dress, but I stop her.
This part, I want to do myself.
I turn on the shower, getting the place nice and steamy, and then finally untie those damn straps.
“All night, these little bows have been taunting me,” I tell her, my voice rough and growly. I peel the dress lower, over her bare chest, and down to those lace panties.
“Wet,” I smirk, rolling them down, too.
“Your fault,” she says, still flirty, and I laugh.
“Damn right it is. I’ll get you wet anytime you like, baby, all you’ve got to do is say the word.”
“Which word?” Jenn playfully reaches for me, unbuttoning my pants and shucking them down to the floor. She closes her fist around my cock, and squeezes.
Fuck. I groan. “Please.”
“Is that a request or an order?”
“It’s whatever you goddamn like,” I manage, barely holding it together at the sight of her small hand working on my thick girth.
Jenn grins, backing into the shower stall, so I have no choice but to follow. The hot water sprays against her chilled skin, and I imagine her in the shower each morning before work, soaping up this gorgeous body. Does she ever touch herself, still lost in dreams from the night before?
She will after tonight, if I have anything to say about it.
I press her up against the wall, kissing her hard as my hands try and get their fill. Her ass… Her breasts… The slope of her stomach and that spot right by her hip that makes her giggle. It’s incredible. And all the while, her quick hands are working my cock, pumping faster, making it hard to focus. Fuck, hard to breathe.
Then she drops to her knees.
“Baby...” I groan, not sure if I’m begging or praying.
Jenn glances up at me, water still pouring over her naked body. Eyes glazed with excitement. “That was a gasp,” she teases, echoing my own words from earlier. “Now let’s see about that moan.”
Wet mouth opening wider, as she leans in and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Fuck.” I gasp a hoarse plea, hands slamming flat against the tile to keep me standing.
Jenn grins, and licks up my shaft, teasing me for a moment before she takes me into her mouth.
And then I have no fucking words left, only the rush of pleasure, and the certain knowledge that this woman is a goddamn miracle.
And I want her to be mine.