“You’ve got an amazing body. Feel what it does to me,” He took her hand and pressed her palm against the bulge in his jeans.
“Never mistake how beautiful you are,” he said to her. Dean leaned down and picked up the bikini.
Her heart burst as he knelt at her feet and she stepped into the panties. He pulled them up her legs and when he’d placed the panties on her body, he squeezed her ass. He pulled the top part out and she saw the straps wrapping around her neck. She lifted her hair and waited as he placed the cups over her full breasts. She blushed as she saw he’d picked the right size. His fingers tied the straps around her neck. She took a breath and turned around.
“Purple is a wonderful colour on you,” he told her.
She waited as he pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his jeans. He wore a pair of swimming trunks and Laura couldn’t help but laugh. Dean's trunks were printed with a yellow duck on the front.
“I thought that would lighten the mood,” he said.
Laura couldn’t stop laughing and wrapped her arms around his neck. Dean joined in her laughter. He picked her up and twirled in a circle with her in his arms.
“I love hearing you laugh,” he said.
A squeal escaped her lips as she felt him pick her whole body up with one hand under her knees and the other supporting her back.
“Put me down,” she yelled.
Still in his arms, Dean crossed the small bridge over the stream and along the mass of grass. “I know it’s not a built-in pool, but this is the best I could do.”
Laura stared in front of her. A large circle shaped swimming pool lay in the centre of what felt like the wilderness to her.
“I didn’t know how big this land was,” she said.
Dean chuckled and explained, “The house isn’t very big, but some people don’t like having this as part of their garden and being near the outskirts of town. It works well for me though.” He put her down.
“It's beautiful,” she whispered.
Dean helped her into the pool and the rest of the afternoon she spent languishing and relaxing. Though every time she got a glimpse of the yellow duck she burst out laughing.
“I think I’ve got the best solution for your giggles,” he said. He did some shuffling and went under the water. His fingers dangled the trunks off his finger and he let them fall out of the pool and onto the grass below.
Laura was speechless.
“Will the lady follow me?”
She smiled and untied the straps of her bra and then pulled her panties off and walked to where he stood in the pool. She checked to make sure the pieces landed in the same location as Dean’s.
“You’ve got me where you want me, now what?” she asked.
He took her in his arms and kissed her.
Laura moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck. His tongue brushed along her lips, teasing her open. She submitted to his onslaught and opened her mouth. The taste of coffee and cinnamon erupted on her tongue. Her fingers then grasped the small hairs at the back of his head.
When he pulled away, Laura smiled. “You’ve been eating the cinnamon buns I made,” she said.
“I can’t get enough of them. Just like I can’t get enough of you.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the pool.
Laura held on and kept her gaze on him, drugged by everything about him, his hard exterior and loving personality. The yellow duck on his trunks was a perfect example of his sense of humour.
Dean laid her down on her grass and he followed, lying on top of her.
“I want you again,” he groaned.
“Have me, Dean. I’m yours. Only yours.”
His fingers found her wet warmth.