I rubbed in the cream using large circles that killed me. My hard-on was threatening to make a hole in my pants, but all my attention was on this woman. I couldn’t look away, and I started to realize I might never be able to.
Chloe leaned into my touch, bending slightly at the waist, and immediately, I needed more.
“Bend forward.” My tone wasn’t to be fucked with, and my girl clearly agreed as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on a faded sun lounger.
The smell of coconut and summer filled the air, along with something sweeter and infinitely more beautiful. It was Chloe. She was as turned on as me, and this close, I could tell. Any thought I’d had about being too old for her or staying away dissolved in a pit of desire.
“Like this?” she asked, her voice teasingly innocent.
She widened her legs a little, letting me see where the red of her bathing suit was darker. Wet. Wet for me.
“Exactly like that. Good girl,” I murmured, letting my hands wander up her inner thigh. “Do you want me to carry on?”
She twisted her beautiful body to look at me over her shoulder and nodded.
“I can’t hear you, Chloe.”
“Yes, I want you to carry on. Touch me,” she said quickly, her lips quirked into a wicked grin.
I knew I’d never get over this girl. I had to have her. I had to keep her. “As you wish.”
My finger slid along the thick red material, back and forth, light enough for her to feel it. She arched her back and spread her firm thighs wider. I slid my finger around the edge of the material, pulling it away, and feasted my eyes on her for the first time. My mouth watered. My fingers landed on her skin, and she gasped as I pushed one gently inside her. It was tight as hell.
“You’re so tight, Chloe. Makes me think that nothing bigger than my fingers has been inside you before.”
“It hasn’t. I mean, your fingers are the first.”
Her soft admission stilled me. This perfect, provocative woman was innocent, and she was giving me this first experience. I felt unworthy even as I knew I was going to do it anyway. I was going to be her first and every day after that.
“Not that I haven’t tried to… you know,” she trailed off shyly.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?” I pumped my finger in and out while my thumb circled her clit.
Her hands gripped the sun lounger, her knuckles whitening. “Come. I’ve tried to make myself come, but I don’t think I’m doing it right,” she muttered, rocking her hips against me.
I slipped another finger inside her tight hole, and she cried out. “After today, you’ll know what it feels like. You’ll never be unsure again. But I don’t want you touching yourself. That’s my privilege. No one touches this pussy except me, got it?” My voice was a harsh murmur now.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Chloe, rocking so gloriously on my hand, fucking herself with it as I knelt at her feet. She was rising. I could tell by the redness blossoming up her neck and across her face. Her movements were becoming faster and more frantic. She was heading toward her first real orgasm, and I wasn’t going to go easy on her.
“Look at me, sweetheart. Eyes on me.” My sharp command came just as she crested.
Her cry bounced off the walls of the cabana, and her core tightened like a vice around my hand. Her hips stuttered, shying away from the sensation, but my hand didn’t relent. I dragged out the pleasure as the sound of my finger thrusts grew wetter and wetter. The air filled with the sweet perfume of Chloe’s release, and I leaned in and breathed deeply. Fuck. Perfect. Mine.
The part of me that felt ownership over this woman was barely a man. It was the beastly part, the violent, possessive caveman part, and I already knew it would win against my rational brain. From this moment on, or maybe since that first sight of Chloe sashaying around the pool, I needed this woman to live. It was a case of basic survival.
“Oh, my god, that was even better than I’d thought it would be. It’s official. I’ve never made myself come before,” Chloe said in a rush.
She collapsed onto the chair as I released her and carefully pulled her bathing suit back into place.
“And no one else has either? How is that possible?” I mused, indulging myself by licking the finger that was inside her.
She watched me with huge eyes. “Lack of opportunity?” she suggested faintly.
“I don’t think that can be it, honey. I’m sure you’ve had more than your share of male attention.”
Chloe shrugged, and her eyes darted away from mine. “I guess I’m a miserable bitch to be around.”
“Hey.” I cupped her cheek, tugging her obstinate chin toward me so I could capture her reluctant eyes. “Don’t do that. Don’t speak about yourself like that in front of me.”