I leadDaphne down the stone path and around the back of the house. The heavy scent of the magnolia trees in bloom hangs thick in the air. The white blossoms glow in the moonlight, and I feel like I’m sixteen again and trying to get laid without getting caught bringing Daphne back here.
The fact that I know my younger brothers have done this for the same reason doesn’t escape me. But it’s better than having to explain to anyone what I’m doing. In the six years since I’ve moved back here, I’ve never brought a woman home.
To a hotel, yes.
To this house, where my family lives? No.
But Daphne’s not just anyone.
This is going to complicate things.
Question is, will it be for the better or worse?
Complications can be fun if you let them, and I’ve always loved a challenge.
The bombshell next to me tugs my arm when she sees the pool hidden behind the scaled-down version of the estate. Swinging around in front of me, she stops and drops the heels she’s carrying to the ground. “Can you see that pool from the main house?”
“No, you can’t.” I think I like where this is going.
Daphne smiles at my response and tugs my belt free of my jeans. “It’s really hot out here.” Her head tilts to the side coyly. “Don’t you think?” Her slim fingers unbutton my jeans and tug them down before she flattens her palms under my shirt and slides them up my sides.
I kick off my shoes and pants, then my shirt as Daphne slips out of the slinky, sparkly, strappy shirt she’s wearing, then unclasps a lacy strapless bra. I just about swallow my tongue at the view. Her breasts are a perfect handful with the prettiest pale-pink nipples I’ve ever seen.
She shimmies her jeans down her legs in a way that only women can. It’s enough to drive a sane man straight to a padded room, and my cock tries to push free of my boxers, eager to get to her. With a smirk, Daphne adds her jeans to the growing pile of discarded clothes, leaving her in the tiniest pink lace panties.
“You are gorgeous.” They’re the only three words my brain can formulate as I drink in the sight of all her creamy skin.
Her smile grows. “I’m fast too. So, you better catch me quick if you want me.”
She spins on her heel and takes off toward the pool. She’s light on her feet until she trips on one of the sprinkler heads buried in the lawn. I’m faster and manage to grab her from behind before she goes down and hold her still for a moment. My erection presses against the cleft of Daphne’s ass. My hands trail down her body, skimming over her delectable curves as she trembles in my arms.
I press my lips to the heated skin of her neck and work my way down her spine until I’m on my knees behind her, easing her panties down over the ass of my fucking dreams and leaving them in the grass. With one quick smack to the iridescent skin of her ass, I stand and scoop her into my arms before I finish her sprint to the pool and jump into the deep end, taking Daphne with me.
When we surface, she laughs and pushes my head back underwater, and she’s still laughing when my head bobs back up. I could get addicted to the sound of her laughter. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“Skinny dip?” I question, as I pull her toward me, her legs wrapping around my waist while her hands push the wet hair from my face. My head dips down, and I drag my tongue around one pale-pink nipple, then suck it into my mouth.
“Mm-hmm.” She grinds her center over my cock and arches her back. “Among other things,” she adds with an air of mischief in her voice.
I palm her other breast, flicking my thumb over her already hardened nipple, and my cock strains within the confines of my boxer briefs. “What other things?”
“How about you sit on the side of the pool, and I’ll show you?” Her pale icy-blue eyes sparkle as she asks the question only an asshole would ignore. I move us so we’re on the slope of the pool, standing around four to five feet deep, then drop her legs.
Daphne dips down under the water and peels my boxers from my legs and flings them into the grass when she surfaces, then pushes me back to the edge.
With both hands on the coping surrounding the pool, I pull myself up and lean my elbows back on the cool pavers surrounding the pool and watch Daphne. The water breaks over the tops of her full breasts, leaving everything else hidden under the water. Long blonde hair hangs wet over her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face as she grips me and drags her hand up and down my dick before her thumb glides over a pearl of precum at the tip. She slowly sinks back under the water before she licks my cock from root to tip, swirling her tongue around the head and looking up at me through her dark lashes before swallowing me to the back of her throat.
Something about this... the water, her body, those eyes... her eyes. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
Little moans leave her lips, and I look down and watch her mouth slide up and down my cock. She hums, and the vibrations pull at something deep in my spine. My balls tighten, and the familiar sensation catches me off guard. “Daphne. You need to stop.”
When she ignores me, I reach forward and gather her hair in one hand and pull.
Her eyes fly up to mine. And she smiles, then swallows me back down her throat.
“Jesus, Daphne.” I come on a long, low groan and lay back on the cool brick. “Holy shit, D.” I open my eyes to see her standing over me.
“So it takes an orgasm to get you to call me ‘D’?” One hand is resting on her curvy hip, and my eyes trail down her body to the bare lips of her sex. But I want to lay this woman out on my bed and get comfortable before I make her come again.