Sabrina’s hands go down, helping me get the belt off while I keep working on the buttons of my shirt, clothes flying all over the lounge while our hands hungrily explore every new inch of skin exposed. I feel like a teenager again, wanting everything all at once—which is why I make myself slow down. Because we are not teenagers rushing because their parents might come home any minute. Because I want Sabrina to enjoy every single second. And because I want to make this night last, because I don’t know if I’ll have another one like it—even if it's everything I can think of. Having this, over and over again.
So I slow down the kiss, my hands wrapping behind her back and bringing her to a seated position.
“We have all night,” I breathe into her ear, “And I want to use that time to learn everything you love and desire.”
Feeling her shudder under my touch, all the blood goes down to my crotch, leaving me almost lightheaded as her hand goes down, exploring the new hardness between my legs through my boxer shorts.
“These need to go,” she whispers back.
And then she stands, pushing my shoulders gently until I’m the one sitting on the couch. Her hands work on the elastic at my waist, teasing, her mouth following the brush of her fingers as her knees find the carpet.
“We can go slow this way, don’t you think?” she says softly, almost like a question she’s not sure how I’m going to answer.
“I’m never going to say no to that,” I joke, already feeling my body get ready for what I’m about to experience.
She slides my boxers down slowly, my dick springing up the moment they go past my balls, and Sabrina catches it with her lips, a moan already escaping my lips at the surprise of it.
“Oh my God.”
Her hands grip my hips, her fingers digging into the skin, and then her right hand follows along the movement of her mouth, her tongue doing things that I don’t know how to explain. My head explodes and my back arches, my hands finding the back of her head again. I trail them down, undoing the clasp of her bra with shaky fingers through a brain that’s too much in the clouds to understand what’s happening.
“I take it you like it,” she says, eyes on me for a moment, her hand doing the work her lips were doing a moment before.
“You have no idea, ” I rasp.
And then she shudders, from pleasure or cold I can’t tell—the room chilly with the doors still open.
“Do you want me to turn on the heating?” I ask, my hands finding her waist and leading her up, sitting her on my lap while my warm hands travel down her back.
Her eyes look out the door briefly and then back to me.
“What about another way to get warm?” She offers, “I don’t think I needed that swimsuit after all.”
I can’t believe this woman. She’s so much more than I thought she'd be. She’s not only smart and gracious, kind and loving. She’s also got a fire inside of her that I didn’t even glimpse when we were dancing, that I didn’t even imagine when we were talking.
And so, we both run outside, the cover of the hot pool gone in less than a second, and our bodies hitting the hot water a moment later.
Somewhere in the process, Sabrina loses her underwear, and now she sits on top of me, my hands finding the roundness of her butt as her arms loop behind my neck.
“I want you inside,” she whispers by my ear, her tongue trailing down my neck.
I indulge her, one hand on her butt while the other guides me inside, to the spot between her legs I’ve been dying to explore. The water doesn’t make things easier, but I’m so willing that a couple thrusts get me all the way in, Sabrina moving up and down along with me, our lips locked together once more.
We move to a slow rhythm at first, our hands and lips still exploring, still testing. But slowly, that crescendo rises, Sabrina’s hands gripping the edge of the pool as her movements become bigger, bolder, more desperate.
“Not here,” I whisper, leaning back to look her in the eyes. “I want to take you to bed, if that’s okay with you. I want to be able to explore every inch before taking you over the edge," I say between kisses, her movement now slow and deliberate.
A smile spreads over her lips, and I know she knows what I’m talking about.
“I can’t do that here, and I really want to return the sentiment,” I say laughingly. “Not because I feel like I ought to, but because I really want to.”
“Less talking and more rushing to the bed, then,” Sabrina says with laughter ringing in her voice.
Sabrina
The bedroom is upstairs, and we pretty much run up, dripping everywhere as we go. Alastair says that it doesn’t matter, and the towels we grabbed by the entrance do little to chase away the cold suddenly settling into my bones.
But the moment we’re inside the warm room, the biggest bed I’ve seen in a long time in front of me, all the cold rushes out of my body. Alastair kicks the door close behind him, and when I turn to him, the towel drops to the plush carpet, his erection as hard as it was inside the hot pool—the cold doing nothing to deter this man.