And she loves every minute of it.
She spreads her legs, showing me everything she’s got, and without hesitation, I touch her there, my fingers gently stroking. “Wet,” I murmur.
“Mmm, hmm.” Those eyes fall closed yet again, her head tilted back, her face shining in the sun. “Make me come like this, Spence.”
I continue searching her, sliding one finger inside her. Then another, the wet sounds of my fingers slipping in and out of her getting louder and louder. Leaning in, I draw a perfect, hard pink nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking and biting. Making her hiss in a breath. Making her moan low in her throat.
I make her come with just my mouth on her breasts and my fingers inside her wet, welcoming body, that soft “oh” she emits just before her body is consumed with shudders the only indication that she’s coming. When the orgasm eases, I pull my fingers from within her body and stand, taking off my shirt. Shucking my swim trunks until I’m as naked as she is, and desperately hard for her.
“Get up,” I demand, and she does as I say without protest, knowing she’s going to benefit. I sit on the lounger and encourage her to sit down on top of me, which she does eagerly. Within minutes, we’re readjusted, my cock embedded inside her body, her tits in my face, her arms wound around my neck.
“I like this,” she murmurs with a faint smile before she delivers a tongue-filled kiss.
I kiss her in return, shifting my hips, thrusting inside. She rides me, clinging to me, her mouth fused to mine, her pussy clenching tight around my cock until I feel like I might explode. The warm air brushes against our bare skin, making me break out in goosebumps, and I shiver when she draws her fingernails down my spine.
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips, just as another orgasm ripples through her. Her inner walls squeeze and torment, ringing my own orgasm straight out of me.
I come with a surprised shout, not giving a damn if I disturbed someone or caught the attention of a complete stranger. The orgasm came so quickly, but I’m too far gone to care.
“That was fast,” she says once our breaths have calmed and our heart rates have slowed.
I squeeze her close, dropping a kiss on the top of her breasts. “Felt good.”
“It always feels good with you,” she says with the utmost sincerity.
I smile at her, brushing the stray blonde hairs away from her face. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kisses me, shifting her hips, my cock still inside her. She keeps moving like that, I’m going to start fucking her again. “We don’t need to go down to the pool. Not yet.”
I raise my brows. “What do you want to do then?”
“I want you to keep fucking me. Just like this.” She surges forward, her hot pussy pressing against my lower stomach, and I’m instantly hard again. “Slow. Like we have all the time in the world.”
“We do.” I thrust forward, sending myself deeper. “We have the rest of our lives, remember.”
“You promise?” Her smile is small. Her laughter, sweet.
“Yes.” I kiss her, murmuring against her lips, “I promise.”
We do have the rest of our lives. Together.
That has a nice ring to it.