“Are you alright?” I frown, my eyes flicking back up to hers. “You look flushed, and–”
Oddly, Sasha flushes deeper. “It’s the heat,” she says quickly. “It’s warmer than I thought today.” She glances quickly towards the pool, swinging her legs off the lounge chair away from me as she stands up gracefully, giving me a perfect view of her slim legs and ass framed by the small blue bikini bottoms.
My cock throbs at the sight, half-hard instantly, and I grit my teeth in an effort to ignore it. I’m not sureIcan stand up now, and I surreptitiously press down on my cock with the heel of my hand in an effort to get my erection to subside before it gets any more obvious.
“The water does look nice. I’ll just go change–there are trunks in the pool house.” I get up too, on the opposite side of the chair from Sasha, turning away from her so that there’s no chance of her glimpsing the ridge of my cock pressing against my fly before I can do something about it.
“Hurry up, then.” Sasha tosses a grin over her shoulder, walking towards the water with a sway in her hips that makes my mouth go dry.
By the time I change in the pool house and manage to wrestle my cock into submission, Sasha is already in the water. I step out to see her standing waist-deep, her reddish-blonde hair plastered to her shoulders, making her eyes look even larger than usual in her delicate face. Her bikini is clinging to her skin, showing me the shape of her in a way that seems even more erotic than if she’d simply been naked. I feel the dangerous throb in my groin that warns me I’m one wrong thought away from being rock-hard again.
Looking at her from across the deck, it’s more clear to me than ever that what I feel for her is more than just wanting, more than the fact that I desire her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in all my life. Icraveher, down to my bones, down to mysoul.Not touching her feels like starving, like drowning with no way to rise.
Not being near her at all feels worse.
Fortunately, the water is so cold that when I get in, the problem of my arousal is briefly solved. I shiver, and Sasha laughs, close enough to see.
“It’s freezing in here.” She runs her hands through the water, walking a little closer. “But it feelssogood.”
Fuck.The sound of those last words, playfully moaned aloud, makes my cock struggle valiantly to rise despite the temperature of the water. Sasha moves closer, her full mouth twitching upwards humorously as she runs her fingers through the water. I’m so distracted that I don’t realize until too late what she’s about to do.
She splashes me, full-on, the freezing water spraying over my face and chest and momentarily making my breath freeze. She splashes me again, moving closer still. I react before I can think about it, splashing her in return and reaching out, grabbing her around the waist.
I hear her gasp as I pull Sasha close, and everything seems to narrow down to the two of us for a moment, her taut, wet flesh under my hands, the closeness of her lips, the water streaming down us both. The thin strings of her bikini bottom brush against my fingers, and it would be so easy to tug them loose, to feel her naked under my hands–
My cock lurches again, and I suck in a breath, realizing that Sasha has gone very still in front of me. I look up to see her eyes fixed on mine, her breath coming quick and short again, and it feels impossible to walk away again. It feels impossible to stop.
“What are you thinking about?” Her voice comes out soft and breathy, her body swaying towards mine in the cold clear water.
“I saw you.” The words come out before I can stop them. “When I came out here–I saw you. What you were doing while you were alone.”
Sasha’s cheeks go violently pink, her eyes widening as she tenses under my hands. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, looking away. “I shouldn’t have–out here–”
“Don’t apologize.” I breathe in, and I can smell the scent of her–warm skin, coconut sunscreen, the sharp tang of chlorine. “But right now, Sasha, it’s taking every last shred of self-control that I have not to finish what you started.”
A small, almost imperceptible shudder goes through her. I feel her hand pass through the water as it reaches for mine, and her fingers wrap around my hand, moving it from her hip to the warmth between her thighs.
“The only one stopping you is yourself,” she says softly, looking up at me with a gaze that seems all the more devious for its innocence. “I definitely won’t stop you.”
Her hand lets go of mine, her fingers brushing over the back of it, and I can’t make myself move it of my own volition. Her wet bikini bottom feels silky underneath my fingertips, and even though the fabric is cold, I can feel the heat of her radiating through it.
“I’m all yours, if you want me,” she whispers. “I always will be.”
I can feel my pulse throbbing through my veins, what blood remains in my head beating in my temples. I want to kiss her, devour her, fuck her,ruinher, and it’s taking everything in me not to do exactly what she’s begging me to do.
“It’s not a question of wanting,” I murmur, but my fingers are already slipping to one side as if my hand has taken on a mind of its own, underneath the smooth fabric. Her skin is bare and soft, a slick wetness coating my fingertips that has nothing to do with the water we’re standing in. I can’t resist parting her folds with my fingers, slipping them between her swollen flesh, and Sasha moans when I drag them upwards, grazing her clit as she rocks towards me.
“Yes,” she moans, her hands coming up to grab my waist as her thighs part for me. “Please, Max.”
No sound has ever been sweeter than Sasha begging me to make her come. I tell myself that every touch is the last one, just a little more, and then when I can’t justify that excuse any longer, I tell myself it would be cruel to leave her hanging like this. The same excuse I used at first–that it’s her pleasure, not mine, and that makes all the difference–even as I know that’s not true.
She rocks against my hand, hers pressed against my chest, then grabbing my shoulders as I push her closer to the edge. I can feel her wet heat on my fingers as I stroke her clit, circling, rubbing, and without stopping to think, I push two of my fingers inside of her, curling them forward as my thumb keeps up the steady pressure on her clit.
“Max!” Sasha gasps my name, her head falling back as her nails dig into the bare skin of my shoulders. I want to make her come, want to feel her clench around my fingers the way she did around my cock that night, to give me some small reminder of the pleasure we shared. This isn’t enough for either of us, but we’ve been fighting it too long to have nothing at all.
She presses against me, riding my fingers, her hips rolling in a steady, urgent rhythm as I bring her closer to the edge. I press my lips against her ear, feeling her shudder at the brush of them over the shell, and drag them down her throat. She tastes like salt and the warm musk of her skin, and my cock stiffens in my trunks, my desire overcoming the chill of the water. “Come for me,cuore mia–”
I feel her stiffen and hear the tiny cry that she muffles as she presses her mouth against my neck, clinging to my shoulders with a grip that could be painful if it weren’t for the intense arousal coursing through me. I feel her clench around my fingers, rippling, squeezing, her whole body shuddering with the force of her climax as she comes hard on my hand.