I stare down at her and if I didn’t know better I would swear I am 13 again and this is my first kiss. “You want me to kiss you?” I ask.
She smiles lovingly and nods.
I bend and softly take her lips in mine. Her eyes close and her lips are soft and open, just like I imagine she is under her dress.
Cut it out!
My cock thumps in appreciation at the last thought, but it’s my tongue that brings me back to reality. We kiss again and again, and with my eyes fused shut, I have no idea how to control myself.
Cut it out.
No!
My arms crush her and I bring her to me, and she melts into my arms, her hands going to the back of my head as she groans softly.
Don’t groan or it’s all over.
Her tongue gently dances with mine and I move closer and closer.
How much can a man fucking take?
“Oh God,” she murmurs into my lips.
Fuck!
The kiss deepens, and this time, unable to help myself, I grab her behind and grind her body against mine so she can feel how hard I am for her. She needs to know.
“Stace,” she whimpers. “You feel so good.” Her lips drop to my neck and I close my eyes as my knees nearly buckle from beneath me.
Fucking hell, I feel arousal start to pump hard through my bloodstream.
Stop, stop, stop. Stace, stop!
She looks up at me with those perfect innocent eyes and she smiles softly. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I softly brush her hair back from her forehead as I look down at her. “For what?” I ask.
“For showing me what it was like.”
My eyes hold hers.
“Now I know how it feels.”
My heart drops and her lips connect with mine one last time, her tongue rims my lips and then dives deeper. She’s right, this night is perfect. This kiss is better than perfect.
I need to give her…
I stop myself.
Her lifeline… I need to be a man and give her the lifeline fantasy she deserves. This isn’t about my fantasy and I have no right to want her as much I do.
I pull back from her in a rush as we both pant, trying to catch our breath.
Her face falls. “What’s wrong?”
My chest rises and falls as I try to control my erratic heartbeat and I shake my head.
“I should walk you back to your room, Rosh,” I pant.
“Why?” Her eyes darken and she moves closer and gently untucks my shirt from my pants. My breath hitches.
“Because.” I tip my head back and look to the sky for divine guidance. I can’t think when she is pulling on my shirt like that.
She runs her hand over my chest.
“Because this is a nice date. A well behaved date.” I murmur, distracted.
She undoes my top button on my shirt. “Is that so?” she breathes into my ear so close I can feel her hot breath dust my skin. Goosebumps scatter.
I nod, unable to make my mouth say the words.
“Is that because I’m a nice girl?” she whispers.
I nod again.
“And you’re a nice guy?”
I shrug. “That’s the illusion we are trying to achieve here.”
She laughs out loud and I frown.
“You honestly think we are nice? I think the opposite.” She pauses and I frown. What’s she talking about? “You see, I think we are a little bit different, you and I.” Her sexy eyes hold mine and I know I am close to my breaking point.
“How so?”
“We both think that we want good.”
I watch her with hungry eyes.
“But the reality is, we both crave bad,” she whispers.
I stand still and a frown crosses my brow.
“I think, in each other, we see a little bit of bad,” she whispers sexily. “That little bit of fucked up we both desire.”
I smirk.
“And it’s the crazy in you that I crave.” She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head to reveal her bare breasts and a white, lace G-string.
Her perfect, toned body is plump for picking, so close I can almost taste it.
Game over.
“Fuck, yeah,” I whisper as I start unbuttoning my shirt.
She slides her panties down her legs and steps out of them seductively.
“I’m going for a swim. Well behaved, boring boys aren’t allowed in the pool.”
I smirk as I rip my shirt over my shoulders and throw it onto the ground. I jump on one foot as I take off one shoe, and then the other, tearing my pants down.
She wants a bad boy? She’s going to fucking get it.
She laughs and dives into the pool and I dive in after her. I pin her aggressively up against the wall and kiss her violently.
Her legs wrap around my waist. My hands are on her behind and I rub her up and down over my hard cock. God, she’s so fucking hot and tight.
The heat she is omitting is burning me alive.
“Give it to me,” she pleads. “Give me the crazy I need.”
I put my hands over the back of her shoulders for leverage and drive home in one hard pump. Her head falls back and she cries out in both pleasure and pain.
“Ahh,” She whimpers.
I grab a handful of her hair and drag her head back so that her eyes meet mine. With one hand on her shoulder slamming her down onto my cock and a handful of her hair in the other, I’m going out of my brain.
So good.
So fucking good.
I grab her legs and bring them over my shoulders and hold her in a vice-like grip.
Tearing her up and down as she groans in pleasure, I watch her eyes close as she deals with the pleasure.
This is when she is at her best, when she is helpless.
Owned.
Owned by me.
When I have her in a grip and I can fuck her as hard as I want.
And fuck… do I want it hard.
With her back against the tiled pool wall and her two legs over my shoulders I have complete control, and I drive home hard with piston pace.
I feel her insides quiver and I know she’s close. I go harder, deeper, and she throws her head back and screams out loud as she comes in a rush, which sets me off, my cry matching hers.
I keep lifting her to empty myself completely. I don’t want it to end. I want more.
So much more.
Our violent kiss turns gentle and loving and she cups my face in her two hands. Our cheeks rest against one another and she smiles softly against my face.
We both pant as we try to catch our breath and she giggles into my shoulder and waves up at the wall.
I frown. “What are you doing?”
She laughs out loud. “Wave to the camera.”
“Huh?” I frown and turn to see a security camera attached to the wall. “Oh my fucking God,” I stammer. I point to her with an over exaggerated arm. “It was all her doing. I was trying to be good,” I mouth to the camera.
“Was not.” She laughs as she splashes me, and my mouth drops open. “He was making me do it,” she calls loudly. “It was all him.”
“That’s it, you’re going to get it.” I take off after her through the pool to the sounds of her laughter. I grab her and dunk her hard and she laughs out loud as she chokes.
It’s been a good night.
In fact, the best.