“No, but I should.” He gave his cock another squeeze and groaned, wishing it was her hand on him. “Then I’ll be able to focus.”
She stopped in front of him, treading water. “You want to know about Renee.”
He did, but that was before Natasha’s wet, naked body was within arm’s reach. The water played with her image, distorting her curves. She was like a siren, calling him beneath the waves.
“Dimitri.”
“Yeah?”
She laughed and put her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies together. Under the smells of chlorine and sunscreen, he caught the sweet scent of figs. Her flat belly pressed against his cock, pushing it up between them, and he groaned again. Unable to resist her, he cupped her butt and squeezed.
“You want this?” he asked, pulling her closer.
“Yeah.” She tilted her head and her lips parted, ready for his kiss. But now it was his turn to tease.
“What did it? Watching me with the kids this morning got you ovulating?”
She splashed him, right in the face. He hadn’t seen it coming, although he should have, after a joke like that, and water went in his eyes and mouth. He tried to pinch her butt, but she was too quick, too slick, and she slipped away.
Wiping water out of his eyes, he grumbled, “You’re going to pay for that.”
She was over by the side of the pool now, near the stairs that led out. Stretching her arms out to grip the edge behind her, she gave him a wicked grin and spread her legs under the water. “Then get over here and make me pay.”
He dove under the water and swam along the bottom of the pool with quick, strong strokes until he was below her. On his way back up, he pressed his face between her legs, nuzzling her spread-open pussy with his lips, before he came out of the water for air.
Her head was tipped back, resting against the edge of the pool, and she was gasping.
“You’ve done it,” he told her, grasping her waist. “Congratulations. You’ve effectively distracted me.”
“Good,” she said, panting. “Now fuck me.”
With a groan, he hauled himself out of the pool and lunged for his pants, which were just out of reach. With wet, shaking hands, he yanked his wallet out of the back pocket, probably ruining the leather in the process, and pulled out a condom. He ripped it open, slipped it on, then slid back to the pool across the wet tiles. When he jumped back in, he splashed her a little.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Your hair was already wet.” Then he positioned himself at her waiting pussy and slid right in.
They both groaned, and he kissed her hard.
“How do you want it?” he whispered in her ear, reaching for her hands and gripping them tight.
“How we always do it. Hard and fast.”
This wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t how he’d planned to show her how much he loved and cherished her. But with her body clamped tight and hot around him, her breasts bobbing in the water and sunshine caressing her pointed nipples, he couldn’t resist her.
If this was how she’d give herself to him, he’d take it.
Slipping an arm around her back to protect her skin from the wall, he gripped the edge of the pool with his other hand for leverage, and gave it to her exactly how she’d asked for it. Hard and fast.
She locked those long legs around his hips, rocking against him as he pounded into her. Water splashed around them, and the sun beat down on his back and shoulders.
“This is how you want it?” he asked, needing to know, needing her to understand her.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless, thready. “Yes, yes,Macho.Just like this.”
“Touch yourself.” He licked the curve of her ear, inhaling her sweetness. “Touch yourself, Tasha.”
She let go of the pool with one hand and reached between them. He felt her fingertips brush his cock and groaned, pausing when she slipped her hand lower to cup his balls. He let her fondle them for a minute, then resumed his pace. Her hand drifted away, and a moment later her fingers fluttered against her clit and his dick where they joined.
He kissed along her neck and jaw, tasting chlorine and Natasha. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, little moans falling from her lips as her hand moved faster.
