I need to slow this down if I’ve got any hope of giving Lilavati what she wants. I sit up and gaze down at her. Drops of water from the pool still cling to the golden skin of her shoulders and arms. A few damp tendrils of hair have slipped from what’s left of her hairdo.
With trembling fingers, I pull the pins from the heavy mass and drop them, with a series of tiny plinks, on the bedside table.Her hair is long and thick and spectacular. I spread it out around her, dark as the midnight sky against the white sheets.
Lil makes an impatient sound and tips back her head, pushing her breasts up off the bed.
It’s an invitation I can’t resist. I draw a tight nipple into my mouth and flick with my tongue, rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger. The noise she makes goes straight to my cock.
I’m never going to last this time around. I’m too aroused. Thankfully, we’ve got all night.
I drag my lips down her ribs and across her belly to her neatly trimmed mound.
Gently, I push her thighs apart and sink between them. She smells of fresh water and of desire, the wetness between her legs not from the pool, but from her arousal. I stroke my tongue along her folds, gathering her juices before I nip at her clit with my teeth. Her whole body stiffens and shudders, and there’s a fresh rush of damp. Her flesh pulses and twitches. Jesus. She came with one stroke of my tongue.
The aftershocks of her orgasm grip the finger I slip inside her. She’s hot and wet and swollen and my cock is throbbing with need.
Rearing back on my heels, I roll the condom on, made all the easier by the precum dripping down my length.
With a jerk, I pull Lil’s hips up my thighs until her entrance presses against me. Her eyes are closed above her pink cheeks, a dreamy expression on her face, hands gripping the covers beneath her.
“I need you to look at me, Lil.”
Her eyes pop open, and our gazes lock as I press my tip to her entrance.
“Now,” she whispers. It’s all the invitation I need. In one thrust, I’m deep inside her, so aroused I’m not game to move for fear it will be over too soon.
Lil’s impatient, though. With a strangled moan, she digs her heels into the bed on either side of my hips and arches her back in a slow, rolling rhythm, sliding up and down my length.
“Fuuuck.” It’s barely more than a groan. And I can’t hold back. Grabbing her legs, I pull them up my chest till her feet rest on my shoulders, and leaning forward, I drive into her. Again and again. One hand slides down her thigh. I find her clit and stroke in counterpoint to my thrusts, eliciting a keening moan from Lil. I struggle to breathe. Sweat beads on my chest, my back, my forehead. My muscles burn. But I can’t stop moving.
All it takes is for her walls to contract. To pulse and squeeze with her second release. A purr coasts across her lips, and I’m erupting with a bellow loud enough to wake the whole resort.
Lil’s legs slip from my shoulders and fall to my sides. I collapse on top of her, sweaty and heaving, barely catching my weight on my elbows.
It takes a few minutes for my breathing to slow and settle enough for me to speak.
“Everything might have to wait for round two,” I gasp.
Lil tangles her fingers in my still-damp hair, pulling my face to hers.
“That was everything enough,” she whispers against my lips. “For now.”
“I thought you wanted to go snorkelling this morning to put you in a good mood before your day with the Emily Brigade?” I murmur as Lilavati trails her lips down my abs.
I need to stop her. To confess my, well, not lies, but half-truths.
But her lips are warm, and I’m a weak, weak man. Where she’s concerned, at least.
“Lilavati …” I start. But she ignores me, continuing to run her lips and tongue up and down my chest, sucking my nipple into her mouth. And I’m lost.
“There’s more than one way to put me in a good mood,” she murmurs against my skin.
“Oh, is that so? Tell me more, Sparky.”
I stretch my arms above my head, giving her free access to my torso. She rises on her knees, straddling me and runs her fingers up my sides to tickle the hair under my arms. I can’t control the twitch at her touch, and now she knows I’m ticklish, which I have no doubt will come back to bite me.
“What I’m thinking is, a littlesleep-innow. Then some snorkelling this afternoon. When we get back.” Her hands continue to roam, working their way back down across my belly, not quite reaching where I most want them.
“What if it’s too late?” I say, rolling her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
