Hell, I don’t know what’s got into me, but I find myself wanting to give Kaya whatever she wants tonight, although I need to remember that I made a promise to her… and to myself.
She’s going to have to beg for it.
I hurriedly lift Kaya up by her waist and sit her on the edge at the shallow end of the pool. Then I watch with a ravenous hunger as the water cascades down her skin under the stars.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
We both look into each other’s eyes, knowing that this is a moment, actually another moment, where we have to make a decision. Ten years ago, we ran away from each other as fast as we could. But now we’re older, more jaded, and know that nothing is promised.
Will she trust me?
Will she trust herself to just enjoy the moment?
“Brick.”
Her eyes lower and I’m concerned that she’s about to run for the hills, so I make a play.
“Before you say it, just let me have one taste.”
I pull her hips forward, lower myself in the water, and lick the center of her pussy like I’ve been fantasizing about doing for weeks.
“I hate you,” she cries out as her head falls back.
Her punishment for that statement is simple. I spread her knees even wider so that I can have total access and make her come loud enough for every ocean creature to hear.
“Wait, I’m going to come.”
Oh, I know you are.
She leans forward, using her hands to grip my shoulders, eagerly grinding her core against my mouth. Her nails claw at my skin and before she comes, I pull away, gliding effortlessly back in the water.
“You have to finish.”
“Do I?”
She moves her fingers between her juicy folds to finish herself off.
“Put your hands back where they were,” I command, my voice dropping an octave.
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
I swim back over to her with a serious face and softly touch her cheek.
“I’m not fucking around, Kaya.”
“Then… then what can I do?”
“You can have whatever you want from me. Just ask nicely.”
I pull my swim trunks down and free my dick for her viewing pleasure.
Hey, it’s only fair.
“I want you to finish what you started and make me come.”
“Where are you manners?” I playfully ask.
“I want you to make me come, please.”
