“Babe, no one can see you but me, and I like what’s underneath your arms, so let go,” I told her. Without a second’s hesitation, she did as she was told. Our eyes met and I winked.
“Oh yes, I love the view,” I said before grabbing her hand and leading her to the pool.
When I got to the edge, I jumped in and she stood on the edge, somewhat timid.
“What?” I asked.
Bess looked warily at the water, then at me. “Is it cold?”
“No fucking way. You think I’d take you into a cold pool? Ninety-two degrees. This baby is heated up and ready for you,” I teased, wiggling my hips under the water.
Apparently convinced, she let out a little scream as she jumped in after me, and I moved quickly to grab her in my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and as though it hadn’t just been there, my cock was at attention, poking and reaching for the promised land between her legs.
We kissed as I moved toward the steps where I laid Bess out in front of me.
Her elbows went to rest behind her on the top step as her ass bobbed in the water. Practically on my knees in the shallow end, I let my hands wander under her glorious ass and lifted it above the water line before dipping my head to meet her even more glorious pussy. It glistened from the water and her arousal, and I ran my tongue up and down its soft valley, finally settling where I knew she liked.
Sadly, it didn’t take long enough for Bess to explode, her flavor mixing with the chlorine. I wanted more. It was the sweetest honey I’d ever tasted.
But I couldn’t dwell on that for too long because she took me by surprise and turned the tables on me, sliding my body to the steps where I was forced to lean back on the top step as she’d done.
Her mouth was on me before I could blink, her tongue running up and down my length, stopping to pay attention to both the tip and my balls. Lifting my head, I leaned over to catch a glimpse of her bending over me, taking such intimate care of my cock that I nearly blew my load right there.
“Oh fucking God, Bess, please don’t stop,” I murmured, rolling my head back and closing my eyes.
And she didn’t. She slid me in all the way, taking every last inch in her hot mouth. She sucked me hard and long all the way to the end, where she refused to move and held on for dear life as I let go of my release down her throat.
By the time we’d left the pool, showered, and crawled back into bed, naked and warm in each other’s arms, we’d been exhausted. With only a few hours of sleep, daylight had come too soon, and I’d kissed the fuck out of her that morning over coffee in my kitchen.
After years of screwing Jake’s leftovers before becoming quite the lover myself, last night was the single most erotic and sensual night of my life. Now she was gone and I had to go home to a bed that smelled like Bess and a house that was empty without her.
But she didn’t want to live in Florida. Couldn’t live here.
And I couldn’t go back north. The place was a mental trap for me. An endless black hole of memories and secrets.
