That dangerous smile appears again, the one that promises both pleasure and a hint of something wild. "I don't think we'll need them, do you?"
He doesn't wait for my answer, taking my hand and leading me through the suite to the private terrace beyond. The hot tub sits in the corner, steam rising from its surface, soft underwater lights casting a blue glow that turns the bubbling water into something otherworldly. Beyond, the night sky spreads like black velvet, scattered with stars so bright and numerous they seem impossible.
Alexander releases my hand to adjust something on the control panel. The jets come to life with a gentle hum. When he turns back to me, his intent is clear in his eyes.
"Let me," he says, stepping behind me. His fingers find the zipper of my dress, lowering it with deliberate slowness. The warm night air kisses my skin as the fabric parts. He pushes the dress from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.
I stand before him in just my underwear, acutely aware of his gaze on my nearly naked body. Without a word, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs. My bra follows, and then I'm completely bare under the Caribbean night sky.
Alexander's eyes rake over me, hot and possessive. The vulnerability of being completely naked outside while he remains half-dressed sends a thrill through me.
"Get in," he commands.
I step into the hot tub, sighing as the warm water envelops my body. The jets pulse against my skin, creating sensations that make me shiver despite the heat. Alexander remains at the edge, watching me with that intense focus that makes me feel like the only woman in the world.
Instead of joining me, he sits on the edge of the hot tub.
"Touch yourself," Alexander instructs, his voice low and rough.
I look at him questioningly, not sure what he means exactly. "Where?"
His eyes darken with desire. "I want to watch you. Show me how you pleasure yourself when you're alone."
Heat floods my cheeks, but it's not just embarrassment—there's something thrilling about this new dynamic. I've never done this before, never touched myself with someone watching. The idea of being so exposed, so vulnerable, makes my heart race.
I lean back against the side of the hot tub, the water lapping at my breasts. Hesitantly, I bring my hands up to cup them,feeling their weight before grasping my nipples between my fingers. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
My fingers continue to tease my nipples for a moment longer before I slide one hand down through the water, past my stomach, between my thighs. The first touch makes me gasp—I'm already swollen and sensitive. I begin tracing small, deliberate circles around my clit, my eyes never leaving Alexander's.
His breathing changes, becoming deeper and more ragged. Without breaking eye contact, his hand moves to the front of his linen pants, palming the obvious bulge there. He begins to stroke himself through the fabric.
"That's it," he growls. "Touch that sweet pussy."
I increase the pressure slightly, my body responding instantly. The combination of the pulsing jets, my own fingers, and Alexander watching me with such raw desire has me climbing toward release faster than I expected.
"From now on, when you touch yourself ,I want you to think about me." His voice is strained, his control slipping.
"Every time," I answer, my voice barely audible over the bubbling water.
This response seems to break something in him. In one fluid motion, Alexander stands and strips off his remaining clothes. His erection springs free, thick and hard against his stomach. He steps into the hot tub and moves through the water toward me with predatory grace.
He sits next to me and his arm slides around my waist, pulling me half onto his lap. This position brings my face level with his, and he takes immediate advantage, capturing my mouth in a kiss that starts slow but quickly turns hungry.
His hands are everywhere—cupping my breast, sliding between my legs, gripping my hips to position me exactly as hewants. I respond eagerly, straddling him properly now, feeling his hardness press against my center.
"You've been teasing me all evening," he growls against my throat. "Looking like every man's fantasy."
"Only yours," I gasp as his teeth graze my throat.
"Damn right." His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back to expose more of my neck to his mouth. "Mine. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to hear the sounds you make when you’re being fucked."
His words send electricity racing through me. I roll my hips against him, seeking friction, seeking more.
"Already ready for me," he murmurs with approval. "Tell me what you want."
"You," I breathe. "Inside me."
He shifts beneath me. "Shit. Let me get a condom from inside."
