“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
The rest of the champagne dwindles as Calla and I trade truths and dares back and forth, our skin pruning up and our cheeks beginning to ache with laughter.
With hardly but a mouthful left I gesture for Calla to take the last swig, but she waves me off. “You have it.”
Tipping the bottle to my lips I collect the last of the dregs, but I don’t swallow, instead grabbing Calla’s hand and urging her to sit on my lap. Giggling sweetly, she does so without hesitation, wrapping her legs around the base of my spine and sinking into my body. My cock presses between us, bare from the last dare I did in which Calla dared me to strip. I buck my hips up, shuddering with pleasure, when I feel Calla’s bikini covered pussy graze over my length.
Gently gripping her jaw in my large palm, I squeeze my thumb and forefinger into Calla’s cheeks, creating puffy fish-like lips. She gets the memo, diligently parting her lips, tongue flat, allowing me to seal my lips to hers and spit the champagne into her mouth. Her swallow is loud, echoing from the tiles. Almost as loud as the moan I pull from her when I fuse our mouths together, sliding my tongue against hers and then licking a path down the length of her neck
“Is this okay?” I mumble into her skin, laving at the sweet spot beneath her ear before I sink my teeth into the flesh.
“Fucking more than okay,” she whines, grinding down on me until I swear my vision goes spotty. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Ecstasy running though my veins, I tug down the cups of Calla’s bikini top, capturing a hard nipple in my mouth. Calla’s hands land in my hair, carding through the wet strands, keeping me close to her as her back arches with pleasure, the ends of her sweet ponytail dragging across the surface of the water.
“You have no clue what you do to me, sunshine.” I switch to her other tit, biting at the flesh. I want to mark her. Leave red marks behind. Show everybody that she’s mine. “Youdrive me insane. These perfect tits, these hips, this arse, your pretty pink pussy…”
I shove my other hand beneath the water as I run my mouth, dipping between Calla’s sweet thighs to trace her swollen folds through the thin material of her sodden bikini.
“God, I can’t get enough. I want you all day, every day, Calla. I want your laugh and your smile. Your mind, your dry humour, your free spirit, your kindness. And I don’t care how selfish it sounds; I want it all for myself.”
My fingers trace back and forth until she’s squirming so much in my lap, grinding myself on my cock, I swear I’m going to explode.
“Stand up, sunshine.”
She does as I ask, her legs as wobbly as a newborn deer. “Wha—”
I mould my hands to her hips, bringing her pussy close to my mouth. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this since you took off that damn dress.”
Pressing a kiss to Calla’s stomach, I dip my tongue into her tummy button before working my lips towards her right hip.
I use my teeth and tongue to slowly pull at the pretty bow, ignoring the slight tang of chlorine kissing my tastebuds. I repeat the same on the other side, Calla’s bottoms falling away into the water, wasting no time in pressing my face into her pussy, flattening my tongue to lick through her folds.
“Oh my god, Blake.”
Grinning at her breathless tone, I slide one finger and then another into her hot core while I draw tight circles with my tongue across her clit.
Calla’s hips buck against my face, her hands gripping my hair tightly until my scalp stings.
I don’t let up, coaxing my fingers to hit that spongy spotat the front of her wall, stroking in a downward motion. I want Calla just as delirious with desire as I am. I want her screaming my name from these four walls. I want to steal the breath from her lungs, to taste her orgasm on my tongue so I can swallow her whole.
“I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop. I’m—”
I move my fingers faster, my cock leaking at the wet sound of Calla’s pussy sucking at my digits, lashing my tongue back and forth until I feel her break.
Sweet, sticky release gushes over my hand, my lips, my chin as Calla moans somewhere high in the back of her throat. She gasps, oh so prettily, when I keep up the light pressure on her clit, drawing out her orgasms for as long as she’ll let me before she finally pushes my head away, her swollen folds overly sensitive.
I stand too, finally –fucking finally– wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, tugging and squeezing while the water laps around my shins.
A smaller, softer hand joins my own, reaching back to cup my balls, massaging the thin skin until my breathing becomes heavier, and pleasure skitters up and down my spine.
“You gonna bend over and let me stretch out that sweet pussy of yours, sunshine?”
Nodding quickly, Calla presses a closed mouth kiss to the tip of my cock, eliciting a hiss from me, before spinning around, hands flat on the lip of the hot tub, arse brushing up against my balls.
I waste no time lining myself up behind her, sliding my tip through her sodden, velvet-like folds for a heartbeat or two and then slipping inside.
