He grabbed the back of my head, "You never have to ask twice," he said. I expected a hard kiss, one full of need and urgency, but it wasn't. It was slow, careful, tender—things I never expected from Chris. There was the smooth glide of his lips with a tease of the tongue, just the right amount.
I lost all sense of time as we kissed, exploring the depths of each other's mouths until I remembered I still had my hand around his cock. I pumped, and the move made him break the kiss, laying his forehead against mine as I jacked him off.
“Your hand feels so much better than mine,” he said. “You know what to do without me asking.”
I ran my thumb over the crown like he did when I watched him pleasure himself. I wouldn't tell him that's how I knew what he liked, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
“Are you ready for the gala?” I asked.
He tossed his head back and gripped the sides of the hot tub when I squeezed him harder.
“You want to talk about this now?”
“Is there a better time? I have you right where I want you, alone, speechless, ready to give in to my every command,” I nipped at his chin.
Just when I thought I had him, he spun us until I was straddling his lap, and his mouth was eye−level with my nipple. “You were saying?”
“Not fair,” I pouted.
“I don't fight fair, baby,” he said, drawing my nipple into his mouth. I hissed, watching him lavish the rosy bead until it was sharp and pointed. “Mmm,” he moved to the next one. I soon forgot all about the gala, and enjoyed the hot tub, enjoyed him, enjoyed his touch. “You looked so good in that dress. I hated the way all the men were looking at you, wanting you, pining for you.”
“They couldn't have me,” I said as his hand dipped below the water, pressing against my clit. My legs shook, and I straightened, trying to get away from his onslaught of touch, but it only made him circle the sensitive bud faster. “Oh, god,” I tossed my head back, and the ends of my hair floated along the top of the water.
“Ride me,” he said. “I love how you look up there.”
“Condom?” I gasped.
He reached to the side of the jacuzzi and brought the wrapper to his mouth. “I come prepared now.” He lifted me up until his erection was out of the water and he rolled it down, wincing when it suctioned to his cock from the water. Maybe condoms and water didn’t mix, but he didn’t let that stop him.
My eyes were closed. I focused on nothing but the skillful touch of his hand, and then suddenly, without warning, he thrust his cock inside my sheath. We moaned in unison.
He never took his hand off my clit when I rocked. The temperature of the jacuzzi was making me dizzy along with the heat Chris made me feel, but it was a good feeling. I felt high. I wanted more. His shaft was the source of an endless amount of pleasure, hitting my depths, massaging my channel, bringing me nothing but ecstasy. Chris held my hips so I couldn't move as he thrust up. I would have flown off his lap if it wasn't for the hold he had on me. I fell to his chest, biting the muscle between his neck and shoulder to keep myself from screaming.
Nothing should feel this good.
The water splashed around us, a few droplets flying to my face. When he noticed my endurance giving out, he flipped us again. This time, I was turned over, my hands grabbing the side, and my nipples skimming along the warm water. Chris slipped out of me, taking his cock in hand and slapped my folds with the thick, ruby head.
I moaned, looking over my shoulder to him, watching what he was doing to my pussy. “So pink, so tight, and mine, Melinda,” he said with a purr.
Again, it had to be because he was in the moment. Or because he wanted to own my pussy, not me. But I could want him to own all of me, and I could wish it, and I could pretend that he meant what he said.
So, I could play along too.
“Yours, Chris. Always have been,” I said without thinking, but wasn't it true? Sure, we dated other people, but maybe the intensity of what we felt for one another had kept us apart because we hadn’t been ready for it. Perhaps as teenagers, we’d have blotched it. After all, we had. Before it even started. And maybe now I just imagined things. Perhaps this was just sex. Plain and simple.
“Good girl,” he said, gripping hold of my shoulder and thrusting his cock inside me in one long stroke. He lifted a hand and spanked my ass. I had never been spanked before. I was about to tell him I didn't like it when he did it again, and the sting accompanied by his cock plundering my depths left me wanting more.
I stuck my ass out and lowered my head, silently asking for more.
“I knew it,” he said. “I knew you were a dirty girl.”
I wasn't. I never had been, but I'd be anything Chris wanted me to be in the bedroom. Chris’s warm chest pressed against my back; the water and the sweat making us stick together. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was getting close.
He sat down, pushing me onto his lap so that my back was still against his chest. The change in position was all it took for me to come apart and wail his name in the small room, having it bounce off the walls in a loud echo. Chris planted himself deep, giving me everything he had to offer until he came apart as well.
His lips kissed along my shoulder and up to my ear. “Yes.”
“Yes?” I tried to catch my breath.
