I try to reach between us, to grip him through his swim shorts that perfectly cupped his cock when he was getting in, but he breaks the kiss, shaking his head.
“Hallie, if you put your hands on me, it’s going to be a short fucking night.” I smile then, continuing to move, reaching for him, and then gripping and stroking him over his shorts. His fingers twitch inside of me, and I lift my hips, then drop them, in essence fucking myself, and hands down, this is the hottest sexual experience of my life.
“Hallie, you gotta stop,” he groans, head dropping to my neck. His hot breath there eggs me on, the idea of getting to him fanning the flames in my belly.
“No,” I say simply, gripping him harder, then moving to slide beneath his shorts. I just about have my hand around him, almost finally able to feel his smooth, hot skin beneath mine, when he grumbles to himself.
“Why do I feel like you’re never going to do as you’re told?”
“Not in my DNA, baby,” I murmur, then groan when I hit paydirt, wrapping my fingers around him. He’s thick and hot, and the idea of him filling me—the way I already knowhe’ll stretch me with the perfect edge of pain—has my pussy tightening around his fingers. He twitches in my hand, and I manage to stroke him once before his hand leaves me completely, wrapping around my wrist, tugging it away, and out of his shorts. I pout pitifully as his hands move to my waist.
“Tell me if you get too cold.” I open my mouth the respond, but then I’m gasping as he’s lifting me out of the water, setting my ass on the edge of the hot tub against the house, and positioning me so I’m spread wide before him. “Oh fuck.” The air is cold, but my body is on fire, especially when I see the heated look that crosses his face as he takes in my naked body.
“Jesus Christ, Hallie. Look at you.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to one thigh and then the other, his mustache scraping along delicate skin and sending a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cold air around us. In fact, I can barely feel the cold, not with the way my skin is on fire right now.
Especially not when his head dips, tongue flattening as he licks me from entrance to clit before tipping his head back to look up at me. I’m staring down at him, his grin wide, mustache dotted with water, and his thumb grazes along my center.
“Better than I fucking imagined,” he says, and I barely have time to think about the fact that heimaginedthis because his head is dipping again, his face moving to devour me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as his tongue flicks at my clit, putting a hand on the edge of the hot tub so I don’t fall, my head tipping back. My free hand travels up to my breast, and the warmth of my hand over the quickly cooking water makes me moan again. He makes a satisfied noise, and when I look down, his hair is pushed back, his mouth is on my pussy, thick fingers are on my inner thighs, denting my skin and holding me open, and his eyes, hazy and needy and filled with fire, are locked on mine. When his finger pinches and rolls my nipple, he groans into me, the vibrations taking me higher and higher.
But I need more.
“Jesse,” I murmur. “Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me.” His eyes spark, and for a moment, I lose his mouth.
“Make it quick.” Three fingers slide into me, fucking me hard and fast and pulling a guttural sound from deep in my chest. “Make it quick, and then I’m bringing you inside and fucking you hoarse.”
I tighten around him, and he smirks.
“Is that a promise?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.
“You said one night, Hallie, so I’m taking the whole fucking night.” The most devious smirk graces his handsome face before it dips, and all of the breath leaves my lungs, his lips circling my clit and sucking hard.
As he does, his fingers continue to move, fucking me like he’s on a mission, pushing on my G-spot like he’s known my body for years. It’s building and quick, and my hand leaves my breast, fingers threading into his hair and pushing his face closer, getting him right where I need him. “Right there, Jesse. Fuck.”
Another deep groan leaves him, his eyes drifting shut. It’s not his mouth or his fingers that do it, but it’s him so clearly enjoying this that sends me over the edge, the orgasm washing over me, waves and waves of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt crashing through me until I’m shaking. He continues licking me and fingering me until it’s passed before he pulls back. A self-satisfied smirk is written on his face, and he stands, reaching out to cup my face in his hands, then pulling me to him for a searing, white-hot kiss. The taste of me is on his lips, on his tongue as it slides along mine, and I groan into it, the need that was just sated flaring back up in an instant.
When he pulls back, he gives me yet another knowing smirk before stepping out of the hot tub. I watch, shifting toward the edge myself as he drops his wet swim shorts to the ground, leaving him just as naked as me. His hard cock bobs, and Itighten my legs. I barely notice him grabbing a towel before he’s wrapping me in it and then lifting me, his hand on my ass, my legs wrapped around him. His lips move to mine in an instant as he walks both of us toward the house, sliding the glass door open, stepping into the warmth, and then sliding it shut again.
My hips move and rock against him, his dick right beneath me. I need him. I need more. I need itnow. My lips shift down his neck, biting and sucking, and when I hit where his neck meets his shoulder, he groans, stopping his steps toward his room and pressing me to the wall.
“I could fuck you right here,” he groans, thrusting so his cock slides between the folds of my pussy, teasing and taunting but never giving me what we both need.
“Do it,” I groan, shifting my hips to get something, anything. Suddenly, I’m so empty and filled with need. He chuckles, then pulls back, stepping away from the wall and taking us toward his room once more.
“Need a condom,” he says, and embarrassment floods me. Of course, we’d need a condom, even if neither of us, from my understanding, has been intimate with anyone in some time, no matter that I’m on the pill. I’m sure one accidental pregnancy is enough to last him a lifetime.
“I’m sorry, I—” I start, then he tosses me onto his bed, climbing over me, planting kisses as he does, and knocking any thoughts out of my mind. One on my ankle, another on my calf, and another on my inner thigh. He plants a longer, hotter one right on my clit, then moves up to my belly, to the underside of one breast, to the nipple of the other, before finally reaching my lips.
“Shh,” he murmurs there. “All good, Hallie. In another world, another life, I’d love nothing more than to slide into you bare. But neither of us needs that kind of stress.”
Then, before I can say another word of apology, he reaches over to the bedside table, opens a drawer, and grabs a condom. When he returns, kneeling between my spread legs, I take it from his hand, inspecting it before tearing and unwrapping it. My eyes are locked on his hard cock as I slide the condom out, and my free hand wraps around him, jacking once, twice. His hips thrust forward into me, and I can’t help but smile. My hand continues to move on him, in awe, before he groans loudly.
“Get that on me, Hallie. I need to be in you.”
That’s all I need to hear. My hands move quickly, rolling the condom down his thickness before he’s moving again and settling between my thighs, forearms planted in the bed on either side of me. My hand is between us, gripping him and notching the head inside of me before moving to cup his face.
His head dips to kiss me as he slowly, torturously slowly, stretches and fills me. We’re a mess of teeth and tongues and pants as he slides into me, but when he bottoms out, he pauses, head falling to my neck and breathing heavily there.
