I kiss her, my cock twitching at the memory of her in that black one-piece.
“Ohhh… that’s why you told me to bring a swimsuit.” She covers her mouth with both her hands for a moment, suppressing a laugh. “I wish I’d known it was for Miguel’s pool…” She walks across the room and reaches into her bag. “I wouldn’t have bought this!”
She pulls out the tiniest bikini set I’ve ever seen, the thing looks like it’s held together with string.
“Bring that over here.”
She slowly moves towards me, letting the black bikini swing on her finger. I snatch it from her and hold it out.
“Well this is just indecent, princess.”
“I wanted to wear something special for you,” she says innocently, tucking her hair behind her ears, but it’s too late to play coy now.
“Put it on.”
“Now?” she asks, “What about check-out?”
“I don’t give a shit. Put it on, Elizabeth.”
She lets her robe drop to the floor, revealing her naked body; I love how comfortable she is, not hiding herself from me. I hand her the bikini and watch as she steps into the bottoms, before holding the top to herself, her arms crossed in front of her. She turns and looks back over her shoulder.
“You’ll need to tie the back.”
I take the strings and tie them, loving how much of her is on show to me. I don’t know whether I love the thought of her wearing this out in public or hate it. I kind of like the idea of everyone admiring her, knowing she’s mine, but also, I want this just for me, no one else deserves to see her like this.She faces me and I let my gaze run over her body; the sight of the tiny triangles of fabric stretched over her hard nipples makes my mouth water.
“Fuck it, we’ve still got twenty minutes till check-out,” I say, picking her up and carrying her to the edge of the bed.
The bed’s a mess, but it means it’s easy for her to grab a pillow and place it under her hips as she lays back, her pussy lifted to me. Standing at the foot of the bed, I lift her legs, resting them against my body, her calves on my shoulders. She’s already touching herself through the bikini, and I can see how slick she is.
“Always so wet and ready for me,” I murmur. I move the bikini to the side and rub the tip of my cock against her entrance. “Don’t stop touching yourself, I wanna feel you come around my cock.”
Her head rolls back and her eyes close in pleasure as I thrust into her, squeezing her legs together so her thighs are making everything that much tighter.
“So fucking tight,” I moan, as I move my hips.
“More,” she pleads, looking me in the eyes, “harder, fuck me harder, Angel.”
I grunt as I push into her as hard as I can, knowing she can take it. My pace is relentless, and she keeps her strokes in time with me, quickly bringing herself closer and closer. As she moans, she starts biting her lip, rolling it in her teeth.
“What did I tell you about biting your lip?”
“Not to do it,” she says, pouting.
“That’s right, princess. I told you not to do it.”
She immediately rolls her lip back into her teeth again, gently biting it and looking at me defiantly.
“It’s almost as though you want to be punished,” I say. Her pussy pulses around me and I let out a low chuckle. “Oh, is that what you want, princess, to be punished.”
She clenches around me, and I know what she needs. We’ve never done this before, but after our conversation yesterday, I know she likes it. I pull out and use her legs to flip her over, not being gentle as I lift her ass in the air until she’s standing at the foot of the bed with me, leaning over the mattress with her head down, cradled in her arms. I thrust into her again, this time pulling her hips back towards me, even more forcefully than before.
“You’re usually such a good girl for me, but I guess today you just wanted to be a brat.”
She’s not saying words anymore, just crying out.
“You were gonna tease me with this bikini weren’t you, parade around in front of me, in front of everyone. Well, you know what naughty girls get, don’t you?”
She nods her head, a whimpering mess against the duvet.
