Anna
After stopping for a breakfast burrito, we arrived at Ethan’s sister’s house around 11 a.m. The house was spectacular. With a pool and view of the ocean and a million rooms.
“No one has pools in the UK, really,” I mused staring into the water.
“Well, let’s make the most of it, then,” Ethan said as he slapped my ass. “I want to see you in your skimpiest bikini.”
“I don’t do skimpy. Have you seen my ass?”
“Yes, and it’s perfect. Totally nude is fine, too. Let’s change.”
The pool was a fantastic antidote to the humidity. I swam lazily in no particular direction, wondering what was keeping Ethan. He’d changed into his trunks, so I expected him to be in the pool already.
After a few minutes he emerged from the patio doors looking spectacular. I’d seen him plenty naked, but in the sun, wearing his shades, the sheen of his skin gave his body’s contours even more definition. As if they needed it. He was my Sex God, for one week only.
“Get in this pool, you handsome fellow,” I bellowed at him just as I noticed he hung up his phone.
He paced toward me and then stopped suddenly and looked at his phone, held it to his ear and started heading toward me again. I headed to the edge of the pool to meet him.
“What time?” I heard him say as he approached the pool. “Yeah, that’s fine. I think. Hang on.” Then he dropped the phone to his waist, sat on the edge of the pool and said, “Is 7 p.m. ok? It’s only ten minutes from here.”
I nodded. Did he mean we were going over to hisfriends’ house? I guess. My stomach churned slightly and I felt uneasy.
“Yes, 7 is fine. Yes, she’s here. In the pool, and she’s much better-looking than you, so fuck off. I’ll see you tonight.”
He hung up and threw his phone on to one of the loungers and slid into the pool. It was as if the water heated ten degrees. He lifted his sunglasses onto his head and reached over to take mine from my eyes. “I haven’t seen your eyes all day,” he said.
“You don’t want to see them; they’re red and small and tired.”
He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me toward him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’d better kiss me, then, so I’ll be too distracted to notice.”
I took his bottom lip between my teeth. I felt him harden beneath me, and I sighed contentedly, knowing how things were going to play out. My nipples puckered and I tightened my legs around him. The water sloshed between us and made his skin silky to the touch as I brought my hands up his chest and his tongue delved between my lips. I moaned and he pulled my hips closer to him. My body had been starved of him for too long.
“Ethan,” I said. “I need to feel you.”
He growled, turned us around in the water, and then lifted me to onto the edge of the pool, leaping out beside me. He held out my hand and helped me up. “Come on. We’re going inside to finish this. I don’t want the neighbors to hear youscream.”
“CanI use another guest room to get showered and changed?” I asked. It was nearly 6 and we were still lying in bed, my back to his front, after spending the afternoon having amazingly hot sex. I barely had the energy to speak. How I was going to make it through an evening of polite chat with strangers, I had no idea.
“I guess. Why don’t you want to use this bathroom? I’ve seen you naked before, you know.”
“Yes, and that’s the problem. I’d like to make myself presentable. And if I stay within five yards of you, I’ll be introduced to your friends looking like I’ve just been fucked and smelling of sex.”
“Sounds perfect. I love it when you smell like me. When I know your skin has my sweat and come all over it.” He ground his hips into my ass and I felt the stirring of his cock. Holy hell. Again?
“Yeah, that’s kinda the point.”
“So you don’t trust me to control myself around you?”
“Nope.”
“Makes sense,” he said as I felt his teeth on my neck.
The entire day could have been measured by how far away either of us was from our last or next orgasm. Activity other than sex had been attempted—lunch, swimming, reading—we’d tried all three with varying amounts of success. But at some point Ethan would look at me or touch me in a certain way, and something would switch in us both and he would be inside me in seconds—his fingers, his tongue, his cock. It was like an unquenchable thirst that we shared.
I slapped at his hands around my waist and tried to break free.
“I need to get in the shower.”
