But here, now, in the pool that she loved so much, I held my need to touch her in check, wanting to try something a little different.
“Take my dick in your hand,” I said, stepping into her, but not touching. I put my hands on the pool deck above her head, bracketing her. Her right hand left the gutter ledge, reached into my briefs and wrapped around my cock, smooth and silky, just like the water that surrounded us. She stroked me up and down a little, her pressure gentle and firm, and pushing my briefs down.
One afternoon last week in her dorm room I’d taught her exactly how I liked to be jerked off, and she’d four-pointed on the first try. An honor student, for sure.
And then she’d shown me how she liked to be touched…how she did it when it was just her. I thought I’d never seen anything so sexy as Lily touching herself the way she wanted me to touch her.
But this…The hazy underwater lights gave a spooky glow to our skin, the pink panties around her foot a waving blob. Her skin seemed translucent where the lights shone behind her.
She didn’t need me to tell her what to do next. Guiding me to her, she lifted a weightless leg and slid me to her entrance. Then she placed her hand back on the ledge, leaning back. Waiting. Daring.
Still without touching her—except for my raging hard cock—I stepped a tiny bit closer and flexed my hips upward, sliding into her.
“Lucas,” she said on an exhaled breath. I flexed again.
Her hands left the ledge, then she seemed to catch herself. She looked at me questioningly and I smiled at her, in an almost challenging way.
My tough Lily took the challenge—such as it was—and put her hands back on the ledge, gripping it tightly, as if she didn’t trust herself.
We had entered into a game of no-touch chicken, and I was the idiot who started it. She smirked and clenched around me, feeling she had the winning hand. She had the winning body part (hell, parts!), that was for sure. But I didn’t make it to Division One football by not being competitive.
I flexed my hips again, driving deeper. She lifted her leg higher against the pool wall, wanting it as deep as she could get it.
So did I.
One of her hands left the wall and I was thinking victory (not that being deep inside Lily Spaulding wasn’t victory enough), but no, she instead pulled her bra cup down, over her gorgeous breast. Then the other one, letting the pink material gather below each luscious tit, pushing them up. Right where they’d be so, so easy to bend just a tiny bit and have in my mouth.
“Well played, my little political mastermind,” I said.
She barked a laugh. “That’s my father, not me,” she said as she moved just enough that the water lapped over those pink, pebbled nipples.
“I’m thinking the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” I said as I withdrew from her, careful not to lose her completely.
“I honestly don’t know if that makes me feel good or shitty,” she said. She pivoted her hips up a tiny bit, trying to get me deeper. Still the only place where we touched was where I was lodged inside her.
“I can say for sure that you definitely…feel…good.” I pushed into her again. “So good. So tight. So wet.”
“I’mallwet,” she said, lifting her hands, letting the pool water sift through her fingers. I thought about all the clever things those fingers had done to me, and I sped up my strokes, causing her to quickly grab the ledge again.
“Lucas,” she moaned, leaning her head back against the pool wall.
I worked with tile all day, smooth and fine, common ceramic or precious glass. But right now there wasn’t a more beautiful tile than the ages-old stuff that Lily rested her head upon as she took me hard.
“Yes, baby, I’m here,” I said, answering her moans. I dug into the pool deck, just above where she rested her head, the cool tile making an imprint in my palms. Her foot slid up the pool wall, her hip flexing out, opening herself as much as she could to me, but still not being the first one to touch each other.
I watched her beautiful face, her eyes closed, her concentration solely on my strokes, matching her muscle tightening with my down stroke, as if she couldn’t stand for me to leave her, if only for another hard push into her tight little pussy.
“Jesus, Lily,” I said on a groan as I picked up my pace.
And then it all seemed so stupid not to touch her. Sure, it had started as a fun little sex challenge. But to not hold her in my arms, to not feel her shudders as she came? Such a waste. So fucking stupid.
Christ, who knew how long I’d be able to have her in my life? I felt like I was living on borrowed time with her as it was.
My hands came down from the pool deck, skimming her head, tangling in her wet hair. Then I cupped her face, her eyes open now. They didn’t shine with the thrill of victory, but were stormy with the same passion that I felt.
I skimmed down to her tits. I knew how much she liked to have those delectable nipples pinched. And I did, much to her delight. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to hold those hips, hold her in place as I plunged into her.
Into my Lily.
