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.
Her breath caught and I knew she was close. Even after only a few weeks I knew her body’s patterns and rhythms.
And I knew I’d never forget them.
My hand moved from her hip to her mound, seeking her clit. The water gave me some resistance, but there would never be enough resistance to keep away from making Lily shatter.
And shatter she did, after only a few targeted circles of my thumb around her pulsating clit.
The sounds she makes when she comes, and the way she shudders around me, it’s always enough to make me blow, but I hung on this time. Trying to last, trying to stay hard and inside her as long as I possibly could.
Because, let’s face it, being hard and inside Lily Spaulding was my whole fucking world. The magnitude of that thought sent me over the edge, and I came deep inside her.
After abstaining, I couldn’t touch her enough, my hands roaming free as the aftershocks rocketed through us both.
My mouth sought hers…so soft, so sweet. And yet strong too, demanding. Wanting my tongue as much as I strove for hers. We danced, parrying and dodging, but in the end, both of us needing the other’s mouth so desperately.
My whole body leaned into hers, still joined, still deep inside her. I’d never thought the smell of chlorine could in any way be erotic, but oh how wrong I was.
