“Shh.”
His mouth descends between my thighs.
The first stroke of his tongue makes my spine bow. The second makes me gasp his name. He drags it slowly, languidly, tasting me like he wants to memorize every part of me. His hands gripmy hips, holding me steady as he devours me. My forehead presses to my forearm. My stomach quivers uncontrollably.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmurs, voice low against my skin. “My perfect little wife.”
He flicks my clit.
I cry out, thighs shaking.
Again.
He does it again.
And again.
Until my breath stutters. Until my legs shake helplessly in the water. Until my voice breaks. “Gustav, please… please… oh God. Make me cum—”
“You can. You will.”
He feeds his finger inside my pussy and strokes, working me, hitting that special spot.
My climax hits like lightning. I choke on a moan and collapse against the slick tiles.
He doesn’t stop.
He licks me through it, hums and sucks my clit. He drags another orgasm out of me until my vision blurs. I plead, shaking so hard I can’t tell where my body ends and the tiles begin.
“Gustav! I can’t! No! Oh God!”
My sensitive bundle of nerves scream, but he doesn’t relent, his fingertips swirling and rubbing me to a state of delirium. His tongue pulses in my heat.
Just then, he has me roll over, belly down and legs hanging in the water. His hands smooth over my bare, wet bottom. He bites my ass cheek and sucks, hard enough to make me gasp. Heat surges down my spine. I shiver as pleasure floods through me, unbearable and addictive.
“Oh, baby,” I moan, agonized.
He chuckles, and then—
His thumb slips to the tight back muscle, kneading and teasing.
I gasp, squeezing my ass cheeks together.He smacks my hip just as his thumb breaks through. I don’t gasp. I moan, his tongue and thumb creating a dual sensation overload that triggers new euphoria.
I crash down into a trembling mess of bliss that I nearly seize.
When he finally stands, he thrusts his thick length into me with a force that knocks the air from my lungs.
“Ohh, Gustav,” I whisper, ragged.
The water on my legs makes everything slick, frantic, breathless. My palms press against pool deck as he pounds into me, every thick push sending sparks through my spasming hips. He keeps his thumb tucked inside my ass, massaging and teasing.
“So beautiful,” he groans. Then darker. “If you cheat on me… if you lie… you will break me to the point I cannot recover.”
His final thrust shatters me. I fall apart around him, my walls squeezing his cock, trembling violently as pleasure rips through me again. He releases with a strained grunt, body flexing.
He pants and mumbles, “Love my wife too much.”
Then he yanks me upright, spins me, chest to chest, panting into my mouth.
