A tremor rocks her, and she says, “The bikini is ruined now, anyway.”
I chuckle as she pulls them off and hurls them at me. I inhale her sweet aroma, drenching the material, groaning low in my throat. She tests my willpower like nothing else.
“We’re not making it to the pool, are we?” she breathes out.
Taking her in, my patience evaporates. I am so fucking eager to get my hands on her. “It depends on how long you’re going to tease me?”
She bites her lip. “I’ll be good.”
“But you love being bad, baby girl.”
Her eyes dilate, swimming in a pool of desire. She looks so ready for me to snatch her and kiss her breathless and then fuck the life back into her. I guess I possess more control than I thought, or maybe I am a damn sadist who enjoys letting her simmer for longer.
She moves to the next bathing suit, which is metallic gray. She could be seen from outer space. The bottom is a thong, and the bra is a triangle of nothing. I can clearly see her pussy lips, half of her ass, and most of her breasts.
A growl rumbles in my chest.
“Fine, I get it. Too sensible for my savage.”
“Baby girl, you’re really poking the beast.”
Like the vixen she is, she peels it off her by turning around, showing me her round ass and bending over. She’s really testing me. And while I like to keep her on edge just as much, something tells me I will lose this war of wills.
She moves to the third option, a black one-piece. It covers more skin, but it’s the sexiest one yet.
“You approve?” she asks, batting her eyelashes in faux innocence.
She won’t wear it long. That’s for sure.
I have been hard since she started. It’s my turn now. I undress, letting her see the cock that is weeping for her and that will ruin at least two holes in the next hours, possibly all three.
She gulps as I change into black swim shorts, and the vixen runs off.
“Run, baby girl, we both know what happens when I catch you.”
In the backyard, I see her taking off toward the pool, which has a hot tub and a cascade.
Thrusting her arms out, she dives in with a splash. When she resurfaces, she beckons me in by bending her delicate index finger.
With her hair slicked back, she appears a true siren. Without thinking, I dive in, coming up right in front of her.
“And now what?” I ask, brushing my hand between her thighs.
She gulps before dashing away, shaking her head at me. “It’s swimming time.”
“Is that so? Then swim, baby girl. I’m going to tan.”
Her jaw drops. Her open-mouth expression eliciting a chuckle from me.
Let’s see who gives in first.
I just know it’s going to be fucking epic.
31
DAHLIA
This man bewitches me, casting a spell over my being—owning my every beat, consuming every bit of my attention, arousing each of my senses. Demanding my all.
