I climb out of the pool, walking with an exaggerated sway of my hips, fully aware that his eyes are locked onto me.
Marlen stays in the pool for a while, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over the side. He won’t stop grinning at me. He looks like he has some naughty plan cooking in his thoughts. I love the games we play.I love that man more than anything.
***
Later in the afternoon, it’s almost time to start setting the table. I’ve got my sundress back on, and my bikini is hanging over a chair on the patio. I’m alone in the kitchen, cutting up the last few tomatoes to throw them into a salad.
Marlen comes up behind me and pushes against me. My body heats as his presses against mine. I moan quietly, enjoying this attention. Then, he slides his hand beneath my dress and brushes his fingers between my legs.
Except, as much as it turns my legs to jelly, he is the one who ends up more surprised.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” he groans desperately.
“Surprise,” I whisper, turning in his arms and wrapping mine around his neck to pull his lips onto mine.
My intention is to kiss him until he’s flooded with desire again, hard against me, and then to leave. I want to do this all afternoon so that when we get home, he’s unable to wait another second and will drag me to our bed to have his way with me.
By teasing him, I’m teasing myself, but that’s half the fun.
My lips move against his, and his cock begins to harden against my stomach. A soft moan slips from my lips as my pussy heats with yearning for him.
If we were home alone, he would have lifted me onto the kitchen counter and taken me right there. But we’re not, so he can’t.
A smile slips onto my lips, and I push my hands against his chest.
“I’ve got to go set the table,” I smirk. His jaw drops open. “Don’t you dare. Not again,” he warns me.
“Sorry, I’m just really busy today,” I giggle.
Slipping around him, I head for the door, but I don’t take more than two steps before he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal with laughter, banging my fists against his back. “Put me down, you’re crazy. What are you doing?”
His hand slides over my ass, and his fingers tease me as he carries me down a passage toward the other side of the mansion.
“Marlen,” I gasp, when he slips his finger inside me as I hang upside down over his shoulder.
“What’s wrong, cutie?’ he muses, pushing his finger deeper into me. I shudder with pleasure, and my breath catches. He carries me into the guest bedroom and closes the door behind us.
Marlen throws me onto the bed, and before I have a chance to get up, he grabs my ankles and flips me over so that I’m face down on the blankets.
He’s on top of me in a flash, shoving my legs apart with his hips, his rock-hard cock pushing between my ass cheeks.
“You know what happens when you tease me, Stefania,” he growls against my ear, and my body spikes with feverish lust.
I arch my ass up to push into him. I shouldn’t. But I’m past the point of being able to stop.
He reaches down and drags my dress over my hips, leaving me naked and vulnerable to him. I feel him tugging his shorts open as he growls with pleasure at the sight of me.
“Marlen, someone will hear us,” I murmur, my fingers digging into the blankets as he grabs his cock in his hand and rubs it between my legs. “Oh,” I gasp.
“Do you want me to stop, cutie?” he asks. But I know he won’t, even if I say yes. He wouldn’t dare.
He reaches over my head and grabs my wrist, pulling them behind me and locking them together in the curve of my back.
I groan in desperation as he keeps teasing me. Pushing the tip of his cock inside me, then pulling out again.
I arch more urgently against him, and he laughs, devilish and sexy.
“I always win these games, Stefania. You know this pussy belongs to me, and I will claim it whenever I want to,” he tells me, sending a shiver of delight through me.
