He’s a good guy and I know I can trust him to respect whatever decision I think is best for me.
Which is probably to stop taking this so seriously and allow myself that fun I’ve been craving.
So I take a breath, swallow hard and say, ‘I choose that you carry on doing what you were just about to do.’
Pleasure sparks in his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifts into a lopsided grin. ‘Good choice, Dasher. Good choice.’
He keeps his gaze locked with mine as he dips his hands into the water and a second later, I feel his fingertips skim the backs of my calves, starting at my ankles and moving slowly up towards my knees.
My skin is alive with sensation again and my pussy throbs with need as his touch works its magic on me.
Tingles. All. Over.
‘Is this okay?’ he murmurs, still looking deep into my eyes.
I can’t break my gaze; it’s like I’m locked in place, trapped in his thrall.
A pulse beats hard in my throat and my head swims. It’s not just from the wine either, it’s lust. Pure and simple. He always could turn me to jelly just by touching me.
‘Yes,’ I manage to reply, my voice breathy and low.
His hands move higher, then sweep around to the outsides of my thighs, and he begins to walk his fingertips deliberately slowly up towards my tankini.
‘You’ve got such incredible legs,’ he murmurs, ‘I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around me again.’
My heart leaps and I swallow hard as his fingers find the elastic at the top of the tankini bottoms and he tugs at them, pulling them down my thighs inch by inch, as if he’s savouring every second of the action.
His dark eyes are still fixed firmly on mine as he moves back a little so he can slide the swimmers all the way down my legs and over my feet, then scoop them out of the tub and toss them onto the side behind me.
He moves towards me again and I close my eyes, thinking he’s going to kiss me. But he doesn’t. Instead, I feel his hands grip under my ribcage on each side of my body and he lifts me up and out of the water so I’m now sitting on the edge of the tub.
I lean back and brace my hands against the decked floor behind me to keep me semi-upright so I can see what he’s doing.
Running his hands down the sides of my body, he scoops them around to the insides of my thighs and pushes my legs open, so I’m sitting there fully exposed to his gaze.
It’s both nerve-wracking and incredibly erotic as he stares at me in what looks like intense fascination.
‘Fuck, Dasher,’ he grinds out. ‘I’d forgotten how beautiful your pussy is. I have to get my mouth on it right now.’
Before I can respond, he leans forwards, moving his head between my thighs.
I feel the heat of his breath on me for a second before his tongue sweeps slowly and lightly along the seam of my pussy from top to bottom, as if he’s re-exploring every inch of it.
Reminding himself of my contours.
Pricks of light flash behind my eyes as sweet sensations flutter through me.
His breath is on me again as he draws back a little and then starts another long, slow sweep, stopping for a few seconds at my clit to swirl his tongue around it a couple of times, before flicking over it, making my legs jump on either side of his head with the exquisite pleasure of it.
A long, low moan escapes from the base of my throat.
He takes my vocal appreciation as encouragement and begins to flick his tongue more quickly against me, every now and again taking a second to suck down on my clit, making me arch my back with the intense joy of it.
I’m so aware of how hot and needy I am between my legs. How turned on and slick with lust I am.
I want more. So much more.
I’m almost dizzy with it.
