“Okay, I probably deserved that.”
I grab her ankle and pull her towards me, and she squeals like a child, protesting half-heartedly, “No, Cash, stop!”
I don’t stop. I shuffle her closer until her bare toes are hanging over the edge, before I reach up with my free hand and pull her in.
She shrieks as her body arcs forward, even though I’m there to catch her in my arms. Her lips taste like chlorine. Her heat combined with the cool water is a heady combination, impossible to resist even if I wanted to.
“You’re wet.” I smooth her hair away from her face.
“You have no idea.”
Fuck. “Show me.”
Remy’s shirt is already hanging from her shoulders with the buttons undone. She shrugs it off and drops it on the poolside. Then she unfastens her bra and adds that to the wet pile. Her breasts are larger than I remember, the pink areola swollen, the nipples hard.
I dip my head, cup her breasts in both hands, and tease her nipples with my tongue.
“Cash…” She entwines her fingers in my hair.
“Do you want me to stop?” It will be the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do, but I promised this would be all about her from now on, and I never break a promise.
“No.”
I unzip her pants and drag them down over her hips, dipping my head underwater. Her panties slide down with them, and I help her to step out of them. Naked, I can see the slight roundness of her abdomen, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Gripping her thighs, I slide my tongue between her legs, dragging it flat across her clit. Remy spreads her legs wider, letting me in. I lick until my lungs are ready to burst and come up for air, swiping water from my eyes.
Her lips are parted, her pupils blown. “Please don’t drown.”
“It’s okay, I’m part fish.” I carry her to the side of the pool and sit her on the edge, gripping her thighs and spreading her legs. “You really have no idea, do you?”
“Of what?”
“What you do to me.” I lick the droplets of pool water from between her legs and suck on her mound. “Of how sweet you taste.” I drag my tongue across her clit and feel it spasm. “Of how many times I’ve dreamed of this moment.”
“I’ve dreamed about it too.” Breathless, she inserts a finger between her legs and rubs her clit. “You can’t stop now.”
“Just let me watch you for a moment.”
Remy licks her finger before placing it back between her legs. I watch, mesmerized, as her clit softens to her touch.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask.
“Do you want me to?”
I want to make her come. I want to hear her groan softly when she reaches her climax and know that it’s because of me. But part of me knows that this is too perfect to miss.
“Yes.” My voice is thick with want. “Come for me, baby.”
I raise her right knee, opening her wider, and giving myself an unobstructed view of her fingers working her clit. Precum oozes from the end of my shaft, warm and sticky inside my cold, wet pants. When she’s finished, I know I won’t be able to contain my own climax, and I want this moment to last.
Her breathing grows ragged. Remy massages her breasts with one hand, but the other doesn’t stop circling the nub of her clit, dipping in and out of her pussy, working her slick into the swollen softness.
“Let go, Remy. Don’t fight it. I’ll catch you.”
“Promise?” She gasps. She’s getting closer.
“Promise.” It’s the easiest fucking promise I’ve ever made. “I’m here for you, baby. Every step of the way. I was from the first moment I set eyes on you.”
