But Winona didn’t know I’d grown up with a cabin by theocean. That my brothers and I used to have diving contests off the end of the dock. That I’d swum competitively in high school and could hold my breath for over two minutes without a struggle.
She didn’t know what I could do.
I took the board in three quick strides, leaping off the end in a high arc. I cut into the water with barely a splash, closing the distance between us in a matter of seconds.
She knew now that she was in trouble. Her legs thrashed as she swam, her laughing shrieks muffled through the water. She was almost at the edge of the pool when I caught her, wrapping a hand around her ankle. She jerked and screamed, her hand pressing into my hair, but it was no use.
She wasn’t a bad swimmer herself—she’d made it all the way to the edge of the pool.
But I had her now.
And I was going to take her.
Without surfacing, I slid my hands up her legs, gripping her bare ass. Then I lifted her knees over my shoulders and pressed her up against the side of the pool. Now that she was pinned in place, I pushed her legs wide, positioning my mouth at her pussy.
But I didn’t give her my tongue. Not yet. Instead, I let out a single bubble of air.
She stiffened, her hands sliding deep into my hair.
I let out another bubble, then another. Each round globe bounced off her clit, and each time one hit, I felt her body jump, her fingers tighten. I rationed the air for a few seconds, but soon I pushed it out with more force. Now her clit was getting gently pummeled by them, and finally I could hear her: a moan of pleasure, barely audible down here.
I blew until all my air was gone and I slipped her legs off my shoulder, surfacing inches from her face.
“Mitchell,” shebreathed.
But then we were on each other, pressed up against the pool’s edge, my tongue searching her mouth, prodding, needing everything from her. Rain pinged off the surface of the water. Her hands found my cock, grasping at it, clasping, sending a surge of pleasure through me.
I broke the kiss with a choked, “No.” I lifted her out of the pool, dropping her on the edge with a soft slap that made my still-hard dick twitch.
“No more games,” I rasped. “I need to taste you.”
I arranged her so that her dripping pussy was right where I could reach it with my hungry tongue.
I was done teasing.
“Lay back,” I commanded. I didn’t even try for tenderness. “This is where I make you scream, Winona.”
Maybe it was cocky of me to presume she’d scream. But I didn’t think I was wrong, considering the sounds she’d made before. The ones that had made me nearly come without a single touch. I could feel the way she responded to me. I knew by the way she’d sucked in air as I drew my tongue up her slit, her hands tangled in my hair, that I could make her come fast. Cocky, maybe, but this part was easy. I could read her pleasure like a book. I could study it with joy—I already had.
But I wouldn’t let it come easy. Without touching her clit, I slipped two fingers into her pussy and exerted just enough pressure on the padding of flesh just inside that she rolled her eyes back, groaning. “Mitchell, holy shit.”
But I couldn’t stand waiting, either. “Back,” I demanded.
She obeyed, my good girl. I pressed my hand to her stomach, tugging gently at her soft skin to give me access to her clit. I spread her wide with my fingers while she gasped.
“I’m going to take such good care you, Firecracker.” Then I leaned in for my feast.
She cried out at the first lash of my tongue. I stayed there, curling and plucking at her clit with my lips. She tasted sosweet. Like honey. While she whimpered, I flicked my tongue slowly at first, then faster, until Winona writhed under me, her hips bucking. “Mitchell yes! God, right there!”
I’d planned to tease her. To work her a bit then pull back. Then to do it again.
But I made a fatal mistake. I lifted my gaze up and met her eyes. The look she gave me just about undid me. She was so earnest. So open and pure in her enjoyment. She was bold and brave and soft and sweet.
I wanted her in every way. Physically, but so much more. It scared me how much more.
I couldn’t let her not come. Not now.
Her pupils were wide, her cheeks pink in the low light of the pool.
