Her lips and body leave mine, and I already miss her touch.
Without being told, she undoes the spaghetti-thin string ties from around her neck, her back, and bikini bottoms, letting them float away and leaving her completely naked.
“You are so fucking beautiful, baby.” She’s mine, all mine, for better or worse, in sickness and in health.
“Off.” She points to my swim trunks that look neon green under the blazing rays of the sun.
I remove them for her, my cock rock hard now; desperate to make love to my girl, it’s almost touching my stomach.
Her hands dip below the water, and I hiss when she cups my balls and gives them a squeeze before she runs the pad of her thumb over my Prince Albert piercing, my eyes closing.
“Fuck,” I inhale a sharp breath, because the way she’s playing with my piercing makes me hardwired for pleasure.
With every skim, I pull her closer to me because I’m going to come so fast if she doesn’t stop, so I grab her hand and spin her around, making her gasp.
“Are you trying to make me come?” My lips find the shell of her ear.
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?” I nibble and bite the sensitive spot behind her ear I know she loves. “Hands on the glass, baby,” I instruct, grateful that I had the sense to upgrade to a water bungalow with no neighbors, sitting out by itself on the peninsula.
She grips her hands around the glass edge of the pool, and I take my time to admire her gorgeous curves from behind. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl into her neck, digging my fingers into her hips.
Her hand reaches up to pull my mouth to hers, raking her hands into the hair at the back of my head. “Make love to me, Leon.”
Love.
No fucking.
Love. Pure and raw and the most incredible fucking feeling in the world.
“Don’t ever leave me,” I beg, sounding deeply desperate and like a man on the edge. Because I am. The need to ravish her is overwhelming.
“For better or worse, I’ll be by your side forever,” she cries out as I line the head of my cock with her entrance and insert myself inch by slow inch until I’ve bottomed out. Then I fuck her deeply, so deep she has to stretch up onto her tiptoes to take me.
I reach around and rub her clit in tiny, perfect circles that I know make her come so fast.
“Come for me, Mrs. Hill.”
“Uh-huh.”
Between me biting her shoulder, playing with her clit, and filling her pussy with my cock, she’s rendered speechless.
As I piston my hips faster, she whimpers and moans my name, her pants becoming short and stuttered. “That feels so good.”
I know it does because she told me my piercing felt better when I fucked her from behind, allowing my jewelry to drag across her G-spot.
When I pinch her clit, I strike into her, deep enough to puncture her cervix, hoping that one day I’ll fill her full of my baby—that thought alone has my balls drawing up tight into my body.
“Push back and fuck me, baby.”
She does as she’s told.
The sounds of slapping water and our moans of pleasure collide as we create our own melody of desire.
Under the water, I spank her clit, once, then again, and again and with one more punishing thrust, she lets go, coming all over my dick, her walls clenching around me and holding me in a tight vice that has me releasing hot ropes of cum.
Waves of pleasure ripple across my skin, my cock tingling and throbbing as I descend from my orgasm. Having never climaxed at the same time as anyone before, I realize she’s the one my body is synchronized with. We are perfectly aligned with one another.
