“Outside?” I ask, and excitement rushes through me like hot adrenaline.
“Yes,” he says, grabbing me by my ankle and yanking me towards him. I shriek as he picks me up and marches out the glass doors of the villa bedroom and onto the patio.
“Where are we going?” I ask with a laugh, my arms wrapped around his bare shoulders.
“Somewhere hot,” he says, his voice warm and gravelly. It sends a prickle up my spine that finds its way to my nipples. I look around at the lounge chairs, the pool, the beach, and even the bar top. Then my eyes land on the hot tub, and I know exactly what he wants to do.
Ash walks down the stone steps of what is almost more like a grotto than a traditional hot tub. It’s a new addition to our humble little villa, and I am certainly not complaining. Water rushes up around my hips as he ducks lower into it, andsomething about it sends heat racing through my body. But it’s not from the water, it’s from him.
As I wrap my legs around his hard torso, I can feel his abs rubbing against my pussy, making me wetter and more aroused than I was before. As a girl who is still fairly new to the world of all things sexual, I have found that I love giving head. Especially to this man in front of me. As Ash kisses me in the hot water, I burn with need.
My hands run up the nape of his neck and into his hair, and I scratch the back of his head, making him groan. I’ve learned in the last two years that this man likes it rough. Scratching, biting, sucking…all of it, and I kind of like it too.
“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he says as he devours my neck. He moves to the edge of the grotto and sets me on the top step. The fire in his eyes tells me he wants to devour more than just my neck.
Ash spreads my legs apart, and my lips part. I watch in trembling anticipation as he lowers himself slightly, coming closer to my pussy. He grabs my panties, white lace to match the dress he took off of me earlier, and with one rip, he tears them open, exposing me in front of him.
A smile forms on his face, and he grabs me by the hips, holding me in place while his mouth covers me. I cry out at the first contact of his hot, rough tongue on my clit. It slides up and down my slit, circling my opening and teasing me until I tremble.
He kisses me deeply, burying his tongue into my slit, sucking hard then yanking his mouth back.
“Fuck, baby girl, you taste so good,” he grits out. I grip his shoulders, clawing at his muscles with my fingernails.
He envelopes me in his mouth again, his tongue stroking the length of me. I gasp and arch my back far enough that I amstaring at the sky, my jaw locked open as he teases and tortures me.
“Are you going to come?” he asks, gripping my ass.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Please,”
“Good girl,” Ash grins and flicks and thrashes his tongue over my clit harder and faster until I cry out. The orgasm floods over me, pulling me into its rolling waves over and over again until there’s nothing left.
Ash smiles as he pulls his mouth away, wiping his hand down his face.
“Fuck, it’s hot,” he says through a gritty laugh.
Then he gets out of the grotto and walks over to the pool, diving in with a splash. The cooler water crashes over me, and it feels great. After the feeling comes back into my legs, I manage to stand up. I watch him swim for a moment before I walk inside to grab a robe to cover up with.
Damn man, this is the third thirty-dollar pair of panties he’s ripped in the past two weeks. The last ones he nearly shredded with his teeth, but I’m not complaining.
I go to the kitchen for some cucumber-infused water, and take a few sips while looking around. When our anniversary got closer, Ash asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted to go on a trip. I really just wanted time alone with him, secluded and focused on us and only us. I love my brother and the bar staff we work with, but sometimes I feel a little smothered. It’s nice to get away with just Ash. I also want to take advantage of it before we can’t anymore.
Ash walks back in, a towel around his waist and his bare chest still glistening from the pool water. “Well, I think that was an amazing way to start off our anniversary vacation,” he says, and I smile.
“Absolutely,” I say.
“Are you sad I didn’t fuck you? I mean that is what we came here to do,” he says as he rounds the counter to grab a glass of cucumber water for himself.
“I came here to relax. And to go to the beach and to read and–” I break into a giggle as he pulls me against him, kissing my neck.
“Sure you did,” he says.
I pull away enough to look at him. “No. I’m not upset that we didn’t have sex. In fact, I kind of like that we started out that way; feels more…scandalous,” I say with a little shoulder shimmy.
“Tastes good too,” he says, and I giggle. “I could really go for a drink.” Ash walks over to the bar and grabs a bottle of the new rum. He pops the lid and pours some into a glass, but when he reaches for a second glass, I shake my head.
“I am good with water for now.”
“Suit yourself,” he says. Then he brings the glass to his nose, sniffs it, swirls it, and takes a small sip. “Oh, yeah. That’s good. Damn. Are you sure you don’t want to try it? You know, so you can get some inspiration for our next cocktail menu? Summer is coming, and this is going to be perfect.”
