Then it’s just the two of us.
A sheet wraps around her body, tucked in at her chest. She looks exquisite. Ruffled hair, swollen lips, eyes glazed over—because of me. That visual is so potent, my chest expands.
With every step toward her, I am high on emotions and the physical need for her—to touch, taste, feel.
She consumes my thoughts.
Owns my heartbeats.
Controls my desire.
I scoop her up, and she lets out a squeal, being too damn adorable. Carrying her outside, she gasps, taking in the magnificent landscape.
Gently, I place her down. The sheet flows down, uncovering her flawless skin and crumpling at her feet. Naked, she resemblesa goddess I want to get on my knees for and worship. But first, I have to feed my woman.
I slip my shorts off and stretch out my hand. Taking it, she dips a toe in the pool, checking for the temperature. I am too hot, needing every bit of cooling, so I submerge.
Coming back up, I slide my hand through my hair.
“Have you any idea how beautiful you are?” she murmurs.
I cock a brow. “Have you looked at yourself? You enchant me, flower girl.”
She raises her hands above her head, diving headfirst, swimming toward me.
The tray filled with fruit, an omelet, and various yogurts with granola rests between us. She dips a strawberry in chocolate, feeding me one, but the sweet taste can’t compare with her addictive one.
She eats one and the pinkish juice glides down her chin. Incapable of reining myself in, I lick it off, eliciting a tremor.
She crosses her arms around my neck. “Let’s never leave this place.”
“That could be arranged.”
She sighs. We’re both aware it’s a dream, but why not enjoy the fantasy for a while?
When we finish eating, I place the tray on the side of the pool.
Her eyes follow me, widening when she catches the intent look. I am not even trying to hide my lust for her.
I swim to her with clear purpose, and she leaps around. For playing’s sake, I pretend not to catch her a few times. But need courses through my veins, burning me from within and eviscerating my patience. Only she can ease the unbearable heat.
I grip her elbow and back her between my chest and the pool.
She tilts her head. “You caught me, now what?”
My hand brushes against her side, down to her hips, mapping her every curve so I can imprint it to memory. “Now, you’re going to enjoy the view while I enjoy you.”
I lift her up and place her on the edge of the pool, parting her thighs. My finger traces down her slit before dipping inside. She’s wet, but it has nothing to do with the water.
“Look at this perfect pussy, eager for me. What should I do first? Kiss? Lick? Fuck?”
“All the above.” She bites her bottom lip, leaning back on her elbows.
I am a sucker for pleasing her.
“Such a greedy pussy.”
My fingers dig into her thighs. The desire to mark her in every way possible overpowers me. I nibble on her lips, sucking on her clit, lapping at her like the starved man I am, loving to eat her out.
