“Oh my,”Imurmured, suddenly embarrassed.
“Wow—that’s some bikini,”Korsaid, sounding hoarse.“Iwonder what other kinds of clothes those people make?”
“Lingerie,Ithink,”Isaid, still looking down at myself.“I, uh, need to lay under a sunlamp and dry off,Ithink.”
“Whatever makes you feel comfortable.Iknow you said you’re cold,” he murmured.“Wouldyou ratherInot look at you while you, er, dry off?”
I considered his offer asIsettled in one of the chairs beside the pool—a long lounge chair with a sun lamp positioned over it.
“No…that’s all right,”Itold him asIflicked on the lamp.“Youcan look if you want to.”
“I’d want to look at your beautiful body even ifIknew it would make me go blind,” he growled.
“Well, then…”Isettled back against the lounge, turned on the sun lamp…and opened my legs.“Goahead and look.”
I knewIwas giving him a good look at my pussy slit and my nipples, butIdidn’t mind.Actually,Iliked it—loved it, in fact.Lovedfeeling his eyes on me.
The only thing better would be feeling those big, warm hands and long fingers,Ithought.Butthat would be wrong…wouldn’t it?
Not if he was just touching me through the suit,Ithought and beforeIcould stop myself,Isaid,
“You know, this fabric feels different now that it’s wet.”
“Is that right?”Korcame to sit on the steps of the pool, giving me an interested look.
“Mmm-hmm.”Iarched my back, thrusting my breasts up.“Youcan come and feel it—if you want to.”
“You knowIfucking do,” he growled softly.“Thequestion is, do you want me to do it?”
“I wouldn’t offer otherwise, wouldI?”Iasked, giving him a naughty smile and arching my back again asIlet my thighs drift wider apart.Whathad gotten into me?Inever acted like this!Andyet,Ididn’t want to stop.Ihad never felt more beautiful—or more free—in my life.
“Well, if you’re offering.”Korcame all the way out of the water, andIadmired his long, muscular legs as he walked over to me.Thewet fabric of his boxers was sticking to him, andIcould clearly see the outline of a perfectly enormous cock with a huge knot at the base of it.
The sight gave me a shiver of fear—he was so much bigger thanCarterhad been!ButthenIreminded myself that he would never use it on me—that would be breaking theUnbreakableLawsand we couldn’t do that.
Kor sank to his knees beside the lounge chair, the water from his body dripping onto the tile in quiet patters.Hisgaze felt like a physical touch, sweeping over me from my damp hair to the arch of my feet, but it lingered in the middle—on the shadowed valley between my breasts…on the dark pink of my nipples pressing against the sheer fabric…on the soft swell of my belly, and then lower—to the apex of my thighs where the white cloth clung, transparent and revealing, to my pussy mound.
“You are so fucking beautiful,Vivienne,” he breathed, his voice rough.“Ithurts to look at you and not be able to touch you the wayIwant to.Notbe able to taste you.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.
“You…you can touch the suit,”Ireminded him, my own voice coming out breathier thanIintended.Myheart was pounding, andIcould feel my damp skin getting warm all over with a blush.“Youcan feel the fabric.That…that’s all.”
“I know whatI’mallowed to do,” he said, his eyes locking with mine.Therewas a storm in them—lust, frustration, and a tenderness that made my breath catch in my throat.“Butthat doesn’t stop me from knowing exactly whatIwantto do.”
“What…what you want to do?”Iasked, almost panting with need.“Tellme.Evenif you can’t do it, just tell me.”
He reached out, his hand hovering just above my stomach.Icould feel the heat radiating from his big palm.
“I want to peel this little wet scrap of nothing off you,” he murmured, his fingers finally making contact, but only with my belly.Hespread his hand wide, his thumb stroking a slow, maddening circle just below my navel.“Iwant to use my teeth.Iwant to hear the sound it makes when it rips.”
I shuddered, my hips giving a tiny, involuntary lift.Iloved the heat of his hands on me—Iwantedmore, even thoughIknew it was wrong.
“Then,I’dgo further,” he continued, his hand sliding up, so slowly, until his palm was cupping my breast.
He didn’t squeeze, just held its weight in his hand, his thumb brushing back and forth over my stiff nipple and sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
The thin, soaked fabric was no barrier at all—Ifelt every callus, every gentle, teasing touch.
