Page 151

Jesus.

“Selene, you could be with a twenty-five-year-old man if he knew how and was enough of a man for you—if that’s what you wanted,” I tell her, tightening my hold around her waist and drawing her back into me.

We stayed naked after leaving the bathroom, and she fell asleep almost immediately after I laid her on the bed, so neither of us has bothered putting on clothes since.

“And you could also be with someone older than you, but that doesn’t mean he’d be right for you,” I explain. “Because it’s painfully obvious that I’m the man meant for you. We were created and put on this earth to end up together.”

Her head comes back, resting on my chest, and one hand reaches behind her to hold the back of my neck.

When I glance down, her breasts are on full display, and the sight makes my cock twitch, pressing into her ass.

“Hmm… you think so?” she asks, teasingly biting her lower lip as her ass slowly grinds against my dick.

“I know so,” I answer, lifting one hand to loosely wrap it around her throat. “I dare you to tell me otherwise.”

“And what if I do?” she challenges deliberately.

“Do you want to play, babe? Do you want to provoke me?”

My free hand slides from her waist, traveling lower and reaching between her thighs, where I find her soaked for me.

“Already this wet?” I murmur into her ear. “Do you like arguing with me?”

Her hips shift, increasing the friction on her clit, and the movement pulls a soft moan from her lips.

“I love absolutely everything that has to do with you,” she whispers between quiet moans, her accent already growing thicker.

As always, my cock reacts instantly, hardening as if it’s responding to a command.

“I’m irremediably captivated by you, Zayn,” is all she manages to say before I turn her around to face me.

I wink at her playfully, then slowly disappear beneath the surface. Spreading her legs apart, I slide two fingers inside her.

Through the rippling water, I see her legs trembling, the evidence of her arousal coating my fingers almost instantly.

If it weren’t so obvious how easily and quickly she responds to my presence, my touch, and the simple fact that I’m near her, I’d probably lose my mind wondering if I’m the only one this deeply affected by what happens between us.

Selene slips both hands into my hair, giving it a gentle tug. I part my lips and start licking, dragging my tongue in lazy circles—first along each thigh, then around her pussy, deliberately ignoring the place where she needs me most.

My hand keeps moving over her clit as I thrust two fingers into her in quick, steady movements.

She’s dangerously close to coming already, her walls tightening around my fingers with every stroke.

At the very last moment, I rise and find her with her head thrown all the way back, eyes squeezed shut, her entire body braced for the orgasm about to hit.

I lift her onto the edge of the pool, then place both her legs over my shoulders, burying my face between her thighs again. She gasps when I pull her even closer and start licking and biting softly, drawing her deeper into the pleasure.

“Hold your breath,” is all I say before slipping back into the water, low enough to take her with me.

When the orgasm finally crashes through her, her legs clamp tightly around my head, fingers twisting firmly into my hair. I don’t stop licking and sucking until the violent trembling coursing through her body gradually fades.

By the time I bring us both back up for air, Selene is gasping uncontrollably, large tears slipping down both cheeks.

“That…” she tries to speak, but her breathing remains too uneven for her to finish.

Laughing, I lick my lips. “Was incredibly sweet,” I finish for her, smirking with complete satisfaction.

“My turn,” she says, taking my hand.