“I guess I’m okay with it. If I’m caught naked in public, I can say the king made me do it.”
“Good girl.” He peeled off his jeans and underwear. The idea of skinny-dipping with her awakened his cock, even if he didn’t want to make this about making love. A sense of freedom filled him, and he gazed at her, waiting for her to undress.
She threaded her fingers together, fidgeting, then unfolded them and began to take off her dress. She reached behind and unzipped, the soft fabric sliding off her body in a quick swoosh. Wearing only a lacy bra and panties, she’d never looked lovelier.
“I guess today’s opposite day for me.”
“What’s that?”
“When you do everything differently than you normally would. The pragmatic part of me wouldn’t skinny dip. We have no towels, and what if a stranger steals our clothes?”
“I like opposite day.”
She tossed him a sexy smile that jumpstarted his pulse. “Figured.” She bent a bit, removing her bra first, her beautiful breasts spilling free. Then, she wriggled out of her panties and dropped them to the ground.
“Let’s do this.”
He led the way, with Izzy following close behind him. Soon, cool water surrounded them, as they swam back and forth between the border and the deeper area, where sun bathed a collection of rocks. After a few laps, she treaded water near the rocks. “This is great.”
“Is that your way of saying you don’t like it?”
She frowned.
“Opposite day.”
She chuckled, nudging his chest. “Oh, yeah. I hate being here with you. It’s the worst.”
A jolt of joy loosened his insides, like she had the key to unlock the best part of him. “Right. I’m sorry I ever brought you here.”
She splashed him, and he turned his face to keep it from getting in his eyes. “You’re not as sexy as you think. It’s been a real hardship for me to keep my part of the deal and have sex with you.”
The word deal stung him, but he managed to keep it to himself. Certainly, this was part of the game and not because she didn’t have feelings for him. Damn it, he could see it in her eyes. Why didn’t she see it too? Why didn’t she say it? “Same. I may need a refund.”
She swam over to him, with a promise in her eyes. “Maybe I should try to convince you otherwise,” she said touching his abs, then lowering her hands to his cock. “You know, to keep the customer satisfied.”
He took her against the large rock, and she wrapped her legs around him. His blood rushed to his cock, pounding through his veins, sending his entire body in a hyper sexual alert. Turned on, he captured her plump lips in his, and she started grinding against him, biting his lower lip, showing how much she needed him inside her.
When he broke their kissing rampage, she breathed coarsely, circling her hands around his neck tighter, sending a thrill of awareness to his scalp. He positioned her against the rock, touching the rough surface to make sure it wouldn’t bruise her skin. Then, he brought the tip of his cock to her entrance, teasing her for a bit, brushing it against her engorged clit and wet folds. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Izzy.”
“I love doing this, I—”
He eased the tip inside her, hoping she’d finish the sentence with the words he longed to hear. When she didn’t, he slammed the rest of his rod into her, hard and deep to her hilt. She gasped, scratching her nails on his bare shoulder, breaking his skin. He groaned, unsure whether he punished her for being cautious, or himself for being too carefree.
“Nassor, don’t stop.”
He flicked her clit vigorously, in the way he knew would drive her crazy. Groaning, willing himself to delay his own pleasure, he fucked her, ramming in and out of her. She squirmed against him, biting his shoulder, squeezing his arms, and a couple of moans escaped her lips. Sexy, rough sounds from a woman who never ceased to impress him.
“Nassor, I—”
“Say it,” he hissed, withdrawing his cock only to ram hard into her, earning another tortured whimper. “Say it.”
“I…” she started, then reached for him for a kiss, but he jerked his head away.
He slid most of his dick out of her, keeping the tip brushing against her pussy lips but not invading. Sucking in a breath, he ignored the balls of heat thrumming in all his pulse points. Ignored the way his gut clenched tight, every fiber of him painfully attuned to her.
Her eyes darkened. The green iris became the color of the forest, and the brown one melted into an almost black. He watched her, fascinated and scared. She squeezed his shoulder blade, then lifted her chin and said, “I love you.”
He growled, a shot of triumph detonating through his veins, pounding its way through his heart. She pressed her hand onto his neck, tilting his head down, then kissed him. She wrapped him tighter with her legs, and damn it, he felt her inner muscles clinging to his flesh. Her words and now her claim of him sucked the remaining oxygen from his lungs, and when he withdrew his cock, he had to gather all his strength to pound into her again.
