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I’m chasing something deep down as we kiss. It’s as though there’s some secret pressure release valve that needs to be turned and if I don’t get there, I’ll die.
And, contrary to my previous statement, I don’t want to die.
“Fuck.” Mason grumbles when he finally breaks from our kiss, pulsing me against him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, making these little lusty whimpering sounds as he licks a spot on my neck that feels like it must be directly connected to my clit.
I’m panting; each breath feels like fire as the heat between us grows. The pool lights morph from purple to red, making Mason’s skin look like it’s glowing.
He steps back, the water lapping around his hips, and I see the swollen head of his erection poking out of his swim trunks, his chest expanding with a long inhale as he stares at my tight, poky nipples.
“Take off my shirt,” he orders and my breath catches in my throat. “Then your panties.”
There’s a clenching deep in my core and desire courses through my veins as I reach down and grab the bottom of the wet fabric, peeling it up and off my body, giving it a few celebratory spins above my head before tossing it with a wet slap against the stone pavers surrounding the pool.
The anticipation of what’s happening is wrapped around me like a cord, tightening and tightening as I keep my eyes on Mason, lifting my ass, tugging down my drenched panties and setting them next to me.
Adrenaline washes over me as I sit naked in front of him. He’s silent, staring, as the scent of the pool water mixes with my arousal, and it all feels like a dream.
“God, you are everything.” He sucks in a breath and reaches down, pulling his swim trunks off, letting them drift to the bottom of the pool as he steps forward.
His cock bobs, breaking the surface of the water, looking like the head of some enormous sea serpent cresting the waves, coming to claim its next victim.
I feel powerful and powerless as his eyes roam over my body. I’m no runway model. Well, maybe one of Victoria’s Secret’s new ‘body positive’ models…and the nickname kids at my last school gave me starts playing on repeat inside my head, threatening to ruin the moment.
Jenny Craig. Jenny Craig. Jenny Craig…
STOP.
He’s looking at you like you’re the center cut of the world’s juiciest prime rib and you can’t deny, you want him to eat you alive.
My eyes drift down to my belly. My thighs.
I see the extra fluff there but what I see clearly isn’t what Mason sees, because I hear him mutter under his breath, “You’re fucking perfect.”
I suck in my stomach, but it does almost nothing to flatten the round pooch below my belly button and I look up to see Mason’s eyes narrow as I hold my breath.
“What are you doing?” he hisses, closing the space between us, his hands running up the sides of my calves until his fingers wrap around my knees.
“Nothing,” I squeak out, barely able to release the word without expelling my held breath.
“Nothing?” He sniffs, looking down as he pushes my legs open. “Can you do nothing while I do this?”
He lowers his head and I’m shaking so hard I feel like I’m having a panic attack. His warm breath is on my already-heated girly bits and I hear him take a long inhale. I look down to see his eyes are closed, a look of pure joy on his face.
“I’m making this pussy mine tonight.” He looks up, catching me watching him as he spreads my legs farther, exposing me completely, then returns his gaze to my open sex. “I’ll touch you, taste you, then claim you, little flame.”
With each word my pussy clenches and I release the air I’m holding in a long, desperate moan, so eager for what I think is coming next he’s lucky my pussy doesn’t lunge forward and mount itself on his face like that crazy alien thing from the movie.
Please, God, if you’re listening…don’t let me make a fool of myself, okay? And, please don’t watch.
We’re frozen in the moment, his mouth mere inches from the goal line, and every second feels like an eternity.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I reach down between my legs, dip two fingers into my already-drenched slickness, spinning them for a moment like a witch stirring the caldron, getting the love potion just right before I bring my shimmering, soaked fingers to his ever-loving perfect lips, and slip them inside.
His eyes are on fire and I have no idea what I’m doing, but somehow I know exactly what to do.
A low rumble starts in his chest as his warm tongue slips between my intruding fingers, licking and sucking the nectar I’ve introduced. Pretty soon, that rumble is a growl, then a roar.
