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He urges me up his body, lowers his mouth to the sensitive pulse point beneath my ear, his stubble grazing against my skin, his fingers and thumbs working my breasts harder, more desperate.
‘Yes, God, yes.’ The pleasure, it’s taking away all else and it’s everything I need, everything I want.
His hands slide beneath the shoulder straps of my swimsuit and my clit pangs with the thrill. I lower my arms to pull them free of it and, before I can bury my hands in his hair once more, he’s taking one nipple deep inside his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. I throw my head back, my cry guttural—
Neighbours!
I bite into my lip, thrust my hands through his hair as I stare down at his mouth surrounding me, the rippling water sloshing about us, my body half-naked as he presses me up against the pool wall. I don’t feel the cool night air now; I’m on fire, desperate for him. Hungry. How is it possible to want him so much already?
‘I want to taste you,’ he murmurs over my breast, his eyes lifting to mine, the pool glittering in their darkened depths.
‘You are...’
I arch back, nudging my breast to his mouth, and he shakes his head.
‘Not enough...’
He lifts me from the water and sets me down on the pool edge, his hands lowering to tug my swimsuit down.
It’s me looking to the neighbours’ now, knowing we’re hidden but worrying all the same. This is daring, oh-so-daring...another tick in a box!
He chuckles, calling my eyes back to his.
‘Not so blasé now, are you?’
I smile and lift my behind so he can peel the swimsuit from me. He tosses it aside, moving back in as he pulls me towards him, spreading my legs wide to bring me up against his chest. His eyes burn into my nakedness and I lean back, relishing that look in his eyes.
Nathan was never one for oral sex but Valentine...the way he looks at me, desire tensing up his body, his eyes so dark and ravenous...he is, and he hasn’t...we haven’t...not yet. Anticipation twines deep within my stomach, every extremity alive as the cold air teases at the goosebumps prickling all over my skin.
He strokes his hands along my thighs, his fingers massaging, his intent blazing through his progressive touch. He reaches the apex of my thighs and his gaze lifts to mine, the pad of one thumb sliding up my seam...Oh, God. I grip the pool edge, feel his touch ever so slight against my clit and I clamp down on my lip, breathe through my nose.
He repeats it with his other thumb and I roll into the move. Again and again, he goes deeper each time, until my cheeks flush with heat, my hands claw into the stone, my breath pants, and then he spreads me open with his fingers, his eyes lowering to take in the sight.
He bows his head and, with one long move, flattens his tongue against me, rises up, laving my entirety until the point of his tongue flicks against the clustered nerve-endings of my clit. I buck off the ground with a cry and I have no time to recover as his tongue lashes and lashes, a dizzying dance that has my mouth hanging open, my eyes lost in the sight of him. I lift a hand to his hair, push through it as I cling to him and rock my hips as fiercely as his assault.
I lift my legs, my heels digging into his shoulder blades, my toes curling as the pleasure-filled tension starts to tighten up my limbs; my panting turns vocal, my cries desperate and still his tongue pummels me. There’s no let-up, no chance to draw a full breath and suddenly I’m rolling, the fierce explosion making me scream his name as my entire body rocks with spasms so fierce I’m scared I’ll crush his head between my legs.
He grasps my thighs, holds me while I shudder and shake and then he’s lifting me off the side, lowering me down his body. His mouth finds mine, desperate with his own hunger, his own need, and I’m lifting my legs around him, eager to have him fill me, eager for it all.
He trembles as he pulls back, separating us, dragging in a breath. ‘Condom?’
‘Dammit.’ I shake my head, they’re all the way inside and I don’t want to break this moment. But I’m no longer on birth control, why would I be, and...
He’s already lifting me in his arms and heading to the stone steps built into the corner.
‘You can’t carry me in.’
‘Wanna bet?’
I giggle like a teenager as I loop my arms around his neck and marvel at the flexing of his muscles as he carries me out. I feel safe. Really safe. And it’s as reassuring as it is unsettling.
‘You drop me, and I’ll be thinking up a suitable punishment.’
‘A punishment, hey?’ He chuckles as he turns to the side and steps through the opening in the glass doors. ‘Am I to take it you have your own supply of whips and chains?’
My cheeks immediately colour, my body flushes with a fresh wave of heat. I know he’s referring to Electra, but...
‘Perhaps.’
