“Ali, fuck,” I curse, but he ignores my orgasm and continues to push me into delirium with his fingers and tongue. “I can’t,” I pant the words out, but he doesn’t let up until I feel another wave begin to take shape—there’s no way he can pull more from me. But he does.
He doesn’t move from his steady rhythm until my thighs are clamped around his face, my fingers are lodged into his wet hair, and my back is arching off the deck as he pushes me so far over the edge that he makes me wet all over his face. Oh my god, it’s been a long time since anyone has made me squirt and not like this. I’ve never been embarrassed before because sex is gratifying, but this man is drenched.
“Fuck, Elle,” Alistair grins between my thighs. “You taste like the sweetest fucking nectar. I want to drown in the delicacy of your cunt.” I’m panting as I stare down at him, my desire drenching his chin.
“I am pretty sure you nearly did drown,” I say, cracking a joke which makes him laugh.
“Best way to fucking die.” He grins, unfazed by what he made my body do.
“I should clean you up … I seem to have made a mess.” As I look around, I see a puddle.
Alistair stills when he notices me acting awkwardly. “Elle,” he calls my name. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I reply.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell, no. No one has ever made me come like that before,” I explain.
A wide smile falls across his face at my statement. “Then what is it?” I can see his concern as his brows pull together.
Rip the Band-Aid off, Elle.
“I’ve never squirted like that before,” I confess as I feel my cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.
Alistair stares at me, his eyes are wide, and his mouth falls open as he struggles to say anything.
“Damn, I shouldn’t have said anything,” I say while shaking my head.
“Fuck that. Yes, you should have,” he declares earnestly before reaching out and pulling me off the deck and back into the pool. “Do you have any idea how good I feel knowing that I have shared something with you that no one else has?” I shake my head. “You gave me a gift today. Something between you and me. And I’m going to cherish that.”
“You are?” I ask, confused by this reaction.
“This is your job, Elle. I know that. I understand. There probably isn’t much you haven’t given to another. The fact that you gave me this one thing … something that happened between you and me. Not guest and employee.”
He’s right. Yes, I may be having sex with these people, but I’ve never let myself relax that much they were able to pull something so intimate from me.
“I can’t wait to do it again.” He grins before kissing me passionately.