She explored my body like that while I explored hers. I teased her, faster, slower, faster again, and kissed her neck, then her chest and her breasts. I took off her top and rolled my tongue around a hard, pink nipple while I made her wetter, soaking, wild with my touch. She kissed my neck as I buried my fingers in her, then my chest, then my scars, one after the other, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I moved back, taking off my pants as she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. I tumbled onto the chair, grabbing her hips to pull her along. She straddled me, sliding her palm along my hard shaft, as I wrapped her hair around one fist and held it tight while I kissed her and teased her wet spot with my other hand. And as she moaned into my kiss, her warm, gorgeous body above mine, I took her as close as I could, letting the tension build between us, the tension that had been growing for days and days and days, and finally took her hips and pushed her back, making her moan as she slid along my shaft and took me, all of me, deep inside her body.
She held me there for a moment and we kissed, bodies warm and close and perfect. I felt her, all of her, and I wanted more.
She began to work her hips and I was in heaven.
Her skin tasted like salt and chlorine from sweat and pool water. I didn’t care—I wanted to feast on her, every inch of her, all the spots I’d been dreaming of since first seeing her what felt like forever ago. I bit her lip and kissed her throat and tightened my grip on her hair before grabbing her ass. My fingers dimpled her ample flesh and god, she was gorgeous, every little moan, every little gasp driving me wild. My heart pulsed to the rhythm of her hips, and I felt like we sank into each other, so lost and deep in it, drowning in the pleasure of each other.
She went faster, hips working. I rolled a tongue around her pink nipples, hands teasing them, before spanking her tight ass, before pulling her hair. I growled my pleasure and made her moan as she went faster again, faster and faster, making the chair rock, the legs clatter against the pool tile. I couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand another second of being passive, and pulled her off me. I rolled her over and spread her legs wide before feasting, then sinking myself inside, stretching her out and moaning my joy.
Her eyes rolled back as I took her like that. I kissed her, pinning her down on the chair, and it felt like the whole room rattled for us. The pool itself sang, like pleasure sang in my mind, like my blood sang in my ears. I continued to have her, listening to her breathe, and her whispers like sweet music, and every perfect muscle, every gorgeous swell of her skin, her breasts shaking with my thrusts, her pink nipples hard and gorgeous, the line of her collarbone, the pink in her lips, it all made me forget the world, forget anything else, and for a few incredible minutes, or maybe hours, or maybe years—there was only her.
I kept going, moving faster, grinding into her, listening to her moans. “Come on, gorgeous girl,” I whispered, biting her earlobe. “I want to hear you say my name.”
“Ren,” she gasped.
“I love the taste of you, you know that? Ever since we first met, I keep dreaming about your body. Do you know what I want from you?”
“I think so,” she moaned, back arching.
“Tell me then.”
“You want to fuck me.”
I took her hands and pinned them above her head. I bit her nipples and made her gasp. “I’m already fucking you.”
“What more do you want?”
I thrust deep and stared into her eyes. “I want to take your body and make it feel something you’ve never experienced before. I want you lying on my bed, sweating, moaning, half-blind from pleasure, and I want only one word coming from your lips, over and over again: more, more, more. Can you say that for me?”
“More,” she moaned.
“Again.”
“More.”
I fucked her faster, deeper, staring into her eyes, keeping her pinned down beneath me. “Beg for more. Tell me you’re mine.”
“More, Ren,” she gasped. “I’m yours. All of me, I’m yours, for whatever you want. God, you feel so good, I want it all. More, please, more.”
We moved together in wild rhythm and her moaning pleas and my growled grunts of pleasure mingled into one mass as I continued to take her again, again, and I felt her come then, felt her orgasm rip through her body in waves of incredible gorgeous beauty. I watched it pass over her face, her back arching, her body out of control, and I took her, fucked her through it, before my own orgasm took me over. I came between her legs, deep inside of her, and we floated there together in that perfect moment, those sweet seconds where we were deep inside the orgasm together, locked in that incredible space, before plummeting back to earth.