She cupped my face, her lips pressing against mine as my cock began to spring to life.
I stood up and hoisted her onto my hips. She kissed my neck, undoing my shirt as I carried her out to the enclosed deck, to the hot tub. Shrugging my shirt off, I set her down and kneeled in front of her. She giggled as I undid her jeans and began shimmying them down her milky white thighs. In awe of the beauty that stood before me, I kissed the edge of her pink thong as she stepped out of her jeans.
“After you,” I said, gesturing to the bubbling, steamy hot water.
She gingerly stepped over the ledge, collapsing down into the water. “Ooh this is fantastic,” she grinned, her eyes oozing happiness.
Unbuckling my jeans, I shuffled them off and stepped into the water. It was hot—hotter than I was expecting—but against the coolness of the night, it felt good. Falling into the water, I pulled Wrenn onto my lap, my erection very obvious.
“Someone’s excited,” she mumbled, kissing me.
“I’m always excited around you, Wrenn. It’s so hard not to show that when we’re not alone, but you always have me worked up.”
“Really?” she said, draping her arms around my neck. “Tell me, what is it about me that winds you up, Mr. Reid?”
Where did I start? Everything about her excited me, from her smoldering eyes to the way she laughed. I reached around and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. I kissed her cheek, then her jaw, slowly sucking my way down her neck to her perky, round breasts.
“Everything,” I murmured, my tongue rolling over her nipple. “There is nothing about you that doesn’t excite me. You make me feel alive.”
She pushed my head up to meet her lips, kissing me deeply, tasting me, grinding her hips against my erection. God, what is she doing to me?
I couldn’t stand this anymore. I couldn’t have her so close to me and not be inside her. Standing up, I stepped out of the tub, holding out my hand. She took it, her brows furrowed in confusion. After she stepped out, I lifted her into my arms and carried her through to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she giggled, her fingers stroking the back of my neck.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I growled, throwing her wet body down on the bed. She laughed as I climbed on top of her, my hands exploring her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed her nipple. I loved the way it hardened at my touch. God, I loved everything about her.
“Are you okay with this?” I muttered, stroking her skin. She nodded, lifting her head up to kiss me.
My fingers ran down the curves of her body, reaching the band of her lace thong. I looped my fingers around it, pulling it down, exposing her perfectly groomed *. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide the thong down her legs and over her feet.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I muttered as my fingers stroked her inner thigh. She parted her legs and whimpered, her arm curving around my back.
I so badly wanted to feel myself inside her—but more than that, I wanted to take my time. I pulled her close to me, kissing her stomach and slowly trailing upwards, over her breasts, to her neck. She whimpered as my finger circled the outside of her wetness, while my lips found their way back to her mouth.
Her lips caressed mine, biting and teasing me, just as I was doing to her. I kissed along her jawline, down over her neck, to her breast. Her nipple was hard as I curled my tongue around it, sucking gently, arousing her to no end. She gasped as I slid a finger inside her, another massaging her clit.
She moaned, bucking her hips, trying to push my finger further inside. I chuckled, and kissed her neck as I thrust my finger inside of her again. She was so wet, and so ready. I slid another finger inside her, moving them in and out quickly. He breathing began to shallow as she clenched her hips, locking my fingers inside of her.
“Oh, oh God, oh yes, yes, yes!” She arched her back, her hand clutching at the sheets, squeezing them in her tight grip as she rode the climax. “Stop, oh God,” she cried. I chuckled, pulling my hand away, kissing her.
God I need her.
I was as hard as fuck as I lowered my boxers, kicking them off my legs. She smiled, her hand closing around my length, moving her fist in a steady rhythm up and down my shaft.
Holy shit, that feels good.
She sat up and positioned herself over me until my erection pressed at her entrance, teasing me. I fumbled through my wallet and retrieved a condom. Tearing it open, I quickly rolled it on before laying back, my hands on her hips.
Her eyes stayed on mine as she lowered herself onto me, her tight, wet * milking my cock. She began to rock back and forth, her breasts bouncing softly against the movement.
I rolled over so she was under me and I was on top, her legs wrapping around my waist. My fingers brushed the edge of her hairline tenderly as I stared into those eyes. I thrust myself further inside of her as our lips found each other.