“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
Her eyes flare and she bites her lip. I take a deep breath and remind myself to take it slow. This isn’t the get in, get out operation I’m used to. For the first time, I’m not thinking of my own needs. Only about taking Raven’s body to new places, to express what I feel emotionally through loving her physically.
Her lips curl in a wicked grin as she shimmies off her matching lace panties. I watch in awe as she reveals her perfect body to me. Sitting up to unhook her bra, she removes the last scrap of covering, my gaze held firm by her seductive show. She’s completely exposed, and I stare in wonder as she falls back on the lounger, legs parted.
“You’re stunning.” My voice sounds heavy and rough with desire.
I rip my shirt off over my head and toss it behind me. My lips ache with the urge to taste every inch of her olive skin.
“Hmm, I was just thinking the same thing.”
I run my hands along her thighs, her knees falling wide open in response. “Raven, I need to taste you.”
She nods her head once, her body yielding to my every touch. Perfect.
Taking my time, I kiss the tender skin of her inner thigh. With teasingly long swipes of my tongue, I give her a sample of what’s to come. Her heels dig into the lounger, and she pushes her hips up, searching for contact. Just the invitation I need.
I take my first taste and growl in pleasure. So sweet. I fight the urge devour her, wanting to take my time and make it last. She moans and rolls her hips. I look up the length of her toned stomach to see her eyes squeezed shut. That won’t do.
I back off. “Baby, look at me.”
Her eyes lock on mine, passion swirling in their blue-green depths. I slow down, but maintain eye contact. Every hitch of her breath stimulates my need to please her.
This is so different. And more arousing than anything I’ve experienced in the past. My love takes a front seat to my body’s desire for release.
I stare, absorbed in the visual of her mouth dropped open as she pants for breath. Her bare chest heaves with every flick of my tongue. Moans turn into desperate cries and her legs quake. Slow is no longer an option. I want nothing more than to hold her, to feel her against my lips while she falls apart for me. Her hips push and roll, seeking. I lock my hands on her hips, holding her still, and give into her body’s demands.
She grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me to her, pressing me deeper. Her voice catches and she calls out my name in release. Moans of pleasure fall from her lips, and the sound sends shockwaves straight between my legs. My stomach tightens, and I flex my hips into the lounger, groaning at the relief in the friction. I continue until she squirms, unable to give her up. With a final, tender kiss, I pull away. She falls back, her body sated and limp.
My girl. Her eyes are closed, and I’m entranced by the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes. I gently press her legs together, removing myself from in between, to climb in next to her. Moving her hair from her damp face, her eyes flutter open.
“That was amazing.” I marvel in the beauty of her satisfied expression.
“I thought that was my line.” Her sexy post-orgasm voice vibrates in a way that I feel in my shorts.
I grab a towel from the table next to us and cover her naked body.
“Do you want to go inside?” I trace the delicate angles of her face with my fingertip.
Her mouth tilts to a grin. “I have a better idea.”
She pushes herself up off the lounger, leaving the towel behind. With her back toward me, I admire the luscious curves of her bare flesh in the moonlight. She winks at me over her shoulder and, with a small bend of her knees, she jumps into the pool. Skinny dipping? Hell, yeah!
Kicking off my shorts, I jump in after her, keenly aware of my killer hard-on that even the cool water won’t tame.
She floats on her back, and I shamelessly gawk at her perfect breasts poking out from the water. Catching my stare, she swims over to me in the shallow end.
“It’s your turn,” she says as she pushes me back to the steps of the pool.
My heart pounds in my chest. Does she mean what I think she means?
“Sit.” She directs me to sit on the top step where the water is the shallowest.
Eyes still locked on mine, she pulls my legs apart and crawls between them. Her soft, slick body brushes the insides of my thighs, heating my oversensitive skin. With her knees on the step below me, she props herself up to meet my eyes. Her breasts drip with pool water and sex appeal.
“I’ve never done this before, so don’t expect much.” Even in the dim light, I catch the red that colors her cheeks.
“Raven, you don’t have to do this.”
She places her finger against my lips, silencing further protest.
Was I just talking her out of giving me a blow job? That’s a first.