“Congrats for what?”
“For winning the race,” I said. “That was your prize.” I lifted my fingers out of the water and sucked them slowly. Even though they were wet from the water, I still thought I could taste her juices. Though that might have been wishful thinking. “And this is my prize,” I said as I continued to suck my fingers. Her eyes widened and I could see the shock on her face as she watched me.
“You’re disgusting,” she said, and I could see her watching me diligently.
“What can I say? You taste good.” I licked my lips and then sucked on my lower lip for a few seconds. “I wish you could taste yourself,” I drawled. “But maybe next time.”
“There will be no next time.” She blushed, though she didn’t move away.
“Oh, there will be a next time.” I laughed and reached out and grabbed her breast and played with her nipple. “Only next time, we’ll both be coming.”
“I didn’t come,” she said and looked away. I could tell she was embarrassed. Though I wanted to tell her not to be. I wanted to tell her that she would have a lot more intense situations to be embarrassed about if she continued to go down this road with me.
“Okay,” I said and I shrugged. “Let’s go back to shore,” I said. “The others will be wondering what happened to us.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding disappointed. I swam away from her and headed back to shore. I reached the shore a good eight strokes before her and I stood and waited for her to get out of the water. “So we’re going back now?” She walked towards me, her head held high and I swallowed hard as I stared at her naked body.
“Not yet.” I shook my head and led her over to one of the lounge chairs.
“Oh?” she said, looking at me curiously.
“I have some unfinished business,” I said and pushed her down on the chair. “Lie back.”
“What?” She blinked up at me. “Why?”
“Just lie back.” I pushed her shoulder down and laughed at the confusion on her face.
“TJ?” she said hesitantly as I knelt down and spread her legs. I leaned forward and licked all the drops of water off of her *. “TJ, what are you doing?” She moaned and I could feel her legs trembling.
“You said you didn’t come,” I said, my voice deep, even to my ears. “That means you didn’t get your prize,” I said and looked up at her. “We can’t go back until you get your prize.”
“You can’t…” she mumbled, her face looking nervous.
“Oh, but I can,” I said and bent back down and immediately pushed my tongue inside of her. I felt her gush of orgasm as soon as I entered her, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t wait to lap up her juices as she lay there, her body bucking. I sucked on her clit for a few seconds and then kissed my way up her body, sucking on both of her nipples before positioning my body on hers and resting on my elbows. I let my cock rest between her legs and I felt her legs shifting slightly. I leaned down and kissed her and she kissed me back, moaning into my mouth. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit and next to her entrance and it took everything in me to not enter her.
“Oh, TJ.” She groaned, reaching her arms up around me.
“Yes, Mila?” I said softly, waiting for her to ask me to fuck her.
“TJ.” She moaned again, her eyes gazing into mine deeply, searching for something. My cock paused as I lay on top of her. I was seconds away from entering her. Seconds away from filling her up and making her mine. She shifted again and the tip of me entered her and she moaned again—a deep, long, aching sound—and she reached up and ran her hands through my hair, playing with my tresses softly. “Make love to me, TJ,” she whispered into the night, and I froze. I jumped up off of her and stood upright, bending down only to help her up.
“That’s Troy’s job,” I said, my voice cracking as I turned my back on her and walked over to my clothes. “I don’t make love. I only fuck,” I said harshly. I couldn’t even look at her as we pulled our clothes back on. I don’t think she knew it, but my words probably hurt me more than they had hurt her.
Chapter Thirteen
Mila
June 28th, 2012