Tilting her head to the side, she shivered as he raked his teeth down her neck. “This isn’t the fun stuff?”
“Maybe a little fun.” He stroked one hand down her side, reaching between them to circle the tip of his finger around the entrance to her *. “But the real fun starts here. I want to taste you. I want to bury my dick inside this hot, wet * and fuck you until neither of us can handle any more.”
Bree whimpered. Dazed, she arched against him and said, “I already can’t handle any more. Colby…”
He laughed. “Slow down, beautiful. I haven’t waited this long to rush it.” His mouth roamed restlessly over her neck and shoulder as, between her thighs, he touched, teased and stroked. Colby dipped his fingers into her aching *, while rotating his thumb around her clit, keeping his touch teasingly light.
“Damn it, Colby.”
He laughed and looped an arm around her waist. “Take a breath.”
The water closed back over them, drifting along her body in a silken, cool caress as he propelled them along the floor until they reached the shallow end. There, he pressed her back against the wall. Just as he pressed against her though, his eyes flashed and he swore. “Damn it. I need my pants.”
“No.”
It was sheer insanity that drove her—the only explanation—as she twined her legs around his hips before he could pull away. “I’m on the Pill—and I’m clean. I haven’t been with…” her voice trailed off as she tried to think how long. Too long. Finishing with a lame shrug, she said, “I’m clean.”
Bad move, Colby thought as she rocked against him. Very, very bad move.
But he didn’t pull away.
He couldn’t pull away. Her long arms and legs twined around him, but even if she hadn’t held him so tightly, he couldn’t have pulled away.
He needed her—needed to feel her skin to skin, needed to lose himself inside her. Covering her mouth with his, he shifted the angle of his hips and let her impale herself on his cock.
Her * was wet and hot, so damn tight, and before she had taken half his length, she tensed up on him, arching backward. All that did was drive her farther down on his length.
A pained cry escaped her and she twisted, arching and rocking against him. Tension tightly held her body and Colby knew that even as sweet as it felt for him, those clenching, reluctant tissues fighting his intrusion, made it painful her.
Sliding a hand up her thigh, he cupped her hip and whispered, “Relax.”
She sighed into his mouth—a shaky, desperate little sound. He caught that sound and then trailed his tongue along her lips, skimmed his hand up her back and fisted his free hand in the short strands of her hair, tugged her head to the side and pressed a kiss to her throat. “Fuck, you’re hot, Bree. So damn tight…”
She shivered.
Against his lips, he felt her pulse skip a beat or two. Smiling against her skin, he whispered, “Sweet…hot…wet…”
She whimpered and arched against him, her tight nipples stabbing into his chest.
Bree liked dirty talk.
“You want to know how good you feel?” he asked. Bit by bit, her body eased. Just a little. Until he could sink another inch, then another, into her * until she’d taken all of him. “You feel like heaven, like hot, wet, silky heaven.”
“Colby…” she whispered, her voice a soft, broken moan.
Working his hand between their bodies, he stroked his thumb around her clit and her hoarse whisper erupted into a harsh sob as he stroked her.
“Fuck, Bree…” he groaned as she climaxed around him, the silken walls of her sheath clenching his cock. He gritted his teeth against the urge to follow her as she whimpered and shuddered her way through orgasm.
Even as her climax passed, she continued to move against him. She was so damn perfect, her * gloving him, tight and sweet, clutching at his cock as he withdrew—greedy, demanding. All he wanted to do was give her every last thing she desired…and more.
He needed more—had to have it—but the buoyancy of the water kept him from taking her as deep, as hard as he needed. Growling against her mouth, he pulled away from her only long enough to climb from the pool and then snag her wrist, pulling her along behind him. Water dripped from their bodies as he tumbled her to the wooden chaise by the pool and mounted her, spreading her legs wide and pushing deep. Bracing his elbows next to her, he hooked his arms under her shoulders, twined his hands in her hair and kissed her.
Bree cried out, the sound smothered against his lips. Her short, neatly trimmed nails raked down his back, leaving fiery trails of sensation along the path her hands had taken.
The cool night air danced along his damp body, but for all he knew, they could have been surrounded by a lake of flame, he was so damn hot.
Hotter than hell, and burning even hotter as she moved underneath him, her snug * clenching down around him, milking him, drawing him deeper, deeper.