That’s what I liked about her. I knew where she stood on things.
“The only living…the only euphoric experience I really want to indulge in now, is you.”
I studied her eyes to see what she’d think about that.
“Can you do it without feeling guilty and running off like your ass is on fire?”
My lips twitched upward. “I can try.”
She shook her head. “You’ll have to do better. I know what’s going on with you, but it doesn’t change how humiliating it is to have a man bolt out of bed filled with regret and loathing.”
Fuck. I really was an asshole. “I’m sorry, Kellie. Jesus…” I leaned my head forward and rested it on hers. “I never meant to humiliate you. It’s all me.”
“I know it is, but that doesn’t change how it feels on my end. I don’t want to feel that again.”
“I don’t want you to feel that again. Ever.” I lifted my head and looked deep into her eyes wondering why she was even putting up with me. “Honestly, I do enjoy all the food and culture of Europe, but I can resist it to get my job done.”
“Yes, I know.” She pursed her lips.
“But you, Kellie. I find it most difficult to resist you. The way you soak up everything is so lovely. Your smile hits me here,” I said pressing my hand over my heart. “As scandalous and inappropriate as it is, I want to do exactly what you’re saying I need to do, live a little while I’m away from work and family. But all this,” I waved a hand toward the picture-pretty Swiss buildings sitting alongside the lake, “I can skip this. What I really want to indulge in is you. Friends with benefits from now until we return to San Diego.”
Her breath hitched and I had a moment to wonder if I had gone too far.
Then she smiled and looped her arms around my neck. “It's about time you got with the program.” She gave me a quick kiss. “We should go back to the chalet. Did you know there is a hot tub? I want to start there.”
My dick was already threatening to escape my pants as I waved to our driver sitting outside the restaurant.
We arrived back at the chalet and I sent our driver on the way with a large tip. By the time I caught up with Kellie, she was stripping bare alongside the hot tub. For a moment, I just watched her, taking in her lush curves, smooth skin, and sexy smile when she winked at me as she climbed into the tub. I undressed too, pushing away all the voices in my head telling me this was a bad idea. A couple of days to let go of all the pressure and stress and feeling like I had to be one way would do me good, I argued to myself.
I got in the tub, and immediately pulled her to me, straddling her over my thighs. I took her tits in my hands and then started sucking the nipples like a starving man at a feast.
She gasped and mewed, and her hips rocked with my ministrations. I slid my fingers between her folds, and inside her. I cursed being in the tub and unable to use my mouth there. I made a silent vow that before we left Europe, I’d eat her sweet pussy.
She fucked my fingers, riding them up and down as I sucked her nipples.
“I want your dick,” she gasped.
“Soon enough,” I managed to say even though my dick was in agreement with her. My goal was to hit the record of orgasms for her. Starting with now.
She threw her head back and her fingers dug into my shoulders as her pussy clamped down around my fingers. Her mouth rounded into a perfect O and then she moaned, long and feral as her orgasm rocked through her. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I gave her a moment to come down and then I rose from the tub and switched our places. “Get on your knees on the seat,” I practically growled at her.
She did as I said, her hands gripping the side of the tub as she looked over her shoulder at me.
I took her hips, my eyes going to hers in a silent request to let me fuck her from behind. She widened her knees and pushed her ass back. I took that as a yes.
With my cock in hand, I rubbed the head along her pussy lips, loving how she moaned. If I could hold out long enough, she’d come again. In an ideal world, her orgasm would trigger mine.
I had a moment to realize that I’d fucked her in a pool and now a hot tub. I’d had sex in a variety of places and ways, but never in water. Mostly because condoms weren’t ideal in water. For a moment, I stopped, as I realized I hadn’t used a condom with her ever.
I didn’t seem wise to continue knowing that and yet, Kellie was nothing if not practical and efficient. Certainly, she wouldn’t have let me fuck her if it wasn’t safe to do so.
“Ryan,” her voice was begging. “Fuck me.”
My brain short circuited, and I brought my tip to her hot pussy entrance. “Ask me again.”
“Fuck me.”