"In a pool designed for sin. In Vegas. And you in that sexy bikini," I said, deadpan.
She tossed her hair again. "I don't own any other kind. It's not like I'm trying to tempt you, I swear."
I groaned and leaned back against the edge of the pool. She didn't have to try. My cock was already rock-hard, pointing straight in her direction as if in salute. "So, what are you asking me?"
"I'm just trying to understand the parameters," she said simply. "I like to know where I stand."
"Then come here. I'll show you where to stand," I growled.
Blake arched an eyebrow but complied, moving slowly across the pool until she was standing closer. "Yes… sir?"
My dick was throbbing as I watched her tits bob in the water, so tantalizingly close. "What if I change the rules?"
I watched her throat work as she swallowed. "To what?"
I stood up and closed the distance between us, fingering the delicate strap of her bikini. "What if I asked you to share my bed for the next week? While we're on our honeymoon?"
Blake looked up at me expectantly, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushing. "And then?"
"And then we'll revisit the situation," I said smoothly. The assurance in my voice was false. I had no idea what I was doing. What I did know was that I needed to be inside her again. Right now. And that maybe, if I let myself have her for this next week, I could get my fill of her body.
"That sounds reasonable." Her voice was even, but her pupils were dilated, and her nipples were hard. She wanted me, too. And it wasn't an act for my benefit. It wasn’t an ego boost for a client. I could see her trembling slightly, and it filled me with satisfaction.
I was going to make her scream my name, all day, every day, for a whole week. Once I was done with her, she was never going to forget about me.
This was for better or for worse, after all.
I reached for her, running my thumb along her bottom lip. She bit it softly and then came to me, pressing herself against my body.
I leaned down and kissed her, my hands roving hungrily over her skin. I didn't know if I would be able to get enough of this. Of her. There was an urgency in her kiss, too. She rubbed her breasts against me, arching her back and moaning. I couldn't wait. I reached down, stripped off her bikini bottom, and lifted he
r up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me, and I moved us back to the edge of the pool. I lifted her out of the water and sat her on the edge, delicately spreading her legs apart. Then I sunk lower in the water until her naked sex was level with my face. I ran my tongue along her perfect pink slit, and she cried out, throwing her head back. Her taste was mesmerizing, sweet and musky. I buried my face in her, licking and tonguing her clitoris.
"Lucas!" she said, breathless, as I took her clit in between my teeth, biting her a little.
Then I slid two fingers inside her. Her pussy quaked around them. "Oh, fuck," she moaned. I drew my fingers out and plunged them back in. She was slick with wetness, and not just from the pool.
Her body moved to meet my hand. I smiled into her pussy and teased her with my tongue some more. "You like that?"
"I like your cock better," she panted. Still, she came, hard, the next time I stroked her insides with my fingers and planted my mouth on her clit.
"You can have it now, babe." I pulled my swim trunks off and positioned one leg up on the side of the pool. Then I slid my throbbing dick toward her entrance.
She watched me, her eyes huge in her face. "Lucas… I need you." Her voice was thick. She arched her back, spread her pussy open, and started fingering her clit. For some reason, that almost undid me. I eased myself into her, feeling her body stretch for me. I thrust slowly at first, but soon Blake was grabbing my ass, pulling me in deeper, begging me to give it to her harder. She was driving me absofuckinglutely wild. The horizon tipped as she moaned and rode my cock, calling my name, her pussy spasming around me.
"Blake… oh fuck, Blake, what're you doing to me?" I heard myself ask lowly as my orgasm built all around me. Our bodies slammed together, hard, until I pulled back and we did it again. And again. I was in deep, so deep, and my thrusts were becoming longer now. I was almost there. I fingered Blake's clit hard, almost cruelly, and her body erupted in spasms against mine.
And then I came in her, hot and hard.
Later, in bed, after we'd made love again, Blake nudged me gently. "What," I said, too spent to make it sound like a question.
"I forgot to tell you something," she said.
"What's that?" I was on the edge of sleep, but I pulled her warm body closer, so I could feel her.
"I like you, Lucas. I forgot to tell you that I like you, too."
Chapter Fifteen