“Meet me on the patio,” he growls. “I just have to get something started for you.”
Slightly bewildered, but tempted, I watch him jog into the house and slowly follow. I enjoy watching him walk away, or run away. I’m not sure I will ever get over how thick he is now, compared to the boy I once knew.
Walking on air, I glide toward the patio doors, curious what he is doing out there. From inside, I watch him strip down in a hurry, pulling his shirt over his wide shoulders, scowling as he thumbs the controls on a panel behind the pool. To my surprise, the Jacuzzi begins to bubble violently, splashing over the sides.
He turns back and sees me through the patio doors, jerking his chin to beckon me forward.
Slowly I come through the door, unbuttoning my dress and watching his eyes track the movements of my fingers. Here in the full sunlight, there’s nowhere to hide. I can’t look away. I can’t pretend not to see him. I can’t pretend not to see the way he’s looking at me.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes as I let the dress fall from my shoulders and slip to the limestone tiles.
My heart races. I am a live wire.
“Take off your panties,” he tells me.
Thrilled and shivering, I slide my pale cotton panties over my hips and step out of them, basking in the full sunlight that bathes me. I watch his eyes track back and forth over every inch of my skin, like he’s memorizing me.
“Now you,” I tell him, gesturing toward his dark-washed jeans.
The sound of the Jacuzzi is an insistent roar as his jeans slide to the ground. He kicks them away and stands there with his palms out.
“Do I meet with your approval?” he smirks.
“I think that you will do,” I smirk back.
“Really!” he huffs, striding around the Jacuzzi toward me, his muscles flexing in precise, undulating waves.
Bracing myself for the collision, I let him take me over. I like this, the way he almost wrestles with me. Here in full sunlight, nothing to hide, nothing between us.
He feints like he might wrestle me to the ground, but instead just wraps his arms around me and pulls me off balance, growling against my neck, lifting me off my feet. I pretend to push away, but not really. I just want to flex, knowing that he is strong enough to take it, knowing that he’s strong enough to carry me off.
With a few steps back, we’re falling forward into the bubbling water. I crash, twisting in the water, splashing against the shock as the hot liquid covers me. But he is right there, slipping around me, picking me back up before my feet even hit the bottom of the shallow pool.
Slippery and hot, our skin glides wetly as he holds the back of my head, kissing me deeply. His tongue plunges into my mouth, leaving me breathless and wanting.
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p; I ache for him. My pussy is throbbing with need, but I don’t even have to say anything. He just knows exactly how to move me, where to touch me.
“Look at me,” he commands. “Don’t stop looking.”
Blinking away the water, squinting against the starbursts of sunlight, I force myself to look right at him. It’s too bright, but I won’t look away.
“That’s good,” he murmurs as he kisses me, his eyes still locked on mine.
Pushing against the resistance of the water, he holds me and drags me to the edge.
“You did really good today, baby,” he says, positioning my arms back so that I can lean against the edge. “I know that wasn’t easy for you. I know that took a lot of courage.”
The head of his cock slides between my legs. He is always hard, but this time he is really thick. It takes my breath away, but I don’t look anywhere but his eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you really hard,” he smiles. “You’re going to want to close your eyes, but don’t, okay?”
I nod obediently.
“I know you won’t,” he grins, his face sparkling with drops of sun.
Squaring off in front of me, Clay shifts his weight so he’s underneath me and my hips are floating in the pool. With his hands around the top of my thighs, he moves me like a steering wheel, then plunges into me, so hard I almost have to cry out.