“That was just… a taste,” he says, taking his head out from between my thighs and floating slightly away from me.
“A taste? Of what?”
“I can do so much more, you know?” He replies, looking at me in such a way that I almost order him to show me what else he can. But I stop myself from doing - I know exactly what’s on his mind, and I’m not going to surrender this easily.
“You want to do so much more,” I correct him with a bright laugh, and then sit up on the edge of the pool. Placing my hands on the floor, on either side of my body, I raise my hips and then launch myself forward, entering the comfortably warm water. I run one hand through my hair, pushing it back, and then float toward Tristan, closing the distance between us.
“What if I do?” He asks me, his hands on my waist again. He pulls me into him and I almost think he’s going to kiss me again, but he just looks into my eyes for a long moment. “I can’t help it, Megan. Whenever I’m around you…” He trails off, but the way his cock has hardened up is enough for me to know exactly what he means.
“I know,” I merely say, and then I crush my mouth against his, taking charge of the whole situation. My hands darts to his crotch and I curl my fingers around the thick shape of his member. I give it one hard squeeze and then I loosen his trunks some more. Now resting my two hands on his waist, I hook my thumbs on the hem of his trunks and pull them down; moving his legs, he allows them to slide down his legs and then simply abandons them under water.
We’re both naked now, and that has awakened something primal and urgent inside of me. Evolution has honed these primal instincts to perfection, but I have to be strong and resist these urges.
But, Jesus, I just want to lace my legs around his waist and pull him to me. I want to feel the tip of his cock against my pussy, and I want him to thrust hard and show me how a powerful man like him handles a woman like me… I want all these things, and I just can’t have them. You have no idea how hard it is for me to accept that.
No matter - I’ll have my fun anyway.
Pulling his lower lip with my teeth, I curl my fingers around his thick shaft and, using my other hand, I cup both his balls. Jesus, everything in him seems to be plus-sized - even his balls feel like something you could use in a tennis match.
“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he groans as I start stroking him harder, my hand flying up and down the length of his shaft.
“Yeah?” I tease him, lowering my voice until it becomes a lewd purr.
“Yeah,” he repeats, looking at me with an expression on his face that betrays all of his self-control. I have no idea how he’s resisting the urge to simply pin me against the wall and fuck me as hard as humanly possible, but I gotta give it to him - he has managed to reign in his own desire. Handsome, wealthy, hung, and a perfect gentleman… Now that’s a combination you don’t see everyday.
And lucky for him, I happen to love gentlemen.
“Do you want to know where I want this cock?” I ask him, tightening my grip on his shaft and moving my hand faster.
“I’m dying to know,” he groans, an expression of pure delight taking over his face.
“Then come here,” I whisper, peeling my fingers off his cock and turning my back to him. I move toward the stairs that lead out of the pool but, instead of climbing out, I just grab them with one hand.
“Sit there,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes as I look at him. He looks back me for a couple of seconds, not understanding what I want, but then I see his eyes widening as he realizes what I just said.
Moving past me, he grabs the handrails of the stairs and climbs out; then he turns around and sits on the last step, his hard cock dangerously close to my face - exactly where I want it to be.
Locking my eyes on his, I start leaning in, parting my lips and allowing my tongue out. I stop moving when my mouth becomes so close to his cock that I can almost feel his warmness, and then I reach for his flesh with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh, fuck…” He whispers through his gritted teeth, his cock pulsing and brushing against my lower lips. Opening my mouth wide, I start lapping at the tip of his cock, using my tongue to draw long teasing circles around it.
Tilting my head sideways, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it all the way down to his balls. There, I just open my mouth even wider and suck one of his balls in, feeling its weight over my tongue. He rests his hands on my head as I do it, and I can almost feel the pent-up tension filling up his muscles.
“I want to feel your mouth, Megan… I want it right now,” I hear him say, and then I allow his ball to pop out of my mouth and run my tongue back up his shaft. I return to circling the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing him endlessly even though he’s practically begging me to start sucking him off. What? I’m enjoying this.
Only when I feel that he can’t endure any more of my teasing do I dive forward, taking his long inches into my mouth and only stopping when I touch the skin at the base of his cock. I hold my position there for a few seconds, enjoying the way his huge cock fills me up, and then I move my lips back up as slowly as I can.
Bobbing my head slowly, I let him dictate the pace, his fingers grabbing at my hair. He keeps that slow, gentle rhythm for awhile, but it doesn’t take long for him to force me to go harder. A few minutes into it and I’m going very, very hard… I’m sucking him so fast that the muscles in my neck are already cramping, but even then I don’t ease up - instead, I push through the pain and force myself to go the extra mile.
Grabbing his cock by the root, I stroke him with a matching motion to that of my mouth, my hand working in unison with it. Sucking and stroking, I give him my best - and I just know that my best will be enough to push him past the finish line.
“Megan…” He starts, his voice so heavy that I start mentally preparing myself for the inevitable. “I think that I’m… I think that I’m about -- oh, fuck!” He groans and, at the same time, I feel his cock throb hard against the roof of my mouth.
He keeps on grabbing me by the hair, but he’s no longer dictating my movements. Still, I’m not going to stop now that I’m so close - and so I just renew my efforts, sucking him while I keep my fingers around his cock, doing my very best to give him an orgasm as good as mine was. One hand washes the other, right?
“Megan,” he breathes out and, even though I have no idea why he felt the need to say my name right now, I can’t help but like the fact that he did. I don’t have much time to ponder on that, though - his cock has gone from throbbing to becoming as hard as concrete, and I’m just seconds away from having my mouth filled to the brim with his cum.
Yup, it’s happening - he groans loudly, and next thing I know his cock is unleashing his warm seed into me. It’s salty and warm, and it tastes just like what a man should.