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I think about some of what I found out last night on the Internet. She wants it? Or needs it?
Cupping her face, I tip her chin up. “Megan, you don’t have to hold out for that apartment. I can build you a thousand apartments. Anything you want. Anything you need.”
She doesn’t say anything, just looks at me. And fuck it. I can’t resist any longer.
I take my other hand and press it against her lower back, pulling her closer. Stroking her lips with my thumb, I lean in. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips part on a sigh before I even brush my mouth against hers for the first time. When I pull her full lower lip into my mouth, sucking gently, her hands wind around my neck and she goes up on her toes, pressing into me.
She kisses me back, softly at first, then a bit hungrier. I deepen the kiss, my tongue stroking against hers with a promise of what’s to come if she’ll just give in to what we’re both feeling. This is what we both want. What we both need. All she has to do is say yes.
Megan
My eyelids droop, my heart flutters, and my mind spins.
One kiss. One kiss and I’m already spinning out of control, a surge of adrenaline scattering all my thoughts to the wind.
I open my eyes when Tristan pulls back from me, but I say nothing. I just stare back at him, hearing the sound of my own heart hammering against my chest, and then the tip of my tongue running over my lips.
“I’ve been dreaming of this for too long,” he finally says, his words soft and blending with the gentle sound of the water. “These lips…” He continues, reaching for me and brushing his thumb over my mouth.
“My lips are right here,” I find myself saying. I place both my hands on the side of his face and pull him into me, closing my eyes again as I guide his mouth toward mine. The moment our lips touch, I feel a high voltage current running from his body and into mine, and I find desire welling up inside of me. The kind of desire that makes you lose all control.
But I can’t - and I won’t - lose all control.
No matter what.
I use the tip of my tongue to part his lips, his manly flavor - the flavor of oak and spices - hitting me at once. Our tongues dance around one another and, as we kiss, he takes his hands to my waist and presses his body against mine.
A shiver runs up my spine as I feel his naked chest brushing against my breasts, and I almost take the top of my bikini off. I don’t do it, though - if he wants to enjoy my naked body, he has to unwrap me first. Just like a present on Christmas’ day.
Taking my feet off the bottom of the pool, I lift my legs and wrap them around his torso, reeling him in as I throw my arms over his shoulders.
“I could keep kissing you forever,” he whispers, taking his lips off mine. He looks into my eyes and places one hand under the nape of my neck, holding my head still as he takes in every detail of my face. “Fuck, Megan… Why do you have to be this beautiful?”
Now, I’ve been around these billionaire types for quite some time now, and I’ve grown accustomed to their brashness. Still, right now I can’t stop myself from blushing. Boiling blood shoots up from from my heart and makes its way to my face, my cheeks burning as I hold eye contact with Tristan.
There was something so genuine about the way he said it. It wasn’t a pick-up line (we’re past that already), and he isn’t trying to smooth talk his way into my pants. No… He felt something, and he said it without thinking twice, no second intentions hiding behind his words.
I try to think of a suitable reply, but no words make their way to my brain. And so, I just lean in and kiss him again, opening my mouth and allowing a kind of wild frenzy to take over my body and soul.
With my legs wrapped around his torso, my crotch is dangerously close to his, which means that I’m already feeling something hardening underwater, something that wants to devour me… And no, it’s not a shark.
Allowing my body to sink down a few inches, I then rock my hips and press my crotch against his as hard as I can. I feel his hard cock under his swimming trunks, and my heart almost stops - it just feels so… thick. What is he hiding under these trunks? A soda can?
“Someone’s getting excited,” I tell him with a coy laugh, pressing my forehead against his and enjoying the closeness of his body.
“Is it just me....?” He asks, a devilish grin taking over his lips, his smart eyes focused on mine.
“No, it isn’t just you,” I laugh again, biting down on my lower lip as I feel his tree-trunk of a cock throb under his swimming trunks. More than thick, his member feels long as well… Ten inches, maybe? No, it’s got to be at least twelve. Oh, God, you can bet that I’m as excited as he is right now.
I already feel myself growing wetter and wetter… And I can assure you that it has nothing to do with the fact that we’re inside a swimming pool, water up to our necks.
Running one hand through my wet hair, his eyes locked on mine, Tristan smiles. It’s a gentle smile but, behind the kindness in his eyes, I can see a kind of fiery lust, flames of desire raging inside of him and ready to devour me.
Returning his gaze, I never even blink as I place one hand on his chest and then slide it down, my fingertips slowly caressing the contour of his ripped muscles. When I feel his washboard abs under the palm of my hand, I move even slower, enjoying the hardness of each perfect square of muscle that covers his stomach. More than looking like a model that could be on the cover of a fitness magazine, Tristan has a body that would be worthy of a marble statue - I mean, hell, his muscles already seem like they’re made out of marble.
But I don’t linger on his abs more than necessary; no, there are more interesting things on his body that I still haven’t explored. Oh, but I’m getting there.