I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face, and he matches every movement of mine with a flick of his tongue, hitting all the right spots. His fingers keep on rubbing my clit, electricity darting from there and climbing up my spine, and I swear I can almost hear the whistle of fireworks in the distance - and soon enough these fireworks are going to go off inside my skull.
Then, moving fast, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he starts sucking it and jabbing at it with the tip of his tongue; the fingers he had on my clit are now parting my pussy lips, and it’s only a matter of time until he -- whoops! He just did it - he slid his index finger inside of me, curling it upward and taking it all the way to my G-spot. He presses against it hard, and then slides one more finger inside my pussy, the pressure on my G-spot intensifying.
“Oh, fuck, Tristan,” I moan, pulling on his hair and keeping his head trapped between my thighs. Swear to God, I didn’t know that a woman could feel so much pleasure from being eaten out. If I knew he could pleasure me like this, I think I’d have allowed him between my thighs a long time ago…
I can only imagine how it must feel to have his huge cock inside of me, stretching my pussy wide and -- no! I can’t start thinking of that, or else I’ll allow it to happen. And that just can’t be. No matter how much I want it, I must resist it. There’s a lot at stake, and I’m not going to ruin my chances just because I’ve developed an insane craving like this.
“Oh, that feels so… Oh, God,” I pant as he starts sliding his fingers in and out of me, building a rhythm. At first, he moves his fingers kindly, but lust soon takes over their coming and going motion. Before I know it, he’s flicking his wrist so fast that I can’t even tell if his fingers are going in or out of my pussy.
“D-don’t stop! Oh, don’t --” My sentence remains unfinished. Lightning explodes up my spine, and the moment it hits my brain it simply obliterates my capacity for speech. My mouth is open, but the only thing I’m capable of right now is moaning. And that’s exactly what I do - with my head thrown back, I let a loud moan escape from between my lips.
I press my legs together, doing it so hard that I might suffocate him between my thighs - but I just can’t help it. He has unleashed a mind bending orgasm inside of me, and that has made my body tense up so much that I don’t even think I’m in control of it anymore.
“Jesus, what was that?” I laugh as all that pleasure finally washes over me, allowing me to regain the ability to think again.
“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 s
how 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.