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.
My fingers move over the wet fabric of his swimming trunks and, turning my hand around, I flatten my palm against the bulging shape tenting his trunks. I sigh heavily as I feel it pulsing against my hand, and I can’t resist it; I curl my fingers around it, wrapping them around his thickness, and give it a soft squeeze.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he says, leaning into me and whispering the words into my ear.
“I know,” I reply in that same hushed tone, my voice growing heavy with each passing second. “That’s the point,” I continue, closing my eyes as he starts nibbling at the skin on my neck, pulling it between his teeth. I sigh again, my fingers tightening around his cock, and then I simply let go of it - of course, I only do it so that I can untie his trunks.
And that’s exactly what I do.
I undo the knot tying them up and pull at the hem, loosening them up. Then, flattening the palm of my hand against his abs again, I slide my hand down as slowly as I can. My heart tightens up into a fist as my fingers move down, and then it almost bursts inside my chest as I feel the warmness of Tristan’s flesh brushing against my knuckles.
Grabbing his cock, I chomp on my lower lip as the warmness of his huge member spills into my fingers and climbs up my arm. Allowing instinct to dictate the movements of my body, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, carefully measuring it with each stroke. Yup, twelve-inches at the very least. More than a cock, right now I’m holding a python - one so dangerous it might end up devouring me.
“You’re so big,” I find myself saying, the words spilling out from between my lips before I can even think of what I’m saying. Not that it matters - after all, it’s the truth.
“And it’s all yours if you want it,” he replies in a heartbeat, and I grit my teeth and stop the words from escaping my mouth. If I could, I’d just say yes and surrender to him; I’d offer him my body on a silver platter, and I’d let him do whatever he wanted with this big cock of his. But I can’t - I can’t and I won’t.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I tease him, nibbling at his earlobe and upping the rhythm of my hand. I feel his breathing start to grow heavy and ragged, and that just makes my pussy even wetter.
“Maybe I can help you make up your mind,” he tells me, once more looking into my eyes. One of his hands trails up the sides of my body and he slides it over the rising curve of my right breast, slowly squeezing it. I look back into his eyes as he does it, my insides clenching as I struggle to remain in control of the situation - and, between you and me, that’s not an easy task.
Hooking his thumb on the cup of my biking top, he pulls it down and bares my nipple, my rosy tip hard and aching. He brushes his fingers over it and then, squeezing my breast so that my nipple is pointing up, he sinks down on the pool a few inches and reaches for me with his mouth. I throw my head back and sigh, feeling him wrap his lips around my nipple; he sucks it into his mouth, his lips tight around it, and runs soft but steady circles around it with his tongue.
I let go of his cock as he works on my nipple, and take both my hands to his hair; tangling my fingers into it, I pull him hard into me and force him to start sucking harder. And, of course, that’s what he does - he sucks on my right nipple as if he intended to devour it and, with his free hand, he pulls down the other cup and squeezes my left breast.
I moan, every single inch of my body on fire, even though I have water up to my neck.
“It’s delicious,” he breathes out as he pulls back from my breasts, coming up for air.
“Of course I am,” I laugh, my voice cutting through the silence in this place. Aside from the sound of the water lapping at the walls of the pool, the birds chirping overhead, and the gentle breeze passing through the canopy of the trees, there’s a silence so deep that it almost feels like that Tristan and I are on a deserted island.
“I wonder what else on you is delicious…” He continues, taking both his hands to my back and undoing the knot on my bikini top. He pulls on it gently and I hold my breath as the fabric leaves my body, my skin prickling with anticipation. Leaving my top, he lets it float away from us and then slides his hands down the side of my body, only stopping when his big fingers are resting over my hips. Then he moves them toward my ass, his fingertips caressing the curves of my cheeks as he cups them under the palm of his hands.
“You’ll find out, won’t you?” I tease him, but his only reply is a wicked grin, one that makes my insides clench again.
“Yes… Yes, I will,” he whispers, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me up. I react fast, placing my hands on the edge of the pool, and allow him to lift me up. I sit down on the edge of the pool, only my lower legs under the water now, and Tristan rests his hands over my knees. Pushing them apart, he moves forward and places his chest right between my legs, the hunger in his eyes growing in such a way that my heart feels as if it’s going to blow up like a hand grenade.
I take a deep breath as he slides his fingers up to my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against my groin, and I have to restrain myself from grabbing his hair and pulling him into me. If I did that, I know I’d just lose all control… And God knows what would happen next.
And so I just stand still, now holding my breath as I watch the grin on Tristan’s face widening, his thumbs moving up and down my groin. Moving slowly, he comes for me with parted lips, taking his mouth to the wetness between my thighs.
“Oh God,” I moan as I feel his lips pressed against my pussy and, even though the fabric of my bikini is still between the two of us, it feels amazing. He sucks hard, and a pleasant warm feeling spreads from my pussy to the rest of my body, sinful flames dancing under my skin.
“You like it?” He asks me, pulling back and looking up at me.
“Like it?” I laugh, biting down on my lower lip and placing my hands on his head, my fingers tangled on his hair. “I love it,” I tell him and, with that, I pull him in me. His mouth returns to my pussy, this time with a kind of feverish hunger. He sucks on me for long seconds before pulling back again, but this time he doesn’t look up at me; instead, he keeps his eyes focused on my bikini, carefully taking his fingers to my outer thighs. There, he undoes the knots of my bikini bottom, and all I have to do is lift my ass from the edge of the pool - the moment I do that, he pulls the fabric off of my body and, when I sit back down, I’m completely naked.
I feel exposed but, at the same time, there’s a burning excitement inside of me. There’s a kind of deep intimacy when a man’s mouth is this close to your pussy, don’t you think? Sometimes I think that when a man goes down on you, it can be even more intimate than sex itself.
“Let’s see how delicious you really are,” Tristan whispers, and then he takes his mouth to my naked pussy. Reaching for my clit with the tip of his tongue, he presses down on it before running his tongue down to my inner lips. He laps at them eagerly, his tongue moving up at down at a measured pace, and then he rests one of his arms over my leg, taking two fingers to my clit. Stroking it softly, he presses his mouth against my pussy and s
tarts sucking, taking both my inner lips into his mouth and viciously attacking them with his tongue.
I run my hands through his wet hair, my eyes closed as I take shallow breaths, my chest rising and falling at an erratic pace. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and submit to the present moment, both the past and the future becoming something foreign to my brain - right now, I’ve achieved Nirvana. Forget about meditation, yoga or whatever - when it comes to achieving the joys of enlightenment, there’s nothing better than a man who knows how to use his tongue.