She jumped at the touch. Breathlessly, she ground her hips against my swollen cock, straining aggressively through my slacks. Her hands clawed at the material of my shirt as she attempted to release it from my belt. She succeeded. Her fingernails scratched my skin … the sweetest pain I’d ever experienced.
I released the button of my trousers, and had barely torn the zipper down when she took over. She slid her hand in to grab my cock through my briefs and fisted me … and my body became like a live electric wire.
She lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the water.
I could only stare back, a dumb beast in her thrall.
“Yes, I fucking want you,” she muttered, and leaned forward.
I’d never known her to have a dirty mouth, and this was a side of her I had waited way too long to see. She nibbled on my lower lip and licked it, the way feral, free animals did.
I couldn’t breathe as I watched her. So this was how it was, when your feelings for someone went way beyond the physical attraction. I wanted to watch her, but at the same time, I couldn’t wait to have her. She growled at me and I felt possessed. I moved, not even registering what I was doing until I found myself grabbing her by the thighs. Lifting her clean out of the water, I sat her on the tiles.
Unsmiling and just as hungrily, she stared back at me. Then she reached for the button of her shorts.
The sound of a zipper opening had never sounded so heavenly. I stared mesmerized as she pulled the material down. The world outside of us stopped existing. Only just us in this pool floated in the universe. She flung the shorts aside and was about to take that last tiny scrap of cloth off, when I stopped her.
In a strange trance, I placed her legs over my shoulders.
Her thighs shut closed in response, trapping me between her slice of heaven. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. Her scent tantalized me—no, it hypnotized me. I’d waited so long for this moment. Very gently, I pushed the tiny material apart and gazed at her sweet secret. She was shaved clean and inside her slit, pink wet flesh quivered. Dirty, dirty lust rumbled in the pit of my stomach. I reached under her ass to pull her cunt to me, and gave the slick flesh a long, slow, lick.
“Ahhh,” she moaned.
Pure ecstasy radiated through me. I fucking loved how she tasted, sweet and pure, and it made me wonder if I would ever be satiated enough. As she writhed and moaned above me, I dug my tongue into her, lapping up her juices as they flowed out. Driving my tongue between her folds, I feasted on her peachy sweetness till she almost tore my hair from my scalp. Then, and only then, did I allow myself to suck on her swollen bud, the white tip protruding out.
“Holy fuck, Levan,” she cried.
Then I felt her unravel for me. She started to pull away from me but I held her tightly and in moments, her orgasm began … a force to be reckoned with too. Like a tsunami, it destroyed her. As the torrents of deep ecstasy tore through her body, her eyes rolled up into her head, her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her body became as hard as a board. I could actually hear her heart thudding loud and fast in her chest. I stared with sheer wonder at what her euphoria had done to her.
When it was all over, her eyes closed and she went limp.
Holding her up, I lapped at her juices, licking her clean. Then I pulled her back into the water with me. Her eyes opened and I found them almost hazy, like someone who was still in shock. It made me feel possessive and protective of her.
She was mine. Forever. No man would ever see her like this but me.
Suddenly, she drove her tongue into my mouth. She was no longer holding back, her arms around my neck and one hand clawed in my hair as she kissed me wildly. Her other hand found its way down my torso, past the light dusting of hair at my groin, and grabbed my cock, this time boldly and uninhibitedly. She whispered very clearly into my ears, “Fuck me, Levan. I can’t wait another second to feel you inside me.”
“Neither can I, baby,” I replied, and tore that last scrap of white satin away.
“Very caveman,” she quipped, in an attempt to inject some humor into a situation that seemed like it was spiraling out of control, but both of us knew, humor couldn’t contain this. This was beyond anything either of us had known or felt, or even expected from the other. This was pure madness. A beautiful madness.