He points his thumb to her. “She looks like that, and she has never slept with anyone else but you,” he repeats in shock. I nod.
“Josh, how in the hell do you get out of bed? I wouldn’t let her leave the bedroom.”
“Fuck off,” I snap. “Keep looking at her like that and I am going to put my cigarette out on your eyeball.”
“Getting out of bed is not without hardship I tell you,” I add dryly.
He looks down at his beer as he shakes his head. “Fucking hell man, if you blow this with her, I swear to god I am going to kill you.”
I run my hand over my face. “You and me both, now be a good flatmate and run along. I have some extra testosterone I need to get rid of.” He smiles and shakes his head as he rises from his chair. “Oh and can you move your bedroom to the west wing?” I ask. He frowns at me and I raise my eyebrows. “I don’t like it when she’s quiet,” I smile into my drink.
He smirks and nods. “Yeah sure—lucky prick.”
I watch her swim through the water in silence. Her body is calling to mine on a higher level I don’t understand. Sex with her isn’t a want, it’s a need. A need that I so desperately want. I stand and head to the main light switch and turn off the lights surrounding and inside the pool area. Bringing us into darkness and providing us with privacy. I then take my shorts off and walk around to the steps and slowly enter the water. Her eyes are locked onto mine and she slowly swims towards me. I’ve dreamt of having her here—like this. Alone with me and in the darkness. I feel the blood rush to my cock as it hardens at the feel of her approaching through the water. My neck gets tight and I crack it to release the pressure. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me, her mouth open and wanting. I can’t help it, my tongue takes over. We are perfectly sexually suited. It’s my natural nature to dominate and take over and it’s her nature to submit to me, to let me take her the way I want to. I have no control over it, I never have with her. It’s why we are so good together. Where I am hard…she is soft…and wet…and wanting…and begging to be fucked. Even when she’s not saying the words, I know what she’s thinking. I know what she needs. And at this moment, she wants my cock and she wants it hard. Our kissing turns more desperate and she runs her hands down my abdomen toward my penis and I step back and lift myself up so I am sitting on the side of the pool. She smiles and comes between my legs. I gently cradle her head as she takes me to the hilt in her perfect mouth. Oh fuck. She sucks me so good. I look down at her as her head bobs up and down in the shadows, her hands clutching my hips and running over my stomach muscles as they flex under her suction. Jesus, I’m close already. I need some…oh shit…we need to stop because I can never last long in her mouth. She’s too good, fuck…I need to come already. I pull her head back by the hair and kiss her deeply as I lower myself back into the water. I grab her legs by the ankles and bring her knees up to under my arms and I put my fingers beneath her bikini bottoms and slowly swipe them through her hot wet flesh. Her eyes close at the contact. I push into her with one finger and then two and place my hand on her behind to push her onto my fingers, giving her guidance to fuck them. She groans and starts to ride them hard, circling as she pushes down. Her eyes are dilated and she is watching my lips. I love it when she’s like this…like she will die if I don’t fill her up…so hungry for me and what I can give her. The fact that I’m the only one who has seen her like this, seen her beg for me and an orgasm, is like a fire to my libido, it’s almost too much to control. It blows my mind. She rolls her head to the side and I bite her neck hard. Our kisses turn frantic and she pulls back to rip her pants down and I smile into her neck. I turn us so that she is against the side of the pool and I lift her legs again and wrap them around my waist. With one hard thrust I’m in…Oh god, she feel so fucking good. My eyes close at the intimacy as my heart races out of control and my breathing catches. I can feel every beautiful muscle contract in that beautiful tight cunt.
“Josh,“ she whispers in a hoarse voice.
“I know precious,” I whisper. The feeling between us when we are like this is too much. Too intense. Too perfect. Unable to control it any longer I start to move into her and she groans with pleasure.
“I need…I need it harder baby,” she whispers into my ear. Fuck. So do I, but the water is between us and I can’t get any friction. I pull out and she whimpers at the loss of contact.
“Come to the spa, presh. Ride me, milk me.” Her eyes widen and she smiles and nods as I lead her through the water. I sit in the spa and she kneels over me, kissing me deeply and, if I’m correct, stalling. She’s trying to calm herself so she doesn’t come on entrance. Too fucking bad! I need what’s between her legs and I’m taking it now. I grab her hips and pull her down onto me with such force that she cries out at the brutal force of penetration. Our eyes are locked as I lift her and grind her back down, rubbing her clitoris onto my pubic bone. This is what I need…what I love. Our bodies are so in sync with each other I feel sometimes as if I am just here for the ride, my body on autopilot. My heart is racing and my breathing is laboured, as is hers. The driving urge to fuck takes me over and I start to move her harder against me and she groans a deep groan as she closes her eyes—she’s close. I can tell by the tone depth in her voice, by the way her body is trembling. Shit I’m not going to last, she just feels too good. I feel the familiar ripple of her inner muscles and I hold her still and deep and she convulses and screams into my mouth. I will never tire of this. Every time with her just gets better. Her orgasm is my green light to let go and I start to slam her down onto me, my hands on her shoulders from behind for leverage, her knees around my shoulders. Our bodies were made to fit together. Each thrust deeper than the last, her core is still rippling around me, sucking me in. Oh yes! My eyes close and I slam one…two…three more times and I explode into a mind–blowing orgasm. We stay still…panting as we try to catch our breath. This is the part that brings me to my knees every time, the aftermath. The intimate prolonged kissing and the way she looks at me, like she can see right through me. She looks at me like she loves me and is as blown away by this as I am.
“I fucking adore you precious,” I whisper into her neck as I kiss it again. She smiles her beautiful smile complete with dimples.
“That’s good because I fucking love you,” she whispers. I feel myself harden again and I just know it’s going to be one of those nights when I can’t stop.
“Saddle up, baby. We’re going for a record tonight.”
I wake feeling groggy. I haven’t drunk recently and those drinks I had last night on an empty stomach have made me feel like shit. I need a protein shake and something to eat. Natasha is draped over me and sound asleep, obviously suffering a bout of jet lag. I watch her for a minute in silence. I have never seen such a perfect woman—infuriating but perfect. I could look at her all day. I could fuck her all day. In fact, I might just do that today. My mind wanders back to her in the spa last night. Shit—she’s a hot fuck. The way she rides my cock sends me into overdrive, never have I been with someone where the chemistry is so raw and untamed. She blows my fucking mind, every goddamn time. I smile as I think of what I will have her doing when she wakes up. She can start by sucking my dick, hmm, I
feel myself getting harder at the thought of those beautiful lips surrounding my cock. I narrow my eyes as I feel my arousal grow. Yep. That’s what we are doing today. International oral sex day in the Stanton household. I stumble out of bed and throw some boxer shorts on and head downstairs to the kitchen.
“Morning, lovely,” Birgetta smiles as she kisses me on the cheek as she walks past. Birgetta has become my surrogate mum since she came to work for me five years ago.
“Morning,” I mumble in response.
“Where’s Natasha?” she asks.
“Still sleeping,” I reply.
“She’s beautiful, Josh.” I nod as I get my powder out of the cupboard and make my shake.
“She is,” I reply.
“Tell me something Joshua, how long have you known this girl?” I know where she is going with this. I blow out a breath and reply.
“Since I was nineteen and yes she’s the girl in my tattoo.” She puts her hands together under her chin as if praying and her eyes light up like the fourth of July.
“She’s the one then,” she asks nervously.
“Yes she’s the one alright,” Cam casually remarks as he walks into the kitchen and kisses Birgetta on the cheek. She slaps him away.
“I asked your brother,” she snaps and her eyes shoot back to me. I put my hands on my hips, “Yeah. She’s the one, as annoying as that is,” I sigh. She jumps up and down on the spot in excitement and Cam laughs as I slump into the breakfast stool.
“Don’t look so excited,” Cameron remarks as he slaps me on the back.
I frown and blow out a breath, “Being in love is fucking annoying Cameron, you have no idea.”