“Okay,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the chest that had rippled across a million screens in glorious Technicolor. “Here I am. Abs, chest, biceps, triceps. You want to feel them?”
He bent close to her. She put a palm to the hard, flat surface of his skin and nodded, impressed.
“Now get in the Jacuzzi.”
“You haven’t finished.”
“I show you mine when you’ve shown me yours.”
Jas sighed.
“That’s very immature, Ajay. And not at all romantic.”
“Oh, you want romantic? Well, how about you get those knickers off before I rip them off you. Is that better?”
“That’s terrible!” But Jas was unfastening her bra clips, mesmerised by the power of Ajay’s brooding attention.
He licked his lips, eyes fixed on her generous breasts with their full, brown nipples.
“I can’t…” she said hesitantly.
“Oh yes you can.” He pulled her up, peeled off the knickers in one swift move, picked her up, kissed her soundly then dropped her into the Jacuzzi with an almighty splash. Drops of the water drenched his bare chest and loose trousers, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he grinned down at a spluttering, flapping Jas.
“How dare you!” she squealed, blinking water out of her eyes, thankful for the waterproof mascara in which she had drowned her lashes earlier.
“I couldn’t help myself. Now, get ready.”
The loose trousers fell to the ground, revealing a curving cock, teased to perfect hardness.
I did that to Ajay Amir, thought Jas, lying back into the bubbling jets, enjoying the pressure all over her body.
He stepped down from the ledge onto the seat, his magnificent body rising from the swirling foam.
“Wow,” said Jas. “That would make such a great movie poster. You standing there, stark naked, knee-deep in Jacuzzi bubbles.”
“I think you’d make a better one,” he said, sitting beside her so he was covered up to his chest, a gold medallion lying flat against the damp expanse. “Or perhaps the two of us, kissing in the fountains. Like this.”
He pulled her onto his lap and added his tongue to the stimulating pressures that surrounded her, burying it deep inside her mouth, his cock pressed to her naked bottom.
Jas felt the breath drain from her body until she wished she could have gills, like a fish, and swim inside the kiss without worrying about dull stuff like respiration. When Ajay let her go, it was only to move his lips down to her neck, licking and nipping while he began an underwater quest to explore every inch of her with his large hands.
His touch was confident, and Jas felt as if the bubbles outside her body had somehow transferred inside, welling up to a pitch of foamy excitement that would soon burst out of her. It was too soon for that! She ought to slow him down.
“Champagne?” she gasped, reaching blindly for the glasses.
“Mmm.” Ajay lifted his head and took a flute, sipping it before diving unexpectedly onto Jas’ mouth, parting hers with his tongue and letting the fizz trickle through her lips.
The intimacy of it undid her and she lost all power to resist him, letting him touch her anywhere and everywhere until he had traced the outline of her breasts and her belly and was heading lower.
“I’ve had enough champagne,” she whispered. “Enough bubbles. Can we get out now?”
“The only way you’re getting out of here,” he replied, interspersing his words with soft kisses across her face, “is by saying you’re ready for bed.”
“I’m ready for bed.”
Chapter Three
“Okay.” Ajay took the champagne glass from Jas’ shaking hand and set it aside, then he stood, lifting her into his arms.