“You’re finally home,” she said.
“Yes. I couldn’t find you.” He sat down on the edge of the pool, and she moved toward him, resting her arms on the ledge and looking up at him. He wore a pair of gray slacks and a white shirt. It seemed to be his entire wardrobe, business suits.
“Did your meeting go well?”
“It went as well as to be expected for a meeting. I wasn’t exactly in the best of moods, so I wasn’t good with negotiations. In the end, I gave an ultimatum, and left.” Kurt shrugged. “I got a call on the flight back that I’m too much of a hard ass, and they agreed.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“It’s not something you need to worry about. Randy called me. You’ve had some commission pieces offered.”
“Several actually, and more keep coming. I’m not sure. I’m not really comfortable.”
“Would you like me to come with you to a few of them? I can do my big caveman growl, and send them all off?”
“You’d do that?”
“Yes. If I wasn’t so much of a distraction I’d even stay with you.”
“What makes you think you’re a distraction?” she asked.
“Babe, I’m hot stuff. I know you can’t stand to not look at me. Your eyes are drawn to me.”
Kim moved, grabbing onto his legs and tugging.
“Then, hot stuff, come and swim with me.” She let him go, and splashed him with some water. “Come play, businessman, or is this too much for you?”
He jumped in the water, and she screamed as he charged for her.
Kim couldn’t get away as he lifted her up, and then pulled her down. They were both laughing as they broke the surface. “You’re a crazy man.”
She started to unbutton his shirt, and slide it off. Kurt began to pull down the strap of her costume, but she stopped him.
“We’re all alone. I’ve missed you.”
There was no one around. Unless they invited friends over, they were always alone on a Sunday. Removing her costume, she waited for his clothes to come away, and then she threw herself into his arms.
Kurt gripped her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto him. “Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.”
Taking his lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her pussy against his erect cock.
One week she’d been without his kisses. One week of regretting not being with him.
Kurt had broken down her icy walls and demanded that she pay attention to him. Now, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Kurt inspired her. He filled her with passion, longing, and desire.
She was in love with him, and knowing that, any doubts she once had ceased to matter. The only thing that mattered to her was him.
Reaching between them, she gripped his cock, which was already hard. Distracting him with a kiss, she found her entrance, and even as Kurt tried to pull away, she eased her pussy onto his cock.
“Babe?” Suddenly, he pushed her up against the edge of the pool, capturing her hand, and holding it above her head. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m showing you that I’m ready. I want you, Kurt, please.”
She tried to wriggle on his cock, to make him see that she wanted him, but he wouldn’t let her move. “Make love to me.”
“We’re in the pool.”
“I don’t care. I’m ready. I don’t want to stop now.”
He stared at her for several seconds. The only sound she could hear was that of their heavy breathing. Kurt didn’t move. The tip of his cock was within her, and she wanted more of hm. He released her hands and gripped her hips.
“Don’t look away from me,” he said.
****
Kim was so incredibly tight. Kurt had known she would be, but he’d not been prepared for it. Who was prepared for a tight pussy? Gripping her hips, he stared into her eyes, seeing how wide they were, and how filled with lust she was. Kim was ready for him.
He’d been ready for her for a lifetime.
Even though they were in a pool in his backyard, he intended to make it the best experience in the world.
Inch by glorious inch, he sank inside her, going deeper. When she looked to be struggling with his length, he took his time, pausing, kissing her lips. All the time, he made sure her eyes were on him. She was with him the whole time.
At the last inch, he slammed her down, and they both cried out. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, muttering the words against her lips.
“It feels so good.”
“You’re not hurting?”
“No.”
Running his hands to her ass, he rocked gently within her, feeling each spasm of her cunt around his dick. He closed his eyes, counting to ten to stop himself from coming so deep within her, so quickly.