I bend forward and shake my ass at him.
“Bring that over here so I can spank you for being bad,’ he says.
I keep wiggling my butt as I walk backwards toward the edge of the pool. When I’m close, but still more than an arm’s length away he comes springing forward and slaps my wet ass hard with his wet hand and it stings…so good.
“Oh, I like it when I’m bad.”
“You are bad teasing me like this,” he says.
“Well if I know you’re going to spank me when I’m bad I might just have to keep teasing you,” I say.
“Tease me in some other ways…from inside the pool.”
I turn around and stand up straight.
But this time there will be no games.
“You have no clue how much I want to see that. How much I need to see that. How hard I am for you under this water.” he says.
His vocalization of how much he wants me makes me want to jump on him and ride him immediately, or get on my knees like I dreamed about back at my apartment, which seems like a lifetime ago considering where we are now.
I slowly move my panties down, but this time I don’t stop, exposing my bare pussy to him.
“Damn, you are perfect just like I knew you were,” he says. “Now bring me what’s mine.”
I step out of my panties and discard them to the side and start walking towards him like I’m a fashion model on a runway. A fashion model with no clothes or accessories that is, but that’s how strong and confident I feel, because the way he talks to me and the words he chooses tell me he likes me one hundred percent natural, just the way I am.
I strut my stuff right up to the edge of the pool and his hands come off the edge of the pool and lock onto my calves as his body rises up. He supports himself on his forearms just as his tongue finds my middle and a moan immediately escapes me.
“Oh Beau,” I whimper and he responds immediately with the type of growl you might hear from a hungry animal in the forest in the black of night.
And judging by the speed and depth with which his tongue is moving he is exactly that.
“My knees,” I say and I feel myself losing strength in my legs.
I start to fall forward and feel his grasp on my legs tighten, holding me in place straight up. Talk about unbelievable strength, especially why his attention absolutely seems to be focused on something else entirely. That something being pleasing himself while he more than pleases me.
“I want to join you in the water. Let me fall into you,” I say.
His mouth comes off my middle. “You ready now?”
“Ready,” I say.
And I feel his grip loosen but his hands remain as my body goes horizontal and suddenly I realize I’m going to face-plant, but at the last second his hands slide down my legs and onto my feet and he pushes me more forward as I extend my arms as he falls back and I fall forwards.
I dive straight into the pool, the force sending my pussy sliding across his face and as unbelievable as it sounds the friction from his skull hits me just right and I feel like I could practically fill this pool with juices of my own.
But my dive is too quick and his face rubbing my nub too short and I don’t climax.
Which is for the better.
Because there’s something I need to do first…for him and for me.
CHAPTER 8
Beau
“Hey there, tiger,” I say as she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back towards the end of the pool with the steps.
“All these compliments you keep giving me is making me feel really good about myself and more confident of what I really want.”
“What might that be?”
“To taste you,” she says and just as we reach the steps she pushes me backwards and although I could easily stop myself from “falling” backwards I play along. I like this more assertive side of her. I know she’s assertive when it comes to studying and anything she puts her mind too, I just didn’t know she’d put her mind to having me.
And I like it.
Because I’ve definitely put my mind to making her mine as well.
I lean back on the steps as she slides in and kisses me hard on the mouth as her hand grabs for my cock, finding my shaft and taking a good firm grip.
“Higher,” she says. “On the steps.”
I scoot my ass up to the top step until my entire torso is practically out of the water, except the very lower part.
And my cock, which is hard as a rock, is up and out of the water while my balls are still submerged.
She looks down at my rod and her hand slides underneath the water cupping my balls while her other hand takes my shaft.
Watching her and seeing the hunger in her eyes makes it damn near impossible for me not to finish before she even starts when I realize what she’s about to do.
But I can’t. I have to focus because I know how much she wants to wrap her warm mouth around me and claim me and that’s exactly what she does when she leans forward, licks around the base of the head of my cock and then her head slides down taking me inside her mouth.
“Oh fuck, beautiful,” I moan as my breaths shallow and my eyelids flicker.
One hand comes up and I run it through her beautiful hair, careful not to guide her or put force on the back of her head. I want her to take me how she wants to take me, and so far that’s exactly how I want to be taken too.
And I know it’s going to continue that way because seeing the pleasure on her face…hearing her sucking and popping sounds…is all the pleasure I could possibly ever want from this position.
I have to add “from this position” because there is something that could top it.
Moving my hips in rhythm with hers as I slide in and out of her before I fill her with my seed and we make our first of many children together.
There’s nothing in the world that could top that.
Except one thing…maybe. And that’s being there and holding her hand in the delivery room while our child is born. Knowing that we made a life together. Our creation. That would be hard to top, but we’re still nine months away from that moment.
And I’m sure it’s only going to be nine months because I’m going to fill her so full of my seed that it will be dripping out of her until next week, a little reminder of what we did.
But she won’t know if it’s from this time, or any of the next times, because I plan on filling her every day for the rest of my life. Keeping her belly full of my children and her heart full of my love.
Yeah, I love her. I admit it and I’m damn proud of it. It feels fucking incredible to know I finally met the one.
Thirty-six years is a long time to wait, but I would have waited thirty-six million if it meant she was the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow.
“Right there,” I say as she takes in more of me as her hand strokes my shaft at the same time as she gently cups my balls.
I watch her head moving in rhythm as her hand moves up and down with a slight twist every time applying a little extra friction and making me wonder even more what it’s going to feel like to be inside her.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I say.
“I want to take your seed in my mouth,” she says as she comes off my cock quickly to say those words before resuming her rhythm.
“Oh fuck,” I say, knowing I’m close. I want to come inside her pristine pussy for our first time, but I don’t know which way is up right now and there’s no way I can stop this moment other than finishing what she started…and what we both desperately want. And then start one of my own and tasting her sweetness.
“Your mouth feels so damn perfect. So fucking good,” I say. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna,” I say as my breath hitches. “I’m gonna,” and then my chest freezes and every muscles tightens. “Uuuh!” I moan as my cock jerks violently and my arms spasm and my toes curl as I feel complete ecstasy overtake me.
My eyes close for a few seconds but when I open them I see her l
ips still wrapped around me and I watch her throat move telling me she’s taking everything I have to give.
She does something with her tongue and suddenly another quick burst exits me as she milks me dry…but not for long.
Because I’ll never run dry for her. I’ll always have more to give no matter what. And I’m not holding back either because every time I give her anything in this life I’m going to give her my all.
In or out of the bedroom.
CHAPTER 9
Ariella
I’ve dreamed about doing things like that to him for awhile but never in a place as incredible as this and even in my dreams and daydreams I couldn’t have been prepared for his salty seed.
The speed at which his gift left him and entered my throat was more than I was ready for, but I still managed to keep my lips wrapped around him, owning him from start to finish.
And seeing him finish and his face in the few chances I got made it all worth the while. I love knowing that I was able to please him in that way and in doing so I was so close to coming on my own it was incredible.
When I first tasted him I thought I was going to release myself, but I think my focus on accepting everything he had to give, and trying to get every last drop, focused my attention and kept me from getting lost in my own head and climaxing with him in tandem.
But I think I’m super close to that right now when I feel those thick fingers of his against my triceps as he lifts me up off his cock and brings me towards him.
But suddenly he spins me over and puts me in the position I just had him.
My forearms balance me, just as his did him as his hands come up and underneath me grabbing my ass and lifting me allowing him to feast on the flesh that surrounds my opening as he kisses just round my opening.
“Oh my. Oh yes. Right there,” I moan already feeling that I’m close and his lips haven’t even touched my most sensitive parts.
But that doesn’t last for long when he kisses me smack dab in my center and then uses his tongue to part me before sliding it up and flicking my nub before dragging it back down and entering me as he rolls his tongue.
And then he blows slightly and I feel his hot breath just inside me and the insides of my legs start to quiver.
“Oh my god, Beau. Don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t but he switches things up, which would seem terrible when I just gave him the feedback that he was in the perfect spot, but as an older man I guess he really does now better as he takes my clit and sucks it into his mouth and my pleasure meter, which I thought was already maxed out, goes to another level.
He already knows me better than I know myself.
My head goes sideways. “Uh,” I moan as my ear finds my shoulder and I open my eyes and look at the most picturesque view of L.A. ever…all from up here as we’re perched in the pool of an architectural masterpiece.
Every single part of me is stimulated…physically, intellectually, and not to sound too hippyish but also spiritually.
Because I know I’ve found my soul mate and it’s not just from the way he puts his mouth on me…it’s so, so much more.
But I can’t think about that right now as he blows on my clitoral bulbs again and my shaking legs turn to spasming as I feel a wave rush over the inside of me and head straight for the center of me…
“I’m coming!” I yell as I white knuckle grip the side of the pool as my thighs clamp against the sides of his head, pinning him in place to my pussy.
“Uhhh. Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhh,” I moan and then whimper before trying to catch my breath.
I look down at him and quickly release my legs grip on him, but they’re slow to move.
Once I have them open enough I grab him and pull him to my face, holding his face in both my hands as I kiss him hard for the way he just made me feel more alive than I have ever been. And for everything he’s done for me. And for everything I know he will do for me, because I know I’m going to do everything for him too.
I feel his big arms wrap around me and he pulls me into his body, my legs wrapping around his waist as he holds me in a hug that I never want to end.
CHAPTER 10
Ariella
“Again?” I ask as we pull up to the hotel.
“And I’m going to keep on surprising you forever and ever,” he says.
“You are incredible.”
Beau said our first time shouldn’t be at Case Study House 22, better known as the Stahl House. I have to agree. We did get a little out of control there and things got hot and heavy. He said the memory of our first time shouldn’t be tied to anything else…that it should stand out on its own.
I like the way he thinks and that even though we got pretty primal at the first place, it’s better to take a step back and slow things down when it comes time for love making.
And on the way over he got a call from his team, but he just laughed and said “thanks” to his guy on the other line. When I asked him what was so funny he told me that he’d sent a crew over to clean up the mess and completely fix the apartment. They got a lot done today and would finish up tomorrow.
When I asked him what he was laughing about he told me it was because it was irrelevant because I’d never spend another second in that place except to get my things and get out.
I would be staying with him from now on, he insisted.
I appreciate the offer and I want that, but at some point I have to take a bigger step back and think if that’s the best decision.
Sure my place is a small cracker box, but still it’s a place all to myself where I can just go in my lady cave and hunker down and do some studying. That sounded really logical until he told me he had extra rooms in his house that we could devote entirely to my studying. He’d read my mind again.
We hand the keys to the valet and enter Shutters on the Beach.
I’ve read about it before because it’s a member of The Leading Hotels of the World, which is a consortium of more than three hundred and seventy-five luxury hotels and resorts in over seventy-five countries. It’s truly the crème de la crème with a Craftsman-style exterior meant to reference Southern California resorts and cottages of the 1920s. When it opened back in 1993 it was the only hotel in Santa Monica with direct beach access, and still to this day is only one of two in Los Angeles.
We started up in the hills and now we’re at the oceanside. We’ve covered L.A. from top to bottom, and I got my own bottom spanked in the process…and I liked it.
“Without looking, who designed it?” Beau asks as we head towards the elevators.
“Hill Architects,” I say.
“You’re good,” he says.
“No, you’re good,” I say and he leans in and kisses me right in the lobby in front of everyone, and that includes a few celebrities I notice in the corner and a ex-governor of California.
But none of that seems to mind Beau. He’s really just a blue-collar guy who happens to have a humongous bank account. But he’s so unassuming and down to earth and he still likes to get his hands dirty…when he’s not putting them on me that is.
“Wait, do we have a reservation? We just skipped the reception.”
“We did some work for the hotel a few years ago and the manager told me to come by anytime and she’d have a room ready for me.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“But we didn’t check in.”
“She just texted me. She’s in our room ready to meet us.”
“Us?” I say nervously.
“Of course. Who wouldn’t want to meet L.A.’s next big architect? You’re a great connection for her to make.”
“Thank you,” I say feeling my cheeks warm and I know they must be bright red, “but I think you’re being too kind.”
“Not at all. I believe in you one hundred percent…and I want you equally as much,” he says as he leans in and we kiss again.
“Do you mind if I refresh my memory in regards to the property before we meet the manager?” I ask.
“Not at all. That’s smart business and I know you’re one smart cookie,” he says putting his hand on top of my head and then running his fingers through my hair.
I lean into him and he wraps his other arm around me as I pull out my phone and quickly Google the hotel. I’m taken to the website for Condé Nast Traveler and quickly skim their review…
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