He pulled back. “Come take a shower with me in the pool house,” he groaned.
I squeezed my eyes shut as my entire body heated from his words.
“Please let me make you come. I want to see you come. It was dark that night we were together.”
I buried my face in his neck as my pussy screamed yes, yes, yes!
I unwound myself from him and swam back toward the shallow end. I heard him following behind me. I headed for the pool house, giving my hips an extra little swish to them. He moved in front of me and punched in a key-code, so the door unlocked.
He took my hand and led me into the bathroom. The shower looked like something out of the movies. There were two shower heads on opposite walls and one that came down from the ceiling.
He turned them on and got the water temperature up.
I watched him as he moved toward me. He put his hands on my hips and moved me further into the giant bathroom. He turned me around, so I was facing the mirror. He unhooked the latch of my bikini top and gently slid the straps down my shoulders, peeling the material away from my damp skin. I watched him carefully as he revealed my breasts hanging heavy with need. My nipples were hard from the cool air and from his gaze. He dropped the top with a wet flop onto the tile floor.
His hands caressed my sides. I always cringed when someone touched my rolls of flesh. I’d learned to hold my head high when I was showing parts of my body that weren’t always looked upon in a good light. But being touched was always so much harder as if they would see more of my flaws with touch. His hands moved over my stomach and then he cupped my breasts. I let my head roll back and rest against his touch, still watching him, but relaxing into his hands.
“This is such a bad idea, Davenport,” I murmured.
“You’re just saying that because you think it’s all going to turn to shit again.” He laid soft kisses along my shoulder as he massaged my breasts, his fingers gently toying with my nipples sending ripples of delight through me. I’d expected a frenzied session of orgasms. This slow seduction of my body was completely uncalled for. But I wouldn’t ask him to stop. Not the way I was thrumming with need.
I wanted him to go slow and enjoy it like it might be the only time he could have me.
His hands went to the waistband of my swimsuit bottoms. I couldn’t tell what he was planning on doing. I just held my breath in anticipation. He hooked his fingers into the material and pulled them down my legs. As he knelt behind me, I felt a sharp sting against my ass.
“Did you just bite me?”
He chuckled. “Your ass is completely bite-able.”
He pushed me around so I was facing him, and then he lifted my leg, opening me up to him. I swallowed hard around the lump of desire and fear in my throat. I watched him looking at me. He was right about that night. There hadn’t been much to see. And no one had ever just looked at me. If it hadn’t been for his hooded eyes and hungry expression, I would’ve pulled away.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
And then suddenly his mouth was on my pussy. His tongue dipped between my folds and immediately found my clit. My legs went wobbly. He gripped my hips so I wouldn’t fall, but he didn’t stop eating me out.
I’d imagined a thousand times someone going down on me. Sometimes it was just my celebrity crush of the moment, but often it had been him. He’d talked about eating me out so often when we were at camp. But he never actually managed to get to it before everything went to hell.
My imagination didn’t know shit about what it would really feel like. And now my fingers were never going to be enough when I wanted to feel like this.
He groaned against my flesh and his fingers dug into my skin as if I was causing him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
I ran my hand over his head and then pushed my fingers through his sandy blond hair. My hips rocked on their own accord. I wanted to find the bliss he’d been promising me. We hadn’t even gotten into the shower and I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep standing.
And then he took my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. I cried out, “Christopher!”
I was coming hard on his face. I jerked against him as my fingers dug into his head, holding him there.
He continued to lick and lap at me as body jerked and clenched through my orgasm until finally, I slumped against the counter.
“Holy hell, Chris.”
He traveled up my body, leaving kisses everywhere as he went. When his mouth landed on mine, I groaned.
I thought it should bother me, tasting myself on him, but it didn’t. It only made me want more. He tugged off his shorts and then pulled me into the shower. The hot water beating down on my skin felt great. But not as amazing as his hands did.
He pulled me into his arms and he just kissed me under the waterfall of the shower heads coming at us from three different directions.
I could feel his cock between us, hard and pulsing against my stomach. I broke the kiss and looked down. My eyes widened.
“Holy fuck. Is that what you used the night we were together? No wonder I was so fucking sore.”
He chuckled. “Trust me, you’ll enjoy it again.”
I wrapped my hands around it and stroked him very gently.
“Well you’ll enjoy it again if I don’t come right now.” He gripped my wrist and pulled me away from his dick.
I lowered myself to my knees. “Maybe you should teach me how to give you a blow job.”
“Fuck.” He looked down at me with wide eyes. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to.”
I wrapped my hand around him again and then I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock lapping up the small bit of come on his tip. It was salty and hot.
“Fuck.”
I drew him into my mouth as far as I felt like I could go and then sucked and pulled back. I’d watched enough porn and understood the basic idea of why oral would feel so good for a guy, but the mechanics of it were a bit intimidating. Chris had clearly worked on his oral skills, because my pussy was still dripping with want. I wanted to make him feel just as good.
Chris knotted his hand in my hair and then guided me gently. I could feel the tension in his thighs. My hand slid around to his ass, gripping him, holding him close as I bobbed up and down on his dick. His moans indicated I wasn’t doing too bad of a job.
He thrust his hips and when he met resistance his fingers gave me a little more pressure. “Swallow, Cin.”
I did and he went deeper. My eyes watered from how full everything felt, but I didn’t back off. I wanted to learn, and I really liked feeling like I had power of him. I was giving him pleasure.
He pulled out and then did it again. This time I swallowed without being prompted to. And then he held me taking over control of my head as he fucked my mouth. My pussy throbbed as he grunted and growled through his pleasure. He was chanting my name over and over again. I was gripping his ass with both hands now, focusing on keeping my mouth wide and sucking on him at the same time.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit. I wanted to come when he did.
“I can’t wait to bury my dick to the hilt in that tight cunt of yours.”
My pussy clenched and I moaned against his dick.
That must’ve pushed him over the edge. He roared and thrust deep into my mouth and then I felt the hot come hitting the back of my throat. I sucked him dry and then slowly he pulled away from me. He slumped against the tile wall for a moment.
He noted that my hand was still between my legs. “Fucking hell.” He watched me with fire burning in his eyes. “Fuck yourself, Cin. I want to see you come again.”
I felt like I should’ve been embarrassed, getting caught touching myself. But I wanted to get off, so my fingers kept moving over my clit and then I plunged a couple of fingers inside of me.
“Come, Cin. Come all over your hand.”
My breath hitched in my throat. One more flick over my cli
t and my body seized with another climax. Heat warmed my cheeks as I blushed.
“That was fucking hot. I’ve never seen a woman do that.”
That gave me a little bit of pride. I was glad that I’d been able to do something that another woman hadn’t.
I got back onto my feet and dipped my head back under the water. Chris grabbed one of the many bottles of shampoo and poured some into his hand and then rotated his index finger. I turned around and let him massage the shampoo into my hair.
Never in my life had anyone ever done such a thing for me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him taking care of me. Chris had never been as selfish as people assumed he was just because his family came from money.
I hated thinking about the woman he’d first done this for. He pulled me back under the water to rinse the shampoo. He repeated with conditioner. And then he grabbed a washcloth, working it up into a lather with body wash. He ran the cloth over my body, careful to take care of me. He even washed between my legs, which did nothing to quell my desire for him.
Once we were both clean, we got out of the shower. He grabbed a large fluffy towel and dried me off and then handed the towel to me to wrap around myself.
“Not that I want to encourage you to wear anything. But I’m sure you’d like to get back to your room with some sort of dignity.”
I chuckled. “I appreciate you thinking of me.” I noted that he was still hard which just blew my mind. Was it really because of me, or was he just horny? “I thought we were going to…” I nodded at his cock.
He smirked. “As much as I would love to take you to bed and keep you there, you have work to do and if I stand in the way of that, you’re going to get mad at me and not let me touch you again.” His hand slid around the back of my neck and his thumb pushed my chin up, so I was looking at him. “And if I don’t touch you again, I’m going to go out of my fucking mind.”
I swallowed, the desire in his eyes completely overwhelming me. “You’re saying you want this to happen again?”
“As much as possible, without getting in the way of your deadline.”
This was a bad idea. But I wasn’t sure if I cared. I felt more relaxed than I had in days. And frankly I was tired of denying myself. It didn’t have to be marriage and babies. I could have some fun sexy time while I worked hard for my dreams. Why couldn’t I have both?
I headed for the door of the pool house and back into the main house. I didn’t answer Chris, but I was pretty sure from his shit-eating grin he knew I wouldn’t deny him anymore. I quickly got dressed, did my hair, and went back to the sewing room to find Sofia.
“There you are. You ready to get back to work?”
I grinned. “Let’s do it.”
* * *
It was after midnight before we finally decided to call it quits. I went back to my room, wondering if I would catch a glimpse of Chris wandering the halls. He’d made good on his promise to keep his distance while we were working.
But now I wanted to see him again.
Which was stupid.
I’d told him I didn’t want him distracting me, and so he listening to me. I should’ve been grateful.
So, why couldn’t I get him out of my head?
I opened my door, not bothering to turn on the light. I pulled off my clothes as I went and flopped down onto the bed.
A second later the light went on.
I froze.
Chris was sitting with his back resting against the headboard.
I was in nothing but a pair of panties and my tank top. I blinked at him, wondering if I’d already fallen asleep and slipped right into dreamland.
“Chris?”
He grinned. “Hi.”
“What are you doing in here?”
“I figured I would take a chance.”
“And what did you hope to accomplish with this chance?”
“Well you’re already half naked, so I feel like I’ve won.”
I pushed myself up, so I was facing him. “I’m exhausted.”
“I bet. You just worked like twelve straight hours. The only reason why the two of you ate is because I ordered food for you.”
“Thank you for that, by the way. Who knew you were such a nurturer?”
“Not me. I don’t think I’ve ever taken care of anyone but myself.”
“I figured this was your whole routine when you’re with a woman. Shampoo their hair, give them endless orgasms, and make sure they eat.”
“Nope. You forgot about the lattes.”
“The lattes are my favorite thing you do. Who know you’d make such an awesome barista? I especially loved the one you made a heart in the foam.”
He grinned. “I was pretty proud of that one. I took a picture.” He slid down and pulled me into his arms, so I was laying with him. He held me possessively, making sure I was plastered against his body. “We don’t have to do anything, but I really wanted to spend time with you.”
“You’re making this more than sex?”
“I thought the lattes made that pretty clear.”
I couldn’t help but smile more. He liked me. Even in all my craziness and mixed signals, he seemed really happy to just be with me. That was a completely new sensation for me. One I didn’t understand.
“You don’t want to have sex?”
He pressed his erection into my ass and ground against me. “It seems that I’m just going to have to get used to walking around with a hard-on. The second you walked into your room stripping off clothes, I was ready to bend you over the bed and fuck you hard and fast. But I like laying here with you too.”
My eyes grew heavy as I wrapped up in the warm cocoon with him. His breath was warm against the back of my neck. He reached back and the room was plunged in darkness once again.
“Sleep, Cin. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I wanted to argue with him. Having sex should’ve been the first thing I wanted to do with him, but it was really nice having him hold me while I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
It was hot. The room was spinning as Christopher pulled my clothes off and started fucking me roughly in a bed I didn’t quite recognize. My body felt like I was on fire. And then there were fireworks in the night sky.
Somehow, I knew I was dreaming, but I didn’t care. I wanted it to last forever. I felt so cared for and I knew the orgasm was going to be great.
Except, I couldn’t seem to get there.
I rocked my hips roughly trying to get him to the right spot. I wanted the flood of relief that came with an orgasm, knowing you’d found the right spot.
As the world came into focus, I realized I wasn’t outside, and Chris wasn’t fucking me. At lease not with his cock. A pair of strong hands held my thighs wide open.
I tapped the touch-lamp, flooding the bed with dim light.
Chris licked and lapped at my center like a man possessed. I groaned through the sleepiness that was quickly fading and being replaced with lust.
“Chris,” I groaned.
“I couldn’t help it. You were dry humping me and when I felt between your legs how wet you were, I wanted to taste you again.”
“Don’t stop.”
He grinned and dove back between my legs. I arched and thrust my hips up to meet his mouth. How long he’d been eating me out was unclear, but I was almost ready to come all over his face.
“Fuck you taste good,” he growled against my thigh.
He pushed a finger inside of me and then flicked his tongue against my clit as he pumped his finger in and out of me. He added a second finger and his motions grew faster.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Chris, I need you inside me.”
He moaned against my clit as he kept working me over. I wanted to come but I also wanted him there with me. I’d never been woken up in such a fashion, but I was quickly becoming a fan.
“Oh god.”
“Come for me, Cin.”
His ministrations grew faster and harder. I lifted my hips
off the bed needing to find that release. It hit me and I cried out his name as I thrust hard against his hand. My eyes met his as he watched me come undone.
“You’re beautiful.”
The awe in his voice surprised me.
I fell back to the mattress and lay there panting. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up. What time is it?” I asked breathlessly.
“Around three. What the hell were you dreaming about?”
I smirked. “You.”
He crawled up my body. He seemed to have lost all his clothing. And I was naked from the waist down, my tank top pushed high, exposing my breasts. He settled between my legs, stretching over me until we were nose to nose. “I could eat you out for days.”
“I’m pretty sure I would get nothing done if you did that.”
“Maybe after you win this awesome fashion show, we can spend a weekend doing just that.”
My thighs squeezed his hips. “I’m not sure you realize how insatiable I can be when I have a craving.”
“I would love to find out.”
He rocked his hips painfully slow, his cock sliding between my folds. My hips jerked as he glided over my sensitive clit.
“Sorry I woke you up,” I muttered, feeling a little exposed.
“Don’t ever be sorry for having a sex dream about me. Especially when it ends up with such a happy ending.”
“Chris, I’m not sure I can do this whole sex without strings or sex with no idea what the future holds for me.”
“I’m happy just getting you off…for now.”
“I’m not. I’m always sad when we don’t come together.”
“We will, Cin, we will. Don’t worry about it.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips. “I’m scared, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to fuck me.”
His eyes burned with desire. “Don’t tease.”
“I don’t want to tease.” I rocked up into his cock.
He closed his eyes as his shaft grew wetter from sliding through my last climax.
“I’m going to take you in about ten seconds, if you don’t stop that.”
I blinked at him. Now was my chance to put up that barrier I so badly needed. But I didn’t want to. We were right here. He was right where I needed him.
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