Never Did Get To The Pool, Part II
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Simon turned off the shower and stepped out, pulling a warm towel from the rail. He turned to me and told me to put a foot up on the edge of the bathtub. I did as he said, lost as to what he was planning. Without a word, he began to dry me off, moving gently and slowly up my leg. I switched feet at his request, and watched as he patiently worked his way up again, moisture still glistening and beading on his own skin. For an instant, I felt the skin of his fingertips brush against my inner thigh – then he took my hand as I stepped out and onto the bathroom floor. His arms wrapped around me and draped me in the towel, his hands pushing it up and down my body. He was pressed against me now, my belly and breasts separated from his torso only by that single layer, our body heat drying us both at once.
After what felt like an eternity, his mouth found mine and he parted my lips with his tongue. The towel fell to the floor, and I felt his hands under my ass, lifting me into the air as we kissed. I swung my legs around him and hooked my feet together, using what little leverage I had to push myself against his cock as he squeezed my butt cheeks. Without hesitating, he walked into the bedroom with me wrapped around him and climbed onto the bed, laying me down and grinding hard against my soaking cunt. I gasped from the pleasure and he broke off our kiss to grin at me, knowing he was driving me wild. His lips moved down to my neck, then kept going, marking a trail of barely-there saliva marks across my tits and down my belly.
For a beautiful instant, I was certain he was going to bury his tongue inside me, but then I felt his hot breath and the tip of his tongue right at the top of my inside thigh. He was teasing me! I could barely hold it together as he kissed and licked every millimetre of my crotch except where I wanted him to. I couldn’t bear it for long; after barely thirty seconds, I grabbed his head and jammed his face as hard as I could into my cunt.
Immediately, I could feel his tongue against my clit, rolling back and forth as he pushed my legs further apart with his hands. I felt the unexpected softness of his facial hair against my skin, and pushed his head still harder against me. This time, he didn’t bother building up pace; I was already incredibly wound up, and he tongued my clit and my cunt relentlessly while I moaned louder and louder. I’d wanted this for years, fantasised about it, and now it was happening and it was even more intense than I’d dreamed. When my orgasm came, I ground hard against his face and howled, like I was claiming what I’d conquered.
I lay back in the bed, limp, all my muscles spent from the intensity of my orgasm. He brought his face to mine, that sly grin on his face again. In that moment, I wanted him to lose control, to fuck me without that infuriating, gorgeous smile. I rolled over onto my belly, as if I was ignoring him. There was a fantasy I’d had since the first day I’d met him, and I was going to fulfil it before I got out of this bed. I turned my head to look back at him and flashed my own version of that grin.
“Sorry, Simon, but I’m too tired for any more action. I’m no good for anything now except lying here and taking it. How about you climb on top of me and fuck me from behind?”
I could see in his eyes that there would be no more grinning now, that I’d managed to crack that infernal self-control of his. He didn’t even speak, just got on top of me and pushed his arm under me and across my chest to grope my tits. I felt the tip of his cock push against my cunt, first gently, then harder as he slid inside me. I was soaked. His face appeared in front of mine; he kissed me as hard as he could, right on the edge of roughness. There was something animalistic about him, and I couldn’t believe how hot it was. He started to thrust into me, his crotch banging against my ass, his legs pinning mine together, his hand on my tit, his tongue still in my mouth. With every thrust I could feel him getting more urgent, all the sly grinning and the careful stroking gone. All he could think about now was how hard he wanted to unload inside me, how he wanted to possess every inch of me, how he wanted so badly to make me feel utterly owned and dominated. It was the antithesis of that careful and ever-polite Simon I’d wanted to crack for so many years, and now I had exactly what I wanted. I felt the shudder of another orgasm at this realisation, and then Simon broke off his furious, hungry kissing. I could feel him pressing himself into me as he gasped, could feel him climax and shudder, every part of him lost to that moment of perfection. He collapsed against me, his breathing hard and ragged, his weight almost uncomfortable for a moment before he slid off to the side. I turned to him and smiled; he was so spent he couldn’t even manage to smile back. He’d never been more attractive to me.
“Well, Simon, I hope you’re happy. I didn’t even get to go to the pool, and now we have to be down for dinner in half an hour. How are you going to make it up to me?”
He managed a grin again.
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