of
you.”
“You’ll get the chance, Lexa. But first, I’m
going to take care of you.” He grabbed up a natural sponge and the
liquid soap set out beside the pool. He squirted some soap onto the
sponge and moved closer to her.
He ran the sponge over her shoulder, the
surface of it rough against her skin, and the sensual scent of
Vedian jasmina combined with some woodsy fragrance followed. He
dragged the cloth down and ran it under her breasts, then his
glittering gaze locked on hers. Her lips parted.
He set to work with a determined focus,
washing her breasts, then her back and belly. As the sponge and his
hand slid lower, her breathing increased.
“You like that?”
She nodded, her voice seeming to have
deserted her. The sponge slipped between her legs. He washed her
with slow, steady strokes that made her gasp.
“Completely bare, just pretty, feminine
flesh,” he murmured. “I like it.” He kept stroking, like he was
happy to keep it up for hours.
“You have too much patience,” she said, her
voice breathy.
“A skill I’ve perfected over the years.” He
leaned down and nipped at her lips. “But you’re testing it.
Watching you—” he shook his head “—it drives me to the edge of my
control.”
She needed to even the playing field, and
she desperately wanted to touch him. “Let me touch you.” She ran
her hands over the hard planes of his chest, then leaned closer and
pressed her mouth to his flat nipple.
“Mmm.” His breathing quickened.
She let her hands drop into the water, her
nails scoring over his hard abs.
“Lexa.” A warning, a plea. “Wrap your hands
around me.”
She did, her fingers curling around his
sizable erection. He was hard, hot and smooth. She pumped him, all
the while imagining taking him inside her. She shivered.
He made a growling noise and suddenly the
sponge disappeared. Now it was only his hand exploring the folds
between her legs.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips canting
forward.
He sank a finger inside and made a guttural
noise. “So tight.”
She was moving her hips enough that the
water lapped at the edge of the pool. His thumb slid through her
slick folds until he found her clit. Now, she cried out.
“I want you to come for me.” He put more
pressure on her clit.
She stroked his cock again. “I want this
inside of me.”
“And you’ll get it, after you come on my
fingers.” He sank another finger inside her.
She felt the pleasure growing, a liquid heat
coiling low, threatening to spill over. Stars, she fought to
control the sensation, but with another clever flick, she
shattered.
Her back arched and she heard her own cry
echo off the rock walls. Before she’d come all the way back down,
he pulled his hand away and turned her. He pushed her forward until
her stomach touched the edge of the pool.
He kept the gentle pressure until she bent
forward, her breasts touching the cool rock. She writhed, the
contrast of the cool rock, the warm water and the hot touch of
Damon as he pressed up behind her overwhelming.
He shifted her body, urging her ass up and
again his fingers were touching her where she was hot and
needy.
“God, Lexa, you are so beautiful.” His other
hand shaped her buttock. “You have a Naamah?”
The implant was a new technology that
protected from pregnancy and disease. She nodded.
“Good.” The thick head of his cock nudged
her folds, then he thrust into her with one heavy slide.
She cried out, her hands clamping onto the
edge of the pool.
“That’s it.” His mouth was at her ear, his
big body covering her and his thick cock stretching her. “You feel
that, don’t you? I’ve wanted to be deep inside you for what feels
like forever.” He pulled back and thrust again.
She moaned, the sensation of him filling her
was all-consuming.
He started moving faster, his strokes
harder, firmer. “All night, Lexa. I’m going to pleasure you every
way I know how. And you’ll still want more.”
She shoved back against
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