mound.
Some minute shifts and with his index and middle fingers, he opened her up right over the jet of water, nudging her pelvis forward with his hips. And it was as if he’d thrown a switch, turning her on.
She stiffened and moaned on an intake of breath. “Oh!” she whispered as he held her so her clitoris was right over the spout of bubbling water.
She hummed; there was no other word for it. Stefano watched, fascinated, as she took her pleasure.
His forked fingers kept her open while his other hand smoothed its way up to her breast, stroking that silky skin. Her long neck tilted and he bent to kiss behind her ear, then nibble his way down to her shoulder. She jerked when he bit her lightly exactly where the neck joined the shoulder.
Oh God, every sense was so alive . The splash of water from fountains at the other end of the pool mixed with their breathing, growing heavier and heavier as she approached climax. His excitement rose with and matched hers. He could smell her skin and the laurel hedges and faint whiffs of roses that must have been around the corner. He couldn’t see them but he could smell them.
Jamie tasted and felt so fucking delicious . He licked the skin behind her ear again and felt her uncontrollable response, a shuddering ripple running through her that he felt against the palms of his hands.
And the sight—that was the very best. She was dappled in the clear, sun-bright water. He nudged her hips forward so he could see just a trace of the tender pink flesh opened by his fingers and the lines of the water jet stroking her just there. The stippled reflections over her pale skin make it look as if she were wearing jewelry all over her body.
Stefano kissed her ear, tasting the lobe, nibbling while he nudged her even closer to the jet, and that set her off. He slid his middle finger inside her and could feel the exact moment of her climax as she moaned and jerked and clenched, the flesh suddenly hotter and silkier.
There was no way to resist. He didn’t even think about it—he who had been nothing but a walking brain for the past several years. He entered her because it was unthinkable not to; entered her just as her climax was dying down. In the cool water, it was like sticking his cock straight into a wet furnace. God.
When he slid in , he could feel the shudders and spasms speed up again and there he was—fully inside her, and he didn’t even have to move because she was moving around him, clenching in excited little pulls.
Her legs had gone weak but that was okay, he was holding her around the waist with one hand, clutching the edge of the pool with the other, holding on for both of them because just the feeling of her cunt milking him set him off.
That’s right—Mr. Stamina, the man who had to ensure he didn’t make his partners sore, started coming as soon as he entered this woman, so excited he couldn’t last a second longer. Just like a fucking teenager.
He held her against him and simply let go, releasing into her in strong pulses that felt like jolts of electricity as he came and came and came, shuddering and moaning. If they hadn’t been at the shallow end of the pool he’d have drowned them both, holding onto her tightly, sinking like a climaxing stone to the bottom.
He rested against her back when the last of the pulses stopped, heart racing, panting next to her ear. Her head had dropped back to his shoulder and when he was finally able to open his eyes he could see a foreshortened view of her face, like those Renaissance masterpieces of perspective his art history teacher had tried to drum into his head. Smooth, pale brow, ridiculously long eyelashes against a high cheekbone narrowing to a pointed chin. He could barely see the small dent in it.
She was so still she could be dead if he hadn’t felt her heart racing against his hand.
She stirred, opened her eyes, looked around as if dazed.
There was a faint chime in the distance.
“Oh God,” Jamie moaned. “I
Some minute shifts and with his index and middle fingers, he opened her up right over the jet of water, nudging her pelvis forward with his hips. And it was as if he’d thrown a switch, turning her on.
She stiffened and moaned on an intake of breath. “Oh!” she whispered as he held her so her clitoris was right over the spout of bubbling water.
She hummed; there was no other word for it. Stefano watched, fascinated, as she took her pleasure.
His forked fingers kept her open while his other hand smoothed its way up to her breast, stroking that silky skin. Her long neck tilted and he bent to kiss behind her ear, then nibble his way down to her shoulder. She jerked when he bit her lightly exactly where the neck joined the shoulder.
Oh God, every sense was so alive . The splash of water from fountains at the other end of the pool mixed with their breathing, growing heavier and heavier as she approached climax. His excitement rose with and matched hers. He could smell her skin and the laurel hedges and faint whiffs of roses that must have been around the corner. He couldn’t see them but he could smell them.
Jamie tasted and felt so fucking delicious . He licked the skin behind her ear again and felt her uncontrollable response, a shuddering ripple running through her that he felt against the palms of his hands.
And the sight—that was the very best. She was dappled in the clear, sun-bright water. He nudged her hips forward so he could see just a trace of the tender pink flesh opened by his fingers and the lines of the water jet stroking her just there. The stippled reflections over her pale skin make it look as if she were wearing jewelry all over her body.
Stefano kissed her ear, tasting the lobe, nibbling while he nudged her even closer to the jet, and that set her off. He slid his middle finger inside her and could feel the exact moment of her climax as she moaned and jerked and clenched, the flesh suddenly hotter and silkier.
There was no way to resist. He didn’t even think about it—he who had been nothing but a walking brain for the past several years. He entered her because it was unthinkable not to; entered her just as her climax was dying down. In the cool water, it was like sticking his cock straight into a wet furnace. God.
When he slid in , he could feel the shudders and spasms speed up again and there he was—fully inside her, and he didn’t even have to move because she was moving around him, clenching in excited little pulls.
Her legs had gone weak but that was okay, he was holding her around the waist with one hand, clutching the edge of the pool with the other, holding on for both of them because just the feeling of her cunt milking him set him off.
That’s right—Mr. Stamina, the man who had to ensure he didn’t make his partners sore, started coming as soon as he entered this woman, so excited he couldn’t last a second longer. Just like a fucking teenager.
He held her against him and simply let go, releasing into her in strong pulses that felt like jolts of electricity as he came and came and came, shuddering and moaning. If they hadn’t been at the shallow end of the pool he’d have drowned them both, holding onto her tightly, sinking like a climaxing stone to the bottom.
He rested against her back when the last of the pulses stopped, heart racing, panting next to her ear. Her head had dropped back to his shoulder and when he was finally able to open his eyes he could see a foreshortened view of her face, like those Renaissance masterpieces of perspective his art history teacher had tried to drum into his head. Smooth, pale brow, ridiculously long eyelashes against a high cheekbone narrowing to a pointed chin. He could barely see the small dent in it.
She was so still she could be dead if he hadn’t felt her heart racing against his hand.
She stirred, opened her eyes, looked around as if dazed.
There was a faint chime in the distance.
“Oh God,” Jamie moaned. “I
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