James increased the tempo and pressure until Melanie was on
the edge of her orgasm, chasing it, pushing her hips back against his
mouth. And he stopped.
Melanie whined.
“Why’d you stop?”
“It’s just for a second,” he said. “I’ll be right back. No touching yourself.”
Melanie grunted and splashed water at him.
James got out of the pool and jogged to the slider and into
the house, his member erect and bobbing.
He emerged a minute later with the package of condoms from the
nightstand and two towels. He put the
towels at the top of the stairs, then tore one of the condom wrappers open with
his teeth and rolled the condom on. He
came back to Melanie and resumed where he’d left off.
It only took a few minutes before Melanie was again ready to
come, and once again, James stopped.
“Come here,” he
said. He took her beer from her, pulled
her from the raft and led her to the edge of the pool. He positioned her on all fours with her knees
in the water and her elbows resting on the towels he’d left on the deck. He continued playing with her, running one
hand over her slit as his other hand ran up and down her arched back.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
He put himself at her opening and waited. The anticipation was too much for her and she
pushed back. James grunted with
satisfaction. He moved in long strokes
so that the head escaped her completely on each stroke, and she whined each
time it did.
“You want me to stay in?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to stay in.”
And with that, he grabbed her by the hips and thrust once,
deep and hard, holding the head against her cervix. She cried out, and then waited.
“You look so beautiful in the sun,” he said.
Ten seconds went by.
James caressed her back and then returned his hands to her hips. He thrust again. This time Melanie moaned. Eight seconds went by. Again he thrust hard. Six seconds.
Again. Four seconds went by. Again.
Two seconds. Again. And then he was giving it to her, the water
around them churning as he pulled her into him, skin slapping wetly against
skin.
Melanie moaned and lowered her head to the towel. She could feel her knees starting to chafe
against the step, but she was very close to coming. She reached between her legs and before she
could touch herself James grabbed her elbow and pulled her arm back—not to the
point of hurting her, but close.
“Babe…” she whined.
“No touching yourself.
I’ll get you there.”
“Ok. Let go of my
arm.”
James didn’t say anything, and he didn’t let go of her
arm. His stroke slowed slightly. Melanie started to push herself up so she
could turn and look at him, but he pushed her head back down to the towel.
He leaned over her so that his chest was pressed against her
back. “Do you trust me?”
“I think so. What are
you doing?”
“Just trust me, ok?”
“Ok.” Melanie had no
intention of trusting him if this got out of hand. But so far nothing had been painful except
the chafing on her knees, so she gave him a little leeway.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.
Melanie hummed.
James started thrusting again and Melanie’s body started
reacting. It appeared she would be able
to get there without touching herself, and she was beyond ready for it.
James wrapped her hair around his free hand and held it
against the back of her head. He was
thrusting hard and strong and panting into her ear. Melanie was moaning more with each stroke and
trying not to be loud enough that the neighbors would hear if they were out in
their yards.
James whispered, “We’re being watched.”
* * *
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Stay Sexy!
— T.A.
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