Page 131 of Swim To Me

I pant, my hips bucking, as Grey slips his middle finger inside, quickly followed by his ring finger. Wasting no time, hecrooks them, hitting the spongy spot against my front wall that I never seemed able to reach before I met him.

My nails dig into Grey’s shoulders, my head tipping back when he ghosts the pad of his thumb over my pulsing clit.

“Fuckkk…”

“Touch your tits for me, gorgeous.”

My eyes are heavy with the strength of the balloon growing in my lower stomach, but I don’t close them, wanting to see every inch of Grey.

I cup my heavy breasts, kneading and shoving my boobs together, until Grey’s own eyes gloss over, watching the deep line of my cleavage. I wonder if he’s remembering that time a few months back, when he slotted his cock between my oiled tits and—

Plucking at my nipples until the flesh lifts, I feel the heat of my pending orgasm coil around my lower back and across my thighs. It’s almost ridiculous how quick Grey can get me there, having learnt every nook and crevice of my body, every small detail to key me up and push me over the edge in just a few minutes. But I’m not complaining.

Water sloshes around us, hitting the sides of the pool loudly, in time with the way I hump against Grey’s hand, screwing my eyes shut only when I can’t take the intensity of his stare, or my climax, much longer.

“Grey, I’m–I’mcoming.”

I feel my walls contract around his fingers, my body urging him to go deeper, to keep him there inside of me.

Grey continues to lightly circle my clit while my walls flutter, honey sweet praises dripping from his tongue, prolonging my orgasm until I dip my own hand under the water to push his away from my sensitive core.

I’ve barely stopped twitching before he’s grabbing me by my waist, lifting me up out of the water and back onto the poolside. The concrete is hot on my skin, in contrast to the cool water droplets still sliding down my legs and turning the stone concrete beneath me a darker colour.

“Lie back, Delilah,” Grey commands.

I’m putty in his talented hands. Lying back fully, bathing in the hot sun, I watch him pull himself out of the water, the veins in his arms straining with his weight.

My pussy clenches again greedily.

I get a glimpse of his swim shorts straining tightly over his cock before he’s on me, shoving down said shorts and untying the strings on the sides of my hips which are holding my bikini up.

Small stones dig into my back, grazing my skin as Grey wraps his arms around my lower body, spreading me for him and pulling my legs to drape over his muscled thighs.

But the pain disappears into the background when Grey’s eyes fix on my bare core, my flesh probably pink and puffy from his fingers and the orgasm he pulled from me, and his thumb is running back along the seam of me making me shiver and—

Grey notches himself at my swollen entrance, pushing inside, further and further and further until our hips kiss.

I don’t know if it’s this position – the back of my head pressing into the concrete, my back arched, pelvis up high – or my swollen core adding extra sensation, but I feel like I’m fucking choking on his cock from the inside out.

Grey holds himself taught, his body thrumming against mine like a live wire. “Say that again, gorgeous, and I’m going to fucking blow like a teenager before I’ve even moved.”

He laughs lowly, deeply and I can’t help but tremble beneath him, realising I must have said that part out loud.

Grey moves then, pulling out and pushing back inside me, harder each time. He starts an unrelenting, punishing pace, my body being moved along the concrete pool side with each thrust.

“So fucking tight,” Grey groans, fingers creating indents in my soft hips. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy until you’re dripping of me…”

I moan helplessly, my hands scrambling either side of me, squeezing at my bouncing breasts again, sliding into my hair, pulling at the strands, salt laden from our time at the beach yesterday. The balloon in my stomach fills up again, threatening to burst.

Grabbing at my arse, Grey pulls my body down to meet his upwards thrusts, leaning over me to hide his face into the safe space between my shoulder and neck.

His breathing is laboured in my ear, the audible sound of his pleasure caused by me and my body, sending me to dizzying new heights.

“Delilah…shit.” Grey curls a palm under my skull, protecting me from pressing my head any further into the solid ground.

I slip my fingers between our moving bodies to touch myself, whining at the first pass over my hard bud.

I circle my clit three more times before I fall apart beneath the hot Spanish sun, feeling Grey’s thrusts stutter, his pace growing sloppy before he spills himself inside of me with a strangled groan of my name.

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