Page 88 of Never Enough

He returned to his napping position, eyes closed, and answered as nonchalantly as he could, “Tiny, I have strange habits, I know. But I knew you were special the moment you fell into my arms. It seemed wrong, for some reason, to do that with anyone else.”

The deck was silent for several minutes. Then, he heard her get up from her chair and the rustle of clothing as she shimmied out of her skirt. He looked through the barely open slits of his eyes as she took the few steps to the pool’s edge. Mentally, he groaned as his dick took notice of her svelte body before she dove into the water.

The bottom of the bikini is worse than the top. Fucking thing ties around her hips, and her ass is barely covered, with her cheeks just teasing out at the legs. Not an opportune time for a hard-on. But do I give a shit? No. Am I going to take advantage of that? Hell yes.

He rose from the chair, shucked his T-shirt, and dropped it on the chair, then followed her into the pool. When he came up from the short dive, she was at the far end, where the water cut off at five feet. He hated shallow pools, but today… he might like them a little more.

His arms cut through the water until he came up to her feet. Her neck was curved over the edge of the pool, and her body floated out to the center. She gave no sign that she knew he was there, but if she didn’t, she would know in a second. Gently taking hold of her ankles, he spread her legs to eitherside of him. Moving his hands up to her knees, he bent them and wrapped them around his waist, pressing up against her so that she was trapped upright along the pool wall.

“We should be napping.”

“Mmm hmm,” was all she said.

“You’re going to be tired tomorrow.”

“Quite possibly.”

“You don’t care, do you?”

“Zero fucks given.”

He moved impossibly closer, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other anchoring on the pool’s edge. “Put one arm around my neck, sugar cat, and hold onto the pool deck with the other. Lock your ankles behind my back.”

Her eyes opened, the pupils dilated with the barest ring of blue around them. He thought she was going to refuse, but then suddenly, he felt her knees grip around him a little tighter, her ankles crossing at his back, and her fingertips reaching behind her to grab the pool’s edge. He let go of the pool deck now that she was anchored by her own hold, and he dropped his arm beneath the water. His mouth found hers, his tongue sliding between her lips on the gasp she uttered as, under the water, his thumb slipped beneath the material where it covered her bare mound. Unerringly, he found her clit and placed barely there pressure on the button, lazily rubbing in circles.

“Nemo, someone could see,” she whispered, ending the kiss but speaking against his lips.

He bent his head at an angle to kiss her neck just below where her jaw came up under her ear lobe. “All anyone watching can see is me kissing you.”

“But it’s you,” she hissed, tilting her head farther to give him better access.

“Yup, so they’ll wonder. But they can’t see, so they won’tknow for sure.”

His mouth traveled down her neck to her shoulder, and then he kissed a path across her clavicle to the hollow of her throat.

“Can you be quiet, sugar cat?” he murmured against her skin. His thumb continued its lazy circles. Without warning, his four fingers slid along her pussy, rubbing back and forth at the same lazy pace. “If I slide my fingers inside you, will you be able to keep from moaning?”

“I-I-I don’t know,” she replied honestly, her breath hitching.

He continued to stroke her under the water, continued to circle her clit, his lips on hers, his tongue slipping inside as she panted. Inside her mouth, he stroked her tongue with his, mimicking what his cock would do inside her.

He felt her hips start chasing his fingers, a sure sign that her pleasure was building. Carrying through on his threat, he slid his two middle fingers in between her lower lips and into her channel. Inside, she was just as wet as on the outside—only the consistency of that wetness changed. She whimpered softly, her eyes pleading with him.

“You want me to stop? If you want me to, I will. I’ll take you upstairs and get you off there, but I’d rather not move. This feels too good.”

“No, don’t move.”

He smiled as he brought his mouth back to hers. “Then you can’t move your hips. You gotta stay still. Let me control this. I promise I’ve got you.” He traced her teeth with the tip of his tongue and licked at the insides of her cheeks, then repeated.

She whimpered, her frustration building, but she stopped her movements.

“Good kitty,” he whispered back, then covered her mouth with his again.

He lowered himself slightly in the water so that his shoulders wouldn’t be seen moving. They were far enough awayfrom the doorway and off to the side so no one could see them without physically going to the far side of the patio door or coming out onto the deck. He’d hear the latter, and he wasn’t really worried about his friends catching a show. If they did see them, they’d move away. But he didn’t want Gem to feel self-conscious. He wanted her mindless to everything but him like she was right now.

Nemo curled his fingers up inside her to touch the top wall, lazily stroking the rough patch of flesh. He didn’t want her going off on him like she had in the beach hut. Well… he wouldn’t mind. There was enough chlorine in the water to kill anything that wasn’t water, but he knew that would freak her out. So he put just enough pressure there to make it feel good but not enough to cause her to release in a gush.

Her whimpering became a little more frantic, and the fingers attached to the arm around his neck began to dig her short little nails into his skin. He pulled his mouth away from hers just enough to talk to her. “You ready, sugar cat? You ready to give it up to me?”

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