Page 18 of About That One Night
I lean in, pressing my lips to her collarbone, tasting the faint chlorine of the pool water mingled with the natural warmth of her skin. She gasps softly, and I can feel her body respond, arching into me, craving more. Our breaths mingle, hot and heavy, as I continue my slow exploration, worshipping her with every touch.
When I finally look back into her beautiful face, I see them, eyes darkened with desire and her lips parted in a silent plea. I cup her face in my hands, my thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “You’re incredible,” I whisper, my voice raw with emotion.
Her smile is radiant, and she pulls me closer, her lips finding mine once again. The kiss is even moreintense, more desperate, as if we’re both afraid of breaking the spell that binds us together. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, as I explore her mouth with my tongue. The taste of her is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, her voice soft and curious.
I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express what I’m feeling. “I’m just taking this all in,” I admit. “You’re so beautiful, and I don’t want to forget a single moment of this.”
I hold her by the waist and lift her effortlessly, bringing her breasts close to my mouth. I can’t resist the urge to suck on them, to taste her skin and feel her nipples harden against my tongue. She moans softly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I continue to worship her body.
“Max,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire.
Her whispered plea ignites something primal within me. I want more, need more. I slide my arms under her legs and back, lifting her in a bridal carry. Her body fits perfectly against mine as I cradle her, the water cascading off us, creating tiny ripples in the pool.
Her eyes are half-closed, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing comes in soft, quick gasps. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding on tight as I make my way to the edge of the pool. Every step feels like an eternity, the anticipation building between us like a storm.
I gently set her down on the pool’s edge, the cool night air kissing her wet skin. I lean in, my mouthtrailing kisses from her collarbone to her breasts, savoring every inch of her. She arches her back, her hands gripping the edge of the pool, her body trembling under my touch.
“I want you,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with need. “All of you.”
Her response is a soft whimper, her eyes pleading with me to continue. I lower myself, kissing a path down her stomach, my hands caressing her thighs as I position myself between her legs. I look up at her, our eyes locking, and in that moment, nothing else exists. It’s just us, and the desire that consumes us both.
I lower myself further, my lips trailing along her inner thigh as I sink back into the water. As I kiss her skin seductively, I gently slide my fingers to the waistband of her black lacy undergarment. With deliberate, tender movements, I begin to ease them off, kissing every newly exposed inch of her thigh.
I push her thighs open for me, I see the most beautiful sight—her glistening pussy—and I can’t hold back any longer.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her skin. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
I blow a gentle stream of air against her most sensitive spot, making her shiver. “You want me to lick you, baby?” I tease, my voice low and husky.
“Yes, please,” she whimpers, her voice trembling with need.
I smirk, loving how responsive she is. “Tell me how much you want it,” I demand, my breath hot against her. “Tell me how badly you need my tongue on you.”
“I need it so much, Max,” she pleads, her hips bucking slightly. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
I trail my fingers lightly over her inner thighs, getting closer but not quite giving her what she wants. “You’re so wet for me,” I whisper, my mouth hovering just above her. “I bet you taste so sweet, I just want to devour you.”
Her breath hitches, and she grips the edge of the pool, her knuckles white. “Please, Max,” she begs. “I need you. I need your mouth on me.”
I let my tongue flick out, barely grazing her, and she moans, her whole body tensing. “That’s right, baby,” I growl. “I want to hear you. I want to feel you come apart.”
I lower my mouth fully onto her, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. “You like that?” I ask between licks, my voice vibrating against her. “You like the way I taste you?”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I plunge my tongue deeper, savoring every moment, every taste. “This sweet little cunt is mine, Zoe,” I murmur against her. “All mine. And I’m going to make you scream my name.”
Her moans grow louder, her body writhing with pleasure. “Max, oh my God,” she cries out. “I’m so close.”
Suddenly, I stop and look at her all. She looks so fucking beautiful and though my cock throbs desperate to be inside her, I concentrate on her. Just her.
“Don’t stop.” Zoe glares at me, her eyes narrowtrying to feign anger, but I see the desperation in them. The need for my mouth.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“More. Don’t make me beg.” She’s desperate.
