Page 10 of Hot for the Lifeguard
"My parents put me into every camp they could think of each summer and one of them was basketball. I fell in love. After that I begged my parents to only put me in basketball camps. Basketball became my one true love," she says wistfully.
I lay all the way back on the blanket throwing my arm under my head, propping it up. "That's great that you found something you love. I have an idea of what I want to do, but I've never been sure."
She lays all the way down nestling down next to me and I can feel the warmth from her body. I love the way she feels. The sky has become dark, littered with stars, making the moment even more intimate. Her hand makes it’s way under my shirt, brushing her fingers through my chest hair, when a small breeze blows through making her shiver. I don't hate it though because she snuggles into me trying to find warmth. A soft smile comes to my lips when she lets out a soft sigh.
It's as if our souls know each other even though we've just met. We both stay silent for a moment enjoying the stars.
"When I was a kid, I used to love the stars," she sighs.
Rolling over onto my side, I prop myself up on my elbow looking down in her beautiful moss green eyes. "What did you love about the stars?"
"The beauty of them. How they can make you feel like you are in another world," she whispers.
"You're more beautiful than the stars," I tell her. Leaning in for a kiss, Diana bursts out laughing.
"That was so corny," she laughs.
"I'll show you corny," I tell her and this time I don't hesitate or wait, I lean down and crash my lips to her.
Her lips melt into mine along with her body, and I can't help but love the way she feels against me. My hands graze down the sides of her body, taking in every one of her curves. Suddenly, she flips me over onto my back, straddling me.
Pulling away, she grins at me. "It's my turn to be in control."
"I love a woman who knows what she wants," I say, but before I can keep going, Diana crashes her lips to mine. I've never wanted to obey a woman more than I do right now.
Chapter 8
Diana
Electricity buzzes all over my body the moment Luca's lips touch mine, and though he's doing a good job, I need more. Not being able to wait any longer, I flip him over, straddling his waist as we deepen the kiss. He opens his mouth to mine as I dip my tongue in, massaging his with mine. Luca tastes like a combination of cherries and tequila—the best taste ever.
My hands run up his muscular arms, pulling them up above his head, holding them there as we kiss. I've never been this much in control before, and I can't say I don't like it. In fact, it makes me feel powerful and like the goddess that he says I am. A girl could get used to it.
Luca's cock hardens underneath me, and I can feel it poking me in my stomach, making my clit throb with need. Releasinghis hands, I slowly glide them down his arms to his hard chest, feeling his muscles beneath me. My body yearns for more of him, making my clit throb harder. I begin to seek him out, rubbing my body on him.
We continue to kiss as we both dry hump each other, the fabric of our clothes intensifying the feeling as we rub against each other. Luca moves his arms from above his head and wraps them around my torso, pulling me in even more.
"Such a good boy, making me feel sooo good." The words pop out of my mouth, making me pause. My body freezes and I can feel my face heat with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. That just slipped out—"
"Don't worry about it. I liked it," he says, grinning at me.
"You did?"
"I did. Don't worry, my goddess. I have a feeling you could never do anything that would turn me off," he says.
"I'm not so sure about—" I begin, but he doesn't let me finish before giving me another kiss that takes my breath away.
This time I don't stop him, I just melt into him. Our hands roving all over each other as we explore. My hands slip under his dark blue T-shirt, feeling his muscles firsthand, but I don't stop there, I keep pushing the fabric up over his head. When Luca realizes what I'm doing, he sits up a little to help me. When he does, I can't help but moan because his hard cock rubs against my wet, sensitive pussy.
"Fuck, goddess, I love those sounds you make," he mutters. Pausing for a moment with his shirt above his head, he gives me the perfect picture of his rippling muscles and my hands lightly drift over them.
"You are so sexy. Now, finish taking your shirt off," I tell him.
I've never been with someone this much younger than me, and I can't say that I'm not hating it.
The men I've recently dated only care about what I do, not who I am, and honestly, it's been a turn off. I just wanted someone who would worship me.
Luca lets out a grunt with my words but continues to do as I demanded. The way he follows my directions is so addicting, I've never been so vocal with someone before, but I could get used to it.
