Page 580 of Rock Me All Night
There. He's back. His lips curl into a smile. His eyes fix on mine.
"You have a one track mind, Jess."
I shake my head. "We can talk. Do you want to talk?"
"Not at the moment." His hands go to my ass. He pulls my body into his.
His eyelids press together. I rise to my tip toes. Then our lips are connecting. It's a hell of a kiss. All the frustration of the day fades away until the only thing I can feel is the affection pouring between us.
He cares about me. It's there in his kiss.
I dunk him under the water. He gets revenge by splashing me.
A smile spreads over his face. It does things to me, that smile.
I can't wait anymore. I need all the intimacy I can get with him.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull my body into his. I kiss him deeply.
He doesn't waste any time. One hand slides between my legs to stroke my clit. The other goes to my chest, playing with my nipples. It's different in the water—smoother. I arch my back to push my chest into his hands.
When he breaks our kiss, his eyes find mine. The mystery is gone. He's here and there's nothing in his gaze but desire.
"Hold on." He pins me to the side of the pool with his hips, reaching for something on the concrete. His jeans.
He reaches into the pocket and pulls out a bottle of lube.
"Were you planning this?" I ask.
"Not exactly." He drags his fingertips over my chest, stopping to play with a nipple. "More that I saw you in the pool and I couldn't stop thinking about how fucking good it would feel to have you come on my cock."
I'm not shy today. I know what I want and I'm asking for it. "I need you inside me. Now."
"Mmm." His lips press into mine. He squeezes lube over his fingers then brings his hand between my legs.
No teasing. He slips two fingers inside me. There's no resistance from my body. The lube makes it easy.
Thinking time is over. I kiss him harder. My body melts around his. He works me with his fingers, stroking my clit with his thumb. I dig my nails into the soft, wet skin of his back. Damn, that feels good.
Pleasure knots in my core. I'm already close. But I don't want to come on his hands today.
I pull back from the kiss. "I want you inside me." I drag my hand up his neck and play with his hair until his lips part with a sigh of pleasure. It feels good, saying what I want. "I need you inside me. Now. Don't make me ask again."
He shifts my hips so our bodies are aligned. Anticipation builds in my chest. It feels like it's been ages since we've been here.
There. His cock strains against me. No teasing. In one slow, sweet movement, he slides deep inside me. I can feel my sex stretching around him.
Damn, he feels good.
I dig my fingers into his skin. My lips go to his neck. He tastes like chlorine, and soap, and Pete. I plant kisses on his skin until I find the spot that makes him groan. It's the crook of his neck, right next to his collarbone. I work it every way I can—sucking, kissing, biting gently.
He drives deep into me, one slow stroke after another. There's such an intimacy to it. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. I can hear his breath in my ear. This isn't fucking. It's making love.
I don't care that it's cheesy. It's true.
I get lost in the pleasure building in my body. His skin is soft and slick. I explore every inch of it I can. Until I can't take the knot of tension in my core any longer. Until I have to dig my hands into his hair and rock my hips against his.
"Fuck, Pete." I tug at his hair. "You feel so good."
