Page 31 of The Leaves In Autumn
Of course, the dive looks perfect. Hardly a splash. He comes up and runs fingers through thick hair. The moonlight on his muscled arms looks intentional, like a painting that has highlighted the highpoint. Paddling in place, his chin lifts.
“Now you.”
I go slowly, wanting as good an affect as he gave me. A striptease. Yeah. Dropping one shoulder, then the other, while holding closed the front of the robe. I smile a little come on. He hums a tune to strip by.
“Da, da, da, da, da da! Da, da, da, da!”
I turn my back to him and slowly lower the robe, pausing at my waist to tease the moment. I sway to his music.
“Oh yeah, baby. Come on, show me.”
When I lower my arms, the robe slips down and off, in a puddle at my feet.
“Oh, God.”
This is a good angle for me, so I linger a bit while showing off. For his pleasure, I hope. Then slowly, I turn to face him. Now he sees it all.
His eyes narrow.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever been with.”
“You haven’t been with me yet.”
“In my imagination I have. Many times.”
He starts forward, like a crocodile in the water with eyes on the target. I laugh a little and move to the opposite side of the pool. My hand comes up.
“Wait!” I say for no reason at all other than it’s fun.
He pays no attention and follows.
“It’s out of your hands. Don’t make me get out, Lady Godiva.”
At the deep end I wave an imaginary white flag and surrender. Crossing hands, I dive in.
The cool water shocks and hardens my nipples. I see his naked body underwater and breaststroke toward it. Coming up against him, our skin touches, chest to thigh. The feel of his cock between my breasts, then against my pussy, electrifies. Arms surround each other. Feels like being in heaven. In fact, I wouldn’t be mad if it turns out exactly like this.
My legs wrap around him, and he lays back, floating as one. Drops of water fall from my hair and eyelashes and drip onto his face. Strong arms pull the water toward us, as we move through the steamy cloud. Once in the shallow end, he flips over, lifts me, and sets my ass atop the edge of the pool.
Grabbing one of our discarded robes, he bunches it up and places it behind my back.
“I want you to be comfortable while being ravaged.”
I don’t know why that turns me on so much, but the way he said it does. Like I will not be able to hold myself upright when the party ends. He stands thigh deep in the water, hands on either side of me. As he parts my legs he watches my eyes. I relax and allow him entry. A million miles from reality, we exist only in the totality of this sexual universe.
At first my eyes close. I reach behind and steady for what is about to rock my world. His hands and lips move clavicle to shoulder. From breast to torso. He lingers at my stomach, trailing his tongue hip bone to hip bone. Back again. Lord. It is impossible not to react to how close it is to the heart of me. I lift toward perfect lips then take his face in hand. Eyes lock.
“Eat me.”
The words land and take their effect on Aargon. Without pause, he lifts my legs over his shoulders and pulls my entire body closer. Like Hercules or Samson, his strength is an aphrodisiac to little me. I lie back. Very slowly, he uses his tongue to worship at my altar. All on the outside at first, he takes time to tease. Little licks with the tongue’s tip. It parts me by only a sliver. Right over the clit he wiggles it. The sensation is stunning, and I am almost quivering. A moan is all I can voice, as fingers part me.
When mouth meets flesh, he licks bottom to top, breathes in and smiles. Sexy as fuck.
“Night flower.”
No man has ever said my pussy smelled like a night blooming flower. Have I misread him as a buttoned up wounded soul all this time? Underneath the weight of whatever he is dealing with, I think another man may be hiding.
CHAPTER 11
