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Like maybe this could work.
Or maybe it’s just the champagne taking away my inhibitions.
“Let’s get in the hot tub,” Daniil murmurs, kissing the side of my neck.
“Okay.”I have my bathing suit on under the sundress I pulled on after we got back from dinner, so I tug it over my head and leave it on one of the lounge chairs.I kick off my sandals and follow Daniil into the steamy water, Joe and Jesper on our tails.
Except they’re naked.
And completely oblivious to us as they make out.
Daniil pulls me onto his lap, pressing light kisses on my shoulder, my neck, and across my chest.
“I love your tits,” he murmurs, kneading one breast with his hand.“You know what I’d really like to do sometime?”
“Hmm?”I feel his erection poking me through his swim trunks, and my body instantly reacts.
“Fuck those beautiful tits and come all over your chest and neck.”
“I’d be down for that,” I say.“But no squirting into my eyes.I really dislike that.On my neck, around my mouth is fine, but my eyes are off-limits.”
“No fantasies about shooting into your eyes,” he promises.
“Where should we do it?”I ask, looking around.
His eyes widen.“Wait—you want to do it now?I was simply telling you something Iwantto do.At some point.Not that I want to do it right here.”
“But you’d like to.”I turn so I’m straddling him and wind my arms around his neck.“Come on, you know you want your friends to watch.”
“I absolutely do.”His gaze lands on mine.“But I want you to be comfortable first.Sex isn’t why we came tonight.”
“I know.But I want to… honestly.”
“Is that you or the champagne talking?”
“We discussed this when I was perfectly sober.The champagne is simply making me less nervous about going through with it.But I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve ever done together.Including letting half the wedding guests watch you go down on me after the reception.”
“I think it was technicallyduringthe reception…” He leans down to nibble my lips.
As always, the moment we touch I feel him harden against me.I love having that effect on him, being able to turn him on from the slightest bit of physical contact.It’s the same for me, it’s just not visible from the outside like it is with him.There’s so much passion between us it’s hard to think when we’re together like this.I’m barely even aware that there’s anyone else in the room now that he’s kissing me.
“Baby, you drive me wild,” he breathes against my mouth.“If we didn’t need condoms, I’d be inside you already.”
“I am not ready to be pregnant again,” I groan, playfully pinching one of his nipples.“You weren’t around to see how miserable I was!”
“If I had been around, you would have been less miserable,” he says, dragging his teeth down the side of my neck.“Because I would have been rubbing your feet, buying you all the treats your heart desired, and making sure you were as comfortable as possible.”
“I don’t know if comfort and pregnancy can exist in the same sentence,” I whisper, my head falling back.“But it sounds good.”
“If we were to have another child, you wouldn’t be miserable unless it was because of an illness I couldn’t do anything about.As far as comforts go, you would have them all.”His mouth is on my neck, sucking and licking so that goose bumps cover my skin.
“How did I not know what a romantic you are?”I ask breathlessly.
“You never gave me a chance to prove it.”
That stings a little, but the gentle barb does nothing to make me want him less.Especially not when his mouth covers mine and he pulls me in, devouring me.His tongue taking mine expertly.We momentarily grapple for dominance but I’m more than happy to let him win—there’s nothing more exciting than Daniil taking over, making me want to experience things I didn’t know I could enjoy.
Like letting people watch us have sex.
