Page 21 of Perfect for Her

“Mark?” Her voice is barely above a whisper as her fingers twist the ties that hold that slim piece of fabric to her hips.

“Baby, thank God you didn’t wear that in front of the guys, I would have had to kill them all for looking at you.”

The blush rises, giving her cheeks a rosy glow as she slowly walks toward me until she’s standing directly in front of me and the second her fingers trace down my chest, my eyes close, and a groan escapes.

“Do I need to remind you that all of those men are happily taken?” she teases, that glimmer of mischief in her eyes causing my cock to harden between us.

“Don’t give a shit, baby, a beautiful woman in a sexy bikini is a sexy woman in a bikini.” She shakes her head, her fingers playing with the strings holding up my swim shorts. “And you look like a wet dream in this,” I mutter, flicking the small silver star charm that hangs between her breasts.

“You don’t look too bad either, you know,” she whispers, leaning up on her toes until her lips are grazing my ear. “Seeing you in this brings back a lot of memories.” Her breath whispers across my skin, sending all the blood in my body south, as my fingers grip her waist and haul her flush to my chest as her arms wrap around my neck.

“And what would those memories be?” I wonder aloud, staring into her eyes as they darken, her fingers gripping my neck hard as her hips move against mine. “Because I can tell you right now when I see you in this bikini all I think about is that time I interrupted you floating in the ocean with my mouth.”

Her body shivers, her eyes widening as the images of that day filter through her mind.

“God, that was a good day,” she whispers, her eyes closing as my fingers wrap around her neck and bring her forehead flush to mine.

“Yes, it was, so let’s make that happen again, shall we?” I mutter right before I take her lips with mine, everything going from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye.

Her taste is addictive as I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my hips as I walk us out of the kitchen and into my backyard. When I bought this place I knew the pool would be the selling point, but right now I’m just glad I can recreate this moment with her because it’s been haunting my dreams for four years.

“Where are we going?” she whimpers as my teeth sink into the crook of her neck, her legs spasming around me as I take a few steps into the pool, pushing the floating mat out in front of me and holding it there until I’m waist-deep and Harlow’s feet are dipping into the warm water. She looks behind her, seeing the mat floating there, and when her eyes flick back to mine, they’re full of curiosity. “You were serious?”

I don’t answer her, I just grasp the back of her neck and haul her lips back to mine, kissing the hell out of her until she’s breathless, and only then do I slowly tilt her back until her back hits the foam under her.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how serious I am.” My voice is like gravel as I spread her legs, making sure she doesn’t tip as I push her farther into the water, my fingers never leaving her skin. The second I have her exactly where I want her, the lights surrounding the pool casting a glow across her skin that makes my mouth water, I sink into the water.

“What are you…?” she asks right before my knees hit the pool floor, my head level with her heat.

My fingers grip the mat under her, pulling until her knees hit my chest and before she can say a word, I sink lower so her legs drape over my shoulders and my eyes fixate on the water as it splashes between her legs.

“Do you know that after that first night on the couch, I dreamed of your taste? Remembering just how addicting you were all those years ago and wanting nothing more than to spend hours between these luscious thighs, eating you until you couldn’t take anymore.”

She doesn’t say a word as my fingers flicker over the ties that hold that flimsy fabric together.

“This pussy has haunted me for years and you want me to devour it like I used to, don’t you, baby?” My voice is hoarse as the ties fall away from her skin and then I pull her bottoms off her, that glorious heaven between her legs like a shining beacon for me to fall into.

“Mark,” she gasps quietly, her hips lifting, seeking the friction she knows I want to give her, but my hands grasp her thighs, hooking my arms around them until I have her exactly where I want her, and my breath whispers over her sensitive flesh.

“All you have to do is say please, Harlow,” I growl, kissing her chlorine-soaked skin as my mouth waters at the idea of what I want to do to her in this pool. “Say please,” I whisper into her skin, causing a whimper to leave her throat. “Say please and I will make this pussy feel so fucking good,”

“God, your mouth has gotten filthier over the years,” she mutters as I smirk against her, pulling her legs apart just enough so I can get closer to the one place we both want my head to be.

“And you’re fucking loving it,” I grunt, rocking her hips in the water so the water hits that aching clit I can see poking out, demanding attention, and the gasps that leave her every time a wave hits, I know she’s feeling everything I’m giving her. “Let me eat you out like we both want baby, just say pl—”

“Please!” she chokes out, panting. “Mark, please!”

I groan as my lips travel up her thighs slowly, my eyes never leaving her as she watches me inch closer and closer to the heaven between her legs.

“Jesus, Mark,” she groans, snapping the last of my control. I move in, and when my tongue drags across her soaking wet lips, Harlow cries out, her pleasure echoing into the night. She tries to move, arching her back and silently begging me to take more of her but I hold tight, needing her to stay still. I growl as I swipe my tongue over her once more, parting her lips and delving deep and finally getting the full taste I’ve been dreaming about for years.

My cock is straining against the confines of my swim trunks as I lap up every single drop of her sweet honey. I move to her clit, my hands gripping her thighs tight, loving the way they tighten with every stroke of my tongue. I wrap my lips around the aching little bud and suck gently while I drag my tongue against it, basking in the way Harlow’s body shivers, her cries of pleasure egging me on.

“Holy shit,” Harlow gasps, writhing and squirming as my tongue dances over her clit and then teases down to plunge into her sweet little pussy. “Oh fuck, Mark! What are you doing to me…” Her face is a mask of pure pleasure as her eyes roll back and her mouth opens as she whimpers as I devour her over and over again. “Mark, fucking hell, I’m gonna come!!” she squeals as I growl into her, pulling her even closer as she explodes, her pussy flooding my tongue with her taste.

I grunt and drink down every last drop, tonguing her clit from one climax right into another until she’s gasping for air as her fingers tangle in my hair and I pull her down into the water, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“You taste incredible,” I whisper against her lips as I take her mouth in a kiss that tells her I am nowhere near done with her. “And just as addicting as you were back then. Maybe more.”

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