He walked out on her deck, cocktails in hand and squinting slightly in the bright sun. She sprawled lazily on a lounge chair, one leg dangling off the side. Her smile was bright and eased his nervousness as she reached up to take one of the drinks from his hand.
“Sit. Relax.” Her voice was pure velvet.
He slid into the chair next to her. He felt overdressed in jeans and polo shirt. She wore a black bikini, aviators and that amazing smile.
He tried not to gaze at her too long, but his eyes disobeyed. They travelled every delicious inch. Her long blond hair draped carelessly down her neck and collarbone. Beautiful sun-tinted skin adorably freckled. Black triangles of fabric concealed part of her breasts, but not her excitement. He felt a lusty stirring as his eyes lingered on the bumps teasing the fabric from underneath. A beautiful valley between them trailed down to her very kissable belly. Another strategic triangle blocked his view (but not for long, he thought) as he followed his eyes to toned thighs, legs and a sexy ankle bracelet as he finished.
“Well now” she joked, “I feel like I’ve been given an examination.” She leaned forward and whispered, “did I pass?”
“Flying colors,” he kidded back. He hoped that his voice didn’t sound as trembly as he felt.
“Hmmm… good to know.”
“You look like you might be getting a little red. Would you like me to put some lotion on for you?”
“Absolutely.” She took the bottle and squirted some into his hands which he gently rubbed together to warm the lotion before he began to massage it into her skin. She rolled onto her stomach.
He started at her ankles, kneading his way up her calves and feeling her muscles relax under her tantalizingly smooth skin. His hands slid up her thighs and worked up and down from her knees to the “barely there” bikini bottom. She sighed contentedly when his hand gripped her inner thigh, rubbing them firmly and then bumped up against her womanhood, protected only by the thin fabric.
He bent over her and asked softly,
She shook her head no. Her body was melting in relaxation and yet the touch of his soft but strong hands was arousing at the same time.
His hands eased under her bikini bottom and she felt his hands encompass both of her ass cheeks, massaging the tensions away. She felt herself begin to moisten as his fingers worked all the way around her.
Her lower back yielded as he pushed and stroked his way up, his thumbs sliding along either side of her spine. He kept working his way up and down her back, so gentle and yet so firm that it took her breath away as the muscles and knots loosened and released.
She was fully wet now, with a longing for his hands to search her more deeply and intimately.
She abruptly turned over and craned her neck up at him.
He leaned over and kissed her with a deep, passionate longing. Her hand was threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. He knelt beside her chair, his tongue entangling with hers and his hand resting on the delicious curve of her hip.
He gently took her sunglasses off so he could see the passionate hunger in her soft brown eyes.
Their mouths met again and his hand found her breast, gently stroking the nipple through the swimsuit top. His thumb circled its hardness while his other arm cradled her back.
Soft little sounds escaped from both of them as the pace of their kissing and touches began to quicken. She reached up behind her neck and undid the strings of the top, dropping it down and allowing him full freedom to enjoy her breasts.
He kissed his way from her lips to her chin and down her delicate neckline until he was directly between her breasts. His lips brushed the skin all over each one, first the right and then the left leaving no skin untouched except her taut, dark nipples. He deliberately avoided touching them, letting her desire build higher, but he came close enough that he knew that she could feel the warmth of his breath on them.
He took the tip of his tongue and circled each nipple’s border, right along the bumpy little edge. He felt her back arch as he moved along each on and it took all of his self control to not jump ahead and start sucking on them greedily.
No, not yet. He didn’t just want her turned on. He wanted her lust-crazed, animalistic, unrestrained.
His mouth left her entirely as his hand traced her belly, fingertips travelling along to the edge of her bikini bottom. He ran them just under the elastic edging while he returned to her mouth.
She grabbed his arm and tried to control him, pushing his hand down further where she was soaking with desire but he resisted…not ready to give her the first taste of sweet release, the first of many releases he intended to give her that day.
“Please.” Her voice was nearly breathless.
“Not yet…not just yet.”
Soon enough, he thought.