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“But you’re the one who broke the contact. I was seconds from having an amazing orgasm. You stole that from me, and I want it back.”
“My poor baby,” he coos in my ear right before he grips the lobe with his teeth and pulls down. “Do you want me to fix the ache between your legs, Paisley? Do you want me to end the burning sensation building up inside you?” Biting again, he says in a low hum, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I respond, letting his lips glide down my neck to my collarbone. I’m getting ready for him to attack my other ear when he lifts me out of the pool and places me on a pretzel-shaped floaty that is in his pool. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying not to flop around too much.
“Hold still,” he demands, stopping me from moving. With both his hands on my legs, he slides me down on the pretzel and then spreads my legs to either side, exposing my burning sex to the cool night air. Gliding me to the shallow end, he stands before me, winks, and then lowers his head to my inner thigh.
“Ohhhh,” I moan as his beard rubs against my sensitive skin and his lips ride up to my bikini line. Despite the cold water I’m resting in, I start to break out in a sweat as his breath hovers over my aching pussy. With his fingers, he spreads my lips and very slowly places his tongue over my clit. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t even flinch, he just rests there, his tongue against my bundle of nerves. “Reese,” I moan, trying to move in the water but he holds me still. “For fuck’s sake, just get it over with.”
Never in my life has my clit throbbed so hard to the point I want to cry. I need release. I’m begging for release with my body.
Reese moves his tongue along my clit with his tongue flat, not applying too much pressure, just enough to let me know he’s down there.Noted, I get it. You’re between my legs, buddy, stop torturing me.
Licking upward, he runs the length of my slit and then pulls away, his beard scratching my thighs. I’m about to scream when he performs the same movement, placing the flat of his tongue on my clit and not moving.
“Oh fuck,” I say in distress, trying to encourage him to keep moving by threading my fingers in the curl of his hair, but he refuses to let up. At the same pace, he runs his tongue up my slit and repeats the process, over and over again. His tongue never pressing hard enough, his mouth never working fast enough, only providing me a long, arduous torture where I can’t feel anything in my body anymore. Every last inch of my body is vexed, my limbs aren’t able to move, and if it weren’t for the float providing me buoyancy, I would be drowning right about now.
I cry out in frustration, my head moving back and forth, my hips begging for more, my pussy desperate for more.
“Please,” I beg softly, trying to convey the pure torture with one syllable. I must finally get through to him because right when I think he’s about to do one more round of misery, he forms a point with his tongue and flicks my clit rapidly at a rate that is incomprehensible.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I cry out, my head lifting off the float, shooting my gaze to where he’s looking up at me, his tongue running a mile a minute. His eyes blaze up at me and his fingers grip into my ass, keeping me in place.
I don’t have time to even breathe as white-hot pleasure rips through my entire body, splitting me in half and sending me into a downward spiral of erotic bliss. He pounds into my clit with his tongue. I roar in euphoria, letting everyone in the area know that Reese King is fucking me with his tongue to the point that I’m pretty sure my clit it about to fly off.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” I scream as shots of bliss run through me. Twitch after twitch rocks my body until my pussy is so sensitive, I can’t take anymore. “You have to stop,” I say, as my orgasm still rocks through me. “Oh God, you have to stop.”
He smiles and slows down his tongue, going back to leisurely long licks as my body quivers under his mouth, my orgasm still raging inside me, slowing down with each pass of his tongue until there is nothing left.
Gently, he kisses my inner thighs where his beard rubs against them and then pulls away. I must be a real treat to look at, sprawled across the float, legs wide, arms like noodles. I wouldn’t be surprised to see my tongue hanging out of my mouth.
“How was that, baby?” Reese asks, pulling me off the float and encasing me in his arms. He floats us around the pool, his erection pressing against me with need.
“I think you know,” I answer, completely unable to support myself.
“Sounded like it was good. Watching you come apart on my tongue like that, sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Paisley. I almost came watching you.”
“Mmm . . .” is all I say.
He nudges my cheek with his. “Hey, you can’t sleep.”
“Why not? It’s not my fault you literally fucked my bones to boil. I have nothing in me right now.”
Pushing us to the edge of the pool, he presses my back against the side and lines up our bodies.
“If that’s the case, I’ll just have to fuck you against the cool tile of the pool.” Before I know what’s happening, his erection shoots forward as he spreads my legs, filling me whole.
“Yesssssss,” I sigh, holding on to his neck for support.
I don’t move, I just let him do all the work as he plows into me, his hips never once giving in until he grunts out my name and buries his head in my neck, falling over quickly.
As the moon lights up our erotic bubble, I think about how far we’ve come in such a short amount of time. I never thought I would be this addicted to another human being but Reese King has proven me wrong. Every moment with him is like a new one, every time he enters me with his long, throbbing cock, it feels like the first time, and every time he calls me baby, it sends a shiver down my spine.
Our relationship might not be conventional, and we might have to hide it, but all the worry is worth it for moments like this. Moments where I feel so completely and utterly loved by this man that I don’t ever want to give it up, despite the challenges in our way.
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“What are you thinking about?” I ask Reese as I lay in his arms on his bed. His hand methodically strokes my hair, the only reason I know he’s awake at such an early hour.
