“Thought I could wait, but you just look too fucking gorgeous like this,” he ground out.
His erection sprang free, a drop of pre-cum beading at the crown, and the veins lining his shaft protruding visibly. A shiver raced down my spine and my lips parted involuntarily when he swiped his thumb over the swollen tip, spreading his arousal to slick his palm and jack off.
Sasha was breathing heavily, his powerful chest heaving as he fought to maintain control. A muscle in his jaw jumped and his arms flexed with every stroke of his shaft.
“You should see yourself right now,” he groaned. “The stuff my goddamn dreams are made of. Do you want me to come on you? To blow my load on this pretty, swollen, pink pussy?”
I nodded, my mind still hazy and sluggish from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Please.”
This one word seemed to be his undoing. A deep growl rumbled through his chest and his whole body jerked.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
The veins along his forearms bulged out as he squeezed his shaft. Sasha’s face took on a feral expression; his lips were pulled up in a snarl as he watched the thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip. The first couple of spurts splattered across my tits before he angled his cock down to coat my pussy in his seed.
Finally spent, he raked his gaze hungrily over his handiwork, like he was taking a mental picture.
He shook his head in disbelief. “So fucking hot.”
Tucking his cock back into his pants, he leaned down again, sighed heavily, and brought his lips to mine, kissing me gently this time. He licked into my mouth sensuously, eventually pulling back reluctantly.
“I would keep on kissing you all day, but I wanna get you cleaned up first. Can’t be comfortable to have all this drying on your chest.”
We could do that.Or…
An idea popped into my head and I pursed my lips in question. “How often does the pool get cleaned?”
His eyebrows shot up at the seemingly random change of subject. “Three times a week. Why?”
“Because…” I sat upright and shot him a mischievous grin. “We could just go skinny dipping instead.”
Sasha returned my smile with a wicked one of his own. “You know what? That’s a really good idea.”
Without warning, he picked me up, causing me to squeal with surprise, and threw me over his shoulder. He toed off his boots and kicked down his pants before striding to the edge of the pool. Swinging me down into his arms effortlessly, he now carried me bridal style and flashed me a grin.
“Ready?”
“I guess—”
The rest of my sentence was cut off by my startled scream when he jumped. Sputtering, we resurfaced, and I immediately clung to him again — the pool was too deep for me to stand at this spot.
Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I smiled down at him. Drops of water hung on my eyelashes, dripping down my face, and I felt his hands grip the backs of my thighs to support my weight.
“Who knew you would have such brilliant ideas?” he teased.
I shot him a flat look. “Idid. I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”
“No,” he mused. “You’re definitely not.”
I giggled when he spun us around in playful circles. Eventually he waded over to the edge and leaned back against it, still carrying me in his arms.
Gently, I scraped my nails along his short-cropped hair in the back of his neck, making his eyes fall shut.
“Do you … Do you regret it?”
I froze, my brows knitting in confusion. “Regret what?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Coming here. With me.”