by Alexis Angel
A shiver runs up my spine as I feel his naked chest brushing against my breasts, and I almost take the top of my bikini off. I don’t do it, though - if he wants to enjoy my naked body, he has to unwrap me first. Just like a present on Christmas’ day.
Taking my feet off the bottom of the pool, I lift my legs and wrap them around his torso, reeling him in as I throw my arms over his shoulders.
“I could keep kissing you forever,” he whispers, taking his lips off mine. He looks into my eyes and places one hand under the nape of my neck, holding my head still as he takes in every detail of my face. “Fuck, Megan… Why do you have to be this beautiful?”
Now, I’ve been around these billionaire types for quite some time now, and I’ve grown accustomed to their brashness. Still, right now I can’t stop myself from blushing. Boiling blood shoots up from my heart and makes its way to my face, my cheeks burning as I hold eye contact with Tristan.
There was something so genuine about the way he said it. It wasn’t a pick-up line (we’re past that already), and he isn’t trying to smooth talk his way into my pants. No… He felt something, and he said it without thinking twice, no second intentions hiding behind his words.
I try to think of a suitable reply, but no words make their way to my brain. And so, I just lean in and kiss him again, opening my mouth and allowing a kind of wild frenzy to take over my body and soul.
With my legs wrapped around his torso, my crotch is dangerously close to his, which means that I’m already feeling something hardening underwater, something that wants to devour me… And no, it’s not a shark.
Allowing my body to sink down a few inches, I then rock my hips and press my crotch against his as hard as I can. I feel his hard cock under his swimming trunks, and my heart almost stops - it just feels so… thick. What is he hiding under these trunks? A soda can?
“Someone’s getting excited,” I tell him with a coy laugh, pressing my forehead against his and enjoying the closeness of his body.
“Is it just me....?” He asks, a devilish grin taking over his lips, his smart eyes focused on mine.
“No, it isn’t just you,” I laugh again, biting down on my lower lip as I feel his tree-trunk of a cock throb under his swimming trunks. More than thick, his member feels long as well… Ten inches, maybe? No, it’s got to be at least twelve. Oh, God, you can bet that I’m as excited as he is right now.
I already feel myself growing wetter and wetter… And I can assure you that it has nothing to do with the fact that we’re inside a swimming pool, water up to our necks.
Running one hand through my wet hair, his eyes locked on mine, Tristan smiles. It’s a gentle smile but, behind the kindness in his eyes, I can see a kind of fiery lust, flames of desire raging inside of him and ready to devour me.
Returning his gaze, I never even blink as I place one hand on his chest and then slide it down, my fingertips slowly caressing the contour of his ripped muscles. When I feel his washboard abs under the palm of my hand, I move even slower, enjoying the hardness of each perfect square of muscle that covers his stomach. More than looking like a model that could be on the cover of a fitness magazine, Tristan has a body that would be worthy of a marble statue - I mean, hell, his muscles already seem like they’re made out of marble.
But I don’t linger on his abs more than necessary; no, there are more interesting things on his body that I still haven’t explored. Oh, but I’m getting there.
My fingers move over the wet fabric of his swimming trunks and, turning my hand around, I flatten my palm against the bulging shape tenting his trunks. I sigh heavily as I feel it pulsing against my hand, and I can’t resist it; I curl my fingers around it, wrapping them around his thickness, and give it a soft squeeze.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he says, leaning into me and whispering the words into my ear.
“I know,” I reply in that same hushed tone, my voice growing heavy with each passing second. “That’s the point,” I continue, closing my eyes as he starts nibbling at the skin on my neck, pulling it between his teeth. I sigh again, my fingers tightening around his cock, and then I simply let go of it - of course, I only do it so that I can untie his trunks.
And that’s exactly what I do.
I undo the knot tying them up and pull at the hem, loosening them up. Then, flattening the palm of my hand against his abs again, I slide my hand down as slowly as I can. My heart tightens up into a fist as my fingers move down, and then it almost bursts inside my chest as I feel the warmness of Tristan’s flesh brushing against my knuckles.
Grabbing his cock, I chomp on my lower lip as the warmness of his huge member spills into my fingers and climbs up my arm. Allowing instinct to dictate the movements of my body, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, carefully measuring it with each stroke. Yup, twelve-inches at the very least. More than a cock, right now I’m holding a python - one so dangerous it might end up devouring me.
“You’re so big,” I find myself saying, the words spilling out from between my lips before I can even think of what I’m saying. Not that it matters - after all, it’s the truth.
“And it’s all yours if you want it,” he replies in a heartbeat, and I grit my teeth and stop the words from escaping my mouth. If I could, I’d just say yes and surrender to him; I’d offer him my body on a silver platter, and I’d let him do whatever he wanted with this big cock of his. But I can’t - I can’t and I won’t.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I tease him, nibbling at his earlobe and upping the rhythm of my hand. I feel his breathing start to grow heavy and ragged, and that just makes my pussy even wetter.
“Maybe I can help you make up your mind,” he tells me, once more looking into my eyes. One of his hands trails up the sides of my body and he slides it over the rising curve of my right breast, slowly squeezing it. I look back into his eyes as he does it, my insides clenching as I struggle to remain in control of the situation - and, between you and me, that’s not an easy task.
Hooking his thumb on the cup of my biking top, he pulls it down and bares my nipple, my rosy tip hard and aching. He brushes his fingers over it and then, squeezing my breast so that my nipple is pointing up, he sinks down on the pool a few inches and reaches for me with his mouth. I throw my head back and sigh, feeling him wrap his lips around my nipple; he sucks it into his mouth, his lips tight around it, and runs soft but steady circles around it with his tongue.
I let go of his cock as he works on my nipple, and take both my hands to his hair; tangling my fingers into it, I pull him hard into me and force him to start sucking harder. And, of course, that’s what he does - he sucks on my right nipple as if he intended to devour it and, with his free hand, he pulls down the other cup and squeezes my left breast.
I moan, every single inch of my body on fire, even though I have water up to my neck.
“It’s delicious,” he breathes out as he pulls back from my breasts, coming up for air.
“Of course I am,” I laugh, my voice cutting through the silence in this place. Aside from the sound of the water lapping at the walls of the pool, the birds chirping overhead, and the gentle breeze passing through the canopy of the trees, there’s a silence so deep that it almost feels like that Tristan and I are on a deserted island.
“I wonder what else on you is delicious…” He continues, taking both his hands to my back and undoing the knot on my bikini top. He pulls on it gently and I hold my breath as the fabric leaves my body, my skin prickling with anticipation. Leaving my top, he lets it float away from us and then slides his hands down the side of my body, only stopping when his big fingers are resting over my hips. Then he moves them toward my ass, his fingertips caressing the curves of my cheeks as he cups them under the palm of his hands.
“You’ll find out, won’t you?” I tease him, but his only reply is a wicked grin, one that makes my insides clench again.
“Y
es… Yes, I will,” he whispers, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me up. I react fast, placing my hands on the edge of the pool, and allow him to lift me up. I sit down on the edge of the pool, only my lower legs under the water now, and Tristan rests his hands over my knees. Pushing them apart, he moves forward and places his chest right between my legs, the hunger in his eyes growing in such a way that my heart feels as if it’s going to blow up like a hand grenade.
I take a deep breath as he slides his fingers up to my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against my groin, and I have to restrain myself from grabbing his hair and pulling him into me. If I did that, I know I’d just lose all control… And God knows what would happen next.
And so I just stand still, now holding my breath as I watch the grin on Tristan’s face widening, his thumbs moving up and down my groin. Moving slowly, he comes for me with parted lips, taking his mouth to the wetness between my thighs.
“Oh God,” I moan as I feel his lips pressed against my pussy and, even though the fabric of my bikini is still between the two of us, it feels amazing. He sucks hard, and a pleasant warm feeling spreads from my pussy to the rest of my body, sinful flames dancing under my skin.
“You like it?” He asks me, pulling back and looking up at me.
“Like it?” I laugh, biting down on my lower lip and placing my hands on his head, my fingers tangled on his hair. “I love it,” I tell him and, with that, I pull him in me. His mouth returns to my pussy, this time with a kind of feverish hunger. He sucks on me for long seconds before pulling back again, but this time he doesn’t look up at me; instead, he keeps his eyes focused on my bikini, carefully taking his fingers to my outer thighs. There, he undoes the knots of my bikini bottom, and all I have to do is lift my ass from the edge of the pool - the moment I do that, he pulls the fabric off of my body and, when I sit back down, I’m completely naked.
I feel exposed but, at the same time, there’s a burning excitement inside of me. There’s a kind of deep intimacy when a man’s mouth is this close to your pussy, don’t you think? Sometimes I think that when a man goes down on you, it can be even more intimate than sex itself.
“Let’s see how delicious you really are,” Tristan whispers, and then he takes his mouth to my naked pussy. Reaching for my clit with the tip of his tongue, he presses down on it before running his tongue down to my inner lips. He laps at them eagerly, his tongue moving up at down at a measured pace, and then he rests one of his arms over my leg, taking two fingers to my clit. Stroking it softly, he presses his mouth against my pussy and starts sucking, taking both my inner lips into his mouth and viciously attacking them with his tongue.
I run my hands through his wet hair, my eyes closed as I take shallow breaths, my chest rising and falling at an erratic pace. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and submit to the present moment, both the past and the future becoming something foreign to my brain - right now, I’ve achieved Nirvana. Forget about meditation, yoga or whatever - when it comes to achieving the joys of enlightenment, there’s nothing better than a man who knows how to use his tongue.
“So good…” I whisper, more to myself than to him, and lift one leg, placing both my legs over his shoulder. I then allow myself to fall back, remaining propped up only by my elbows.
Still working on my clit, he starts ravaging my pussy with a kind of fury I had no idea he was capable of. He’s eating me out as if my pussy is the most delicious thing in the world, and that’s enough to make my head spin.
I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face, and he matches every movement of mine with a flick of his tongue, hitting all the right spots. His fingers keep on rubbing my clit, electricity darting from there and climbing up my spine, and I swear I can almost hear the whistle of fireworks in the distance - and soon enough these fireworks are going to go off inside my skull.
Then, moving fast, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he starts sucking it and jabbing at it with the tip of his tongue; the fingers he had on my clit are now parting my pussy lips, and it’s only a matter of time until he -- whoops! He just did it - he slid his index finger inside of me, curling it upward and taking it all the way to my G-spot. He presses against it hard, and then slides one more finger inside my pussy, the pressure on my G-spot intensifying.
“Oh, fuck, Tristan,” I moan, pulling on his hair and keeping his head trapped between my thighs. Swear to God, I didn’t know that a woman could feel so much pleasure from being eaten out. If I knew he could pleasure me like this, I think I’d have allowed him between my thighs a long time ago…
I can only imagine how it must feel to have his huge cock inside of me, stretching my pussy wide and -- no! I can’t start thinking of that, or else I’ll allow it to happen. And that just can’t be. No matter how much I want it, I must resist it. There’s a lot at stake, and I’m not going to ruin my chances just because I’ve developed an insane craving like this.
“Oh, that feels so… Oh, God,” I pant as he starts sliding his fingers in and out of me, building a rhythm. At first, he moves his fingers kindly, but lust soon takes over their coming and going motion. Before I know it, he’s flicking his wrist so fast that I can’t even tell if his fingers are going in or out of my pussy.
“D-don’t stop! Oh, don’t --” My sentence remains unfinished. Lightning explodes up my spine, and the moment it hits my brain it simply obliterates my capacity for speech. My mouth is open, but the only thing I’m capable of right now is moaning. And that’s exactly what I do - with my head thrown back, I let a loud moan escape from between my lips.
I press my legs together, doing it so hard that I might suffocate him between my thighs - but I just can’t help it. He has unleashed a mind bending orgasm inside of me, and that has made my body tense up so much that I don’t even think I’m in control of it anymore.
“Jesus, what was that?” I laugh as all that pleasure finally washes over me, allowing me to regain the ability to think again.
“That was just… a taste,” he says, taking his head out from between my thighs and floating slightly away from me.
“A taste? Of what?”
“I can do so much more, you know?” He replies, looking at me in such a way that I almost order him to show me what else he can. But I stop myself from doing - I know exactly what’s on his mind, and I’m not going to surrender this easily.
“You want to do so much more,” I correct him with a bright laugh, and then sit up on the edge of the pool. Placing my hands on the floor, on either side of my body, I raise my hips and then launch myself forward, entering the comfortably warm water. I run one hand through my hair, pushing it back, and then float toward Tristan, closing the distance between us.
“What if I do?” He asks me, his hands on my waist again. He pulls me into him and I almost think he’s going to kiss me again, but he just looks into my eyes for a long moment. “I can’t help it, Megan. Whenever I’m around you…” He trails off, but the way his cock has hardened up is enough for me to know exactly what he means.
“I know,” I merely say, and then I crush my mouth against his, taking charge of the whole situation. My hands darts to his crotch and I curl my fingers around the thick shape of his member. I give it one hard squeeze and then I loosen his trunks some more. Now resting my two hands on his waist, I hook my thumbs on the hem of his trunks and pull them down; moving his legs, he allows them to slide down his legs and then simply abandons them under water.
We’re both naked now, and that has awakened something primal and urgent inside of me. Evolution has honed these primal instincts to perfection, but I have to be strong and resist these urges.
But, Jesus, I just want to lace my legs around his waist and pull him to me. I want to feel the tip of his cock against my pussy, and I want him to thrust hard and show me how a powerful man like him handles a woman like me… I want all these things, and I just can’t have them. You have no idea how hard it is for me to accept that.
No matter - I’ll have my fun anyway.
Pulling his lower lip with my teeth, I curl my fingers around his thick shaft and, using my other hand, I cup both his balls. Jesus, everything in him seems to be plus-sized - even his balls feel like something you could use in a tennis match.
“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he groans as I start stroking him harder, my hand flying up and down the length of his shaft.
“Yeah?” I tease him, lowering my voice until it becomes a lewd purr.
“Yeah,” he repeats, looking at me with an expression on his face that betrays all of his self-control. I have no idea how he’s resisting the urge to simply pin me against the wall and fuck me as hard as humanly possible, but I gotta give it to him - he has managed to reign in his own desire. Handsome, wealthy, hung, and a perfect gentleman… Now that’s a combination you don’t see everyday.
And lucky for him, I happen to love gentlemen.
“Do you want to know where I want this cock?” I ask him, tightening my grip on his shaft and moving my hand faster.
“I’m dying to know,” he groans, an expression of pure delight taking over his face.
“Then come here,” I whisper, peeling my fingers off his cock and turning my back to him. I move toward the stairs that lead out of the pool but, instead of climbing out, I just grab them with one hand.
“Sit there,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes as I look at him. He looks back me for a couple of seconds, not understanding what I want, but then I see his eyes widening as he realizes what I just said.
Moving past me, he grabs the handrails of the stairs and climbs out; then he turns around and sits on the last step, his hard cock dangerously close to my face - exactly where I want it to be.
Locking my eyes on his, I start leaning in, parting my lips and allowing my tongue out. I stop moving when my mouth becomes so close to his cock that I can almost feel his warmness, and then I reach for his flesh with the tip of my tongue.
