Part 25 (2/2)

She gets her head out of the dress, and wags a finger at me. ”Bad Chance! Bad! I want to go swimming.”

Turning her back to me and looking into the mirror, Ca.s.sie unhooks her bra, lets it fall carelessly to the floor.

I wrap her up from behind, press my lips into the bare skin of her shoulder, smell her neck behind her ear.

But before I can cup her breast she's pushed me off with her b.u.m, banging it into my hard c.o.c.k.

I back up, grinning, and adjust myself in the mirror. Her eyes don't leave my crotch.

She slides out of her underwear, steps out of them. She hooks it with a toe, and then turns to me and flicks it at me.

I catch it, bring it to my nose and smell her. G.o.d, she smells so good. Her scent drives me wild.

I watch her, look at her back, her a.s.s, all her s.e.xy flesh that I just want to grab and hold and knead and pull against me.

Then into the mirror, at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s that I want to squeeze, her nipples I want to suck and bite. I look at her s.e.x, lick my lips, and go to her again.

But she slides open the wardrobe so that now I can only see myself in the reflection, and she bends over and opens her suitcase.

”I brought my favorite bikini,” she says, humming to herself. She antic.i.p.ates what I'm about to do. I reach out to run my hands on her a.s.s, dip inwards a little, but she slaps me away.

”Go get changed, Chance. Get something to drink from the mini-fridge, too.”

I guess she wants to be in charge tonight.

Chapter Twenty Nine.

Bathing trunks on, c.o.c.k hard and h.o.r.n.y, towel draped over my shoulder, and a champagne bottle clasped between two fingers, I walk down the maroon-carpeted hotel hallway.

At the end of it, by the elevators, is standing Ca.s.sie. She's got a fluffy white robe on, and she's leaning her weight to one side, watching me. I don't miss her eyes roaming up and down my body.

We ride up in near silence, casting muted grins at each other. When we get to the pool, we see that it's completely empty. It's heated, for sure; there is steam pouring upward, an upside-down waterfall.

I watch Ca.s.sie as she removes her robe, and then slips into the pool. I dive in after her, and am instantly bathed in warm water. I've been working out hard the last few days, and the warm water won't be good for my muscles a it encourages swelling a but I hardly give a s.h.i.+t right at this moment.

We swim and play, splash water at each other and laugh. We hold onto each other, float and stare up at the ceiling, climb out of the pool and cannon-ball in to see who can make the bigger splash.

It's the most fun I've had with her since we got to England. Eventually I climb out of the pool, go to one of the deck chairs there and lie down on it, towel against my back.

Ca.s.sie follows me, a glint in her eye, hips swaying. She's acting out of character, so confident, and it's so, so s.e.xy.

We pop off the cork of the champagne, and drink from the bottle. Champagne spurts out when she tips the bottle too high, and she holds it out for me to take while she coughs, wipes champagne from her face and chin.

Something in her has changed. I can't put my finger on it, but I like it. It's not just the alcohol... it's not just that we've had fun all night, that for the first time ever we've actually felt like a couple, rather than her trying to resist the magnetic force that pulls us together.

This girl is more than just someone I want to smell and taste every day. She's more than just someone I want to make moan every day.

She's someone I want to be with every day. Someone I want in my life, someone I want to never not have.

Ca.s.sie sits on the side of my deck chair, trails a finger up the inside of my thigh. ”I want to watch you again,” she tells me.

Just hearing those words sends me rock hard in an instant. My trunks tent, and I look at her while I pull them down by the waist, hook them beneath my b.a.l.l.s.

I begin to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e, jerk myself off in front of her. She watches, eyes heavy-lidded, breathing quick, cheeks flushed.

I bring myself right to the brink, then back myself off, all the while never taking my eyes off her. G.o.d, this girl drives me wild.

She adjusts her position, gets closer to me, and I bring my hips up. She puts a finger on my tip, rubs my pre-c.u.m around the smooth, wide dome, before taking me into her mouth.

I groan in delight, immediately grasp on to the back of her head. At first she just tongues me, teases me, licks the strip of sensitive skin right at the back of my c.o.c.k, but then her motions grow more heated, impa.s.sioned.

She sucks me off like it's the only thing in this world she needs. She bobs her head up and down fast, and I continue to pump myself into her mouth. The smacking sounds of her b.l.o.w.j.o.b almost echo in the pool room, and G.o.d if this isn't the best b.l.o.w.j.o.b I've ever had.

But when I'm nearly there, so close, she lifts off me, eyes sparkling, a grin curling her lips.

”Finish yourself,” she tells me. The tenor of her voice tells me she wants to be in control. It excites me.

So I do. I crest, fire strands of ropy c.u.m all over my chest and stomach. As I do it she inhales sharply. Her hard nipples are poking through her bikini top.

I see her hand move down her body. She starts to touch herself. My c.o.c.k doesn't soften one bit. She lets her eyes drop closed, lets me watch her while she pleases herself. I reach out to touch her b.r.e.a.s.t.s but she slaps my hand away.

In a flurry she reaches over to her robe, ruffles it, and pulls out a condom. I meet her beautiful eyes, share a smirk. She came up here with something in mind.

She tears it open, rolls it down my c.o.c.k, and then straddles me.

”Don't.... move,” she says, imitating my voice from just earlier. ”And put your arms up behind your head.”

So I do. She runs her hands up my sides, feels the ridges of my intercostal muscles with her fingers. She holds onto my chest and lowers herself against my c.o.c.k. I feel my tip press into her bikini bottom. It nudges her hard c.l.i.t and she lets out a breathless sigh.

She reaches down, pulls her bikini bottom to the side, I feel my c.o.c.k head press against her wet s.e.x. It's so warm, so s.e.xy, and she rubs me up and down her slit, teasing me.

G.o.d, I can barely take it anymore. I feel like I'm going to blow a second load in seconds flat.

She winces and groans as I enter her, stretch her, feel her tightness, eyes rolling back, pus.h.i.+ng down onto me so, so slowly.

I just want to thrust my hips up, bury myself in her, bottom out.

But she's in control tonight.

She rides me slow, lets her hair fall down around my face, looks into my eyes, watches for my pleasure. She moves her hips so my c.o.c.k head grinds against her, and when I lower my arms to hold onto her, she slaps them back up, and shakes her head.