Chapter 10: Slipping Back into Heat

The cool of the water had worked its magic for a while — their skin calmed, hearts steady, conversation drifting like the light breeze across the surface of the pool. But the alcohol had begun to take hold, softening their edges, warming their cores. The way Faith’s laughter lingered a second longer. The way Paul’s eyes drifted to the curve of Kacie’s thigh as she floated nearby. The way Kacie’s gaze kept circling back to Faith’s lips.

Desire hadn’t left the pool. It had just waited.

Kacie moved first.

She slid closer to Faith, the water rippling gently between them, and leaned in to whisper something into her ear — something low, intimate. Faith gave a small smile, then nodded. Whatever was said, it didn’t need repeating.

Kacie turned and stood, the water cascading down her body in sparkling rivulets. Her breasts lifted as she rose, the sun catching every curve, every droplet. Without a word, she crossed the shallow end toward Paul, who was resting with his arms out along the edge, his head tilted back. His eyes found her as she approached — and when she took his hand in hers, he stood without question, following her as she led him up and out of the pool.

She walked him to one of the loungers, warm under the late morning sun, and gently guided him to sit. He watched her, the way her wet body moved, the way her eyes held his — and something shifted in the air between them. Anticipation. Invitation.

Paul’s cock stirred, thickening quickly as if it knew before he did what was about to happen.

Kacie smiled. Slow. Sure.

She straddled his legs, her knees settling on either side of him, the curve of her ass pressing gently into his thighs. Her hand reached down without hesitation, wrapping around his hardening shaft, stroking him slowly, eyes never leaving his face. She seemed to be reading every breath, every flicker of tension across his features.

“Touch my breasts,” she murmured, her voice a soft command.

Paul obeyed. His hands slid up her ribs, then cupped the full weight of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, pinching just enough to draw a soft whimper from her throat. She arched slightly, pressing into his touch, her own breath quickening.

Still stroking him, she reached down between her own thighs with her free hand. Her fingers dipped between her folds, already wet with anticipation. She moaned softly, just for him, and then wrapped her slick hand around his cock, gliding along his length.

Paul groaned at the sensation.

Kacie shifted forward, her hips tilting, and she began to slide his cockhead along the length of her slit. Up and down. Teasing. Slick. Warm. Her eyes held his as she whispered, “Sit back. Relax.”

Then she started to lower herself.

Her breath caught in her throat as the thick head of his cock pressed against her opening — the first time she’d taken him like this. Slower now, careful, savoring. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she eased lower, inch by inch, gasping softly at the stretch, the fullness, the delicious pressure she’d been waiting for.

She settled fully, her thighs trembling just slightly, her body molding around him.

Kacie moved slowly at first, her thighs flexing as she found her rhythm. Paul leaned back, his hands resting on her hips as she began to ride him, her body slick and glowing in the sunlight. She moaned, soft at first, her head tilting back, lips parted as she sank deeper onto him.