Chapter 13

The afternoon sun beat down on us, and I drank a long drink of water. But I saved a little in my mouth and playfully spit a little stream of it onto his chest and stomach.

“Why you little–” and he went to grab me, but I escaped his reach and ran to the pool, jumping into the shallow end. He jumped in right next to me, pulling me back under the water. We came up in each other’s arms, his warm body on mine in the cool, crisp water. His wet lips met mine in this romantic moment. Again, I got that feeling of being caught in a fairy tale; a country girl goes to the big city and gets swept away by the prince to his castle.

We played in the water together, splashing, dunking, and chasing but never straying out of touch with each other for more than a few seconds. He wanted to help me back-float, so I rested my back on his outstretched hand. With just a tiny bit of pressure, he held me up as my arms and legs spread out wide. I closed my eyes as the water covered my ears, and suddenly, the only sense I had was one of touch. I felt the cool water on my bottom and the hot sun on my front, and I couldn’t hear or see anything.

Water dripped on me as he traced a finger down the middle of my body from my neck to my sex. He circled my clit with it a few times and then brought it back up, circling my breasts slowly in large figure eights. His finger continued to trace smaller and smaller circles around my belly. He had such an easy, gentle touch, and I loved the way his fingers felt on my flesh, but I wanted more.

I kicked my feet hard and swam away from him to the stairs, then turned to sit on the first step. He swam over to me, and we exchanged a long, deep kiss. His hands moved down my body, and his fingertips curled underneath the sides of my bikini bottom, and he slowly began to pull them down. I quickly put my hands on his and stopped him.

“Derek, I’ve never...”

“Look around. All you can see is a couple of rooftops. Nobody is watching.”

His gentle words won me over. “Okay,” I whispered. I lifted my bottom up, and he slid my bikini bottom off and threw it near the lounge chairs. His eyes longingly moved to my breasts, and I knew what he wanted to come off next. You’ve gotten this far. Might as well go the rest of the way.

I reached behind my back, unlatched the little hook, and once my breasts fell free, I threw the little top over by the lounge chairs. “So, you got me naked. What are you going to do with me now?” I cooed. His eyes were still roaming up and down my body.

“I’ve never seen you like this, not in the daylight.” He thought for a moment. “It’s always so dark in the Rhino that it makes me realize just how stunning you are.”

I always knew that I had this effect on men. The way they looked at me, those long, lustful stares when I served them food at Hooters, or when I was up on the stage grinding around that pole as I danced and took off my clothes, I knew they wanted my body. Those looks always used to bother me, but now, on some level, it was something I craved. “Put your mouth on me,” I said huskily.

He moved forward and licked my inner thighs, and my body quivered in anticipation. The tip of his tongue moved over each of my thighs, leaving a little saliva trail. Then he moved upwards, licking over my stomach, and I let out a low, deep moan. When he moved further north, I sensually pushed my breasts together, enclosing his head, and he laughed.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he said.

“I love teasing you,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

He took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck before moving to the other until his saliva was dripping off both of them. “My pussy, Daddy, lick my pussy,” I moaned. I ran my hand through his hair, and he eased his head down and sank his tongue deep inside me. Volts of electricity shot through my body. The calm water of the pool now churned violently as I pushed my hips towards him, sending his tongue deeper into me. “Just like that, your mouth feels so good, baby.” He wrapped his arms around my thighs, effectively immobilizing me, and then flicked his tongue over my clit. Immediately, my body began to climb.

“Just like that, baby,” just a little more,” I hissed. His lips encircled my clit, and he began to lick and alternately suck, and my world went dark as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. When my senses were back about me, he was licking the secretions off the insides of my thighs. I looked down, and our eyes met.

“I love how you taste, Jenna,” he said huskily.

He loves this. It felt so good being with a man who actually enjoyed pleasuring me in this way. He wasn’t like my ex; this sensual act was nothing that I had to spend hours convincing him to do. He was doing it because he wanted to. “I’m glad you like it,” I said shyly. “Come here and kiss me.”

With a sly grin, he edged up to me and kissed me with his wet lips. I’ve always loved how I tasted, but it was so much more sensual to taste myself from him. He then slipped back under the water, and I watched him rubbing his hands over his face, presumably to clean my juices off of it. My body was glistening under the hot sun, and I slipped back into the pool to cool off. After a few minutes, he took my hand, and we got out of the pool, the chlorinated water dripping off our bodies. Once we got to the lounge chairs, we grabbed the towels to dry off, and I reached down to pick up my bikini and put it back on.