Chapter 44

Even as her giggles echoed across the darkened pool, I withdrew from Mandy’s trembling rear until only my flared crown remained within her stretched ring. Pink and taut, it gleamed in the starlight.

“Mmm, fuck, master. Such ... I’m so empty,” she murmured as her nails clawed at the floating chair’s seat back cushions.

When I shoved again into her clenching tightness, unrestrained, her winding groan filled the darkness.

“Better?”

“Um-hmm,” she nodded.

“You do have an incredibly fuckable little ass, slut.” I ran my widespread fingers over her trembling ribs. But froze when she giggled. And at the sudden crushing of my rod, I gulped. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just”—another quiet chortle left her—”so weird. When you speak, your cock vibrates. Mmm, so deep inside me.”

“Oh, really?” I gripped her waist and deepened my voice. “Should I tell you a nice, long story?”

“Oh, God.” She tore her hand free of the seat to flail at me. “Stop it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You gonna beg again, slut?” I gave my hips a slow circle.

“Yes,” hissed from her as her fingers slapped, again gripping the seat. “Oh, please, Jim. Mmm, fuck my pretty little ass.”

I did. In no time, splashes coated us. Waves soon slapped against the floating rafts. And as I pounded her ever faster, the impacts of our colliding bodies grew louder. Her cries, again muffled as she chewed the seat, echoed into the night. Over and over, she bucked, smacking the wet cushion as pleasure rippled through her.

At long last, I shoved as far as I could. And with my fingers clamping her hips, thrust in time with each languid pulse as my cock flooded her.

“Oh, m-master,” she murmured from beneath her scattered dark tresses. “Umm, that’s a lot. S-So warm. Um, and deep.”

“Like that, huh?” I chuckled while gliding my emptying rod back and forth within her.

“Um-hmm.” As she nodded, her rear pressed into me.

Just as I was going to reply, she slumped forward, panting. And as her nails dug into the cushions, a massive convulsion shot through her tiny frame. The forceful squeezing of her asshole forced air from my lips.

And with my pulse racing, I leaned forward to rest on her heated spine. With her heartbeat battering my chest, I sighed and nuzzled into her silken hair. And as my rod softened, easing from her spasming body, I gnawed at the rear of her neck.

When at last only my still-fat knob remained, I gave my hips a slow twist, tugging it free of her tightening ring.

“Oh, mmm, that’s so cold.” Her nails scratched at the cushions as she writhed beneath me. “Fuck, Jim. You’re so large. Not closed yet. The water, oh...” Her voice became a groan when I mashed my pelvis into her. Not a perfect seal, but it would help warm her.

With time halted and her pulse slowing, if not for tiny pattering raindrops, Charles may well have found us still floating in the pool come morning. But as the rain quickened, I lifted her from the chair.

Despite my care, the motions ignited tremors across her. And she moaned as I wrapped her under my arm. After retrieving her bikini bottoms, I took her towards the steps. A quick bend to snatch her heels and a few more steps had us approaching the back door in the deepening darkness.

Suddenly, she stopped. When I looked down, her shadowed eyes glinted up at me. And with her small hands on my jaw, she pulled my face closer to hers.

“I’m your naughty little slut, Jim,” she whispered before nipping at my lower lip.

“Uh, huh.” I nodded in the grip of her clutching fingers. “But you’re also my exhausted naughty little slut.”

Not responding, she simply lowered her hand to my wrist. My heart staggered as she tugged it between her legs. And at the warm moisture amid her chilled skin, I gulped.

“Keep me with you tonight.” With her lips trembling, she pressed her sodden flesh onto my palm. “Please, Jim.”

After a glance at her dark house, I sighed. How could I deny her? Of all people. Anything. Let alone her wanting to pierce the loneliness of my existence. And with a slow nod, I gripped the twisted bikini top dangling beneath her chin.

Neither of us spoke as I used the makeshift leash to lead her across the cold, damp grass through that misty rainfall. It was even darker on my back porch. But I left the lights off and eased her shaking frame into my hot tub’s swirling bubbles. With a groan, she let me slip the twisted top from her before sinking into the foam. That impish grin appeared.

“You’re so damned beautiful, you know that?” I murmured as she floated upwards, giving me a view of her suds-covered curves.

“No, not really. But I love to hear you say it.” She grinned and flashed those blue lasers. They gouged deep.

But as playful as she was, her eyelids were drooping. And as I placed her phone on the rim and lowered her bikini and heels to the deck, her head eased backwards to rest on the tub. When a quiet yawn left her, I sighed.

“Back in a sec,” I whispered.

“Okay, my love,” she murmured with her eyes closed.

For a brief second, I froze. With the darkness wobbling, my pulse hammered in my skull. Not that we hadn’t admitted our feelings, but the casual way she’d spoken? It felt right.

And after a slow shake of my head, I went inside. When I returned, she was lower in the tub. Eyes still closed. Soft snores left her parted, shiny lips. With a grin, I crept into the heated swirls and placed two glasses of wine on the rim. After setting the binoculars next to her, I glanced towards her darkened home.

If Charles suspected anything, we at least had the trappings of a decent excuse. And with a sigh, I reclined, letting the heat seep into my weary body. With her near, a calm unlike any other I’d felt for far too long swaddled me. The stars seemed brighter.

When she coughed and rolled her head, I looked over to meet her eyes. Although she said nothing, those shadowed pools glinted as she lifted her phone. In the glow of its screen, her fingernails clacked as she texted.

At Jim’s. Stargazing. Last warm night for a while. Jim says I can sleep on couch again. Will run with him in the morning.

When she exchanged the phone for a wineglass, her expression had my heartbeat thundering. No, it wasn’t hunger. It was certainty. She felt it as well. We belonged together.

Also, she hadn’t asked her husband if she could stay. Nor had she explained anything more. She’d simply stated what would happen. Period. And as I glanced at the phone, I gulped. With him drunk and asleep, neither of us expected a response.

And when she lifted the binoculars, I started pointing out stars. When she moved closer and my hand wrapped around her soft, warm curves, we both sighed.

With the universe slowed, the night was peaceful. She felt good in my arms, and nothing mattered but her. Right at that moment, I didn’t give a single crap if she was married or not. Nor apparently did she, anymore.

But the effects of her quick nap soon faded, and she was yawning once more. When the binoculars slipped in her hand, I took them away. And after we finished our wine, I stepped out to dry myself. When I lifted her from the suds, she leaned closer. At first, I thought she’d speak, but she only blew softly across my lips before nipping at my chin.

And although she trembled as I ran a towel over her gleaming little frame, Mandy remained silent. Only the quietest moan left her as I took her inside.