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“Am I going to have to tie those hands, Mia cara?”

“No,” she pants. She places her hands back above her head, and an idea flits through my mind.

I lift the other glass that is still full and lean over her body, placing the cold glass between her hands.

Our noses touching, our lips just a breath apart, I order, “You spill, I spank you.” A sharp gasp escapes her.

“Keep those hands above your head and if you don’t move them, I’ll reward you, understand?”

I know I’m pushing the limits here, but my gut instinct tells me there is a little submissive inside Gabriella and I want to pull it out of her and give her everything she desires.

“Yes,” she pants. “I understand.”

I pepper kisses down her body and then bury my face in between her legs, inhaling her sugary scent and suck on her clit as I push my fingers back inside her. She’s soaked, and it confirms that taking control turns her on.

I push my tongue inside of her and she tastes like fucking heaven. I don’t relent, I spear my tongue in and out of her, the ice starts rattling against the glass as her body arches in pleasure.

I hum against her pussy and lightly flick my tongue over her swollen clit.

I rise up and insert one finger slowly, and she releases a moan that’s a direct hit to my aching balls. Her legs fall open a little wider, as if inviting me, and I push a second finger inside her. The sound of her arousal fills the space between us, mixed with pretty moans of approval. The lights under the pool now illuminate the space as the sun has almost fully set, and watching Gabriella’s body heave with arousal, coming apart under my touch next to the view of the hills and the sunset may be the most beautiful sight I’ll ever witness in this lifetime.

I pump my fingers a little faster, and her walls tighten around me.

“Do you like that, greedy girl? Does your tight pussy like my fingers, or do you prefer my tongue?”

“Oh, my god, please…”

“Please, what… slow down?” I slow my pace and she growls in frustration.

“No, please, don’t stop, just…”

“What, what do you want, baby girl?”

“I want you to…”

“What, Gabriella? Use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

The glass in her hand is close to spilling as she fights for control over her trembling body. “Make me come,” she purrs.

I tap her ass. “Knees up.”

She lifts her legs out of the water, the heels of her feet balancing on the edge of the pool.

I curl my fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot and her screams echo around us but neither of us seem to care.

“Oh God, it’s too much. I can’t...” I watch in awe as her fingers grip the glass with white knuckle force. I expect it to shatter the same way she is.

“Yes, you can. Just go with it, baby girl.” I work my fingers in out quickly and her hot pussy grips me tightly, her arousal dripping down my hand, and I know she’s right there. She just needs to let go.

“Come on, Gabriella, get outta that pretty head of yours and come for me. I’ve got you.”

And that’s all she needed, a little encouragement, a little reassurance. Her back bows off the tiled floor, her walls convulse around my fingers, and when I apply a little pressure to the bottom of her pelvis, her stomach muscles tighten beneath my splayed hands as she cries out, and then she squirts.

Holy shit.

“Fuck.” I groan out, watching her in complete awe as her orgasm rolls through her body. I could come from just the sight of her.

When her body softens, and her legs go limp, I pull my fingers out and reach for the glass that’s still clutched between her hands that’s only spilled a little. I pull her up to sitting with my free hand, her heavy, sated eyes try to focus on mine.