Page 34 of Desired By you (Always & Forever #3)

I place open mouth kisses along her collarbone, and her head rolls in pleasure.

Running my tongue between her breasts, I continue to just above her bikini bottoms and work my way back up her body, reaching my hands behind her back and tug at the tie of her bikini top and slide my hand to do the same to the one around her neck.

I pull the red fabric away and if my dick wasn’t already painfully hard before, it was now.

Her perfect tits that are now just a shade lighter than the rest of her skin thanks to the California sun bounce free and with the sunset playing with her skin, making her glow like a goddess, the sight has my blood pounding in my ears.

I need her.

I watch as she casts an anxious look down her half exposed body and her teeth worry her bottom lip. My thumb tugs her lip free and I lift her head to face me.

“You have nothing to be shy about baby girl.”

I press my forehead to hers, lightly brushing my lips with hers.

“I’m going to show you how badly I want you.”

I press a chaste kiss to her lips and reach my fingers inside the glass tumbler, taking an ice cube and dragging it along her pouty lips before popping it into my mouth and hold it there.

She gasps when the ice meets her sun kissed skin and her hands find my hair and tug hard when I roll the ice over one nipple and then repeat on the other side.

Her nipples pebble and I trail the ice in between her breasts till I reach the waist band of her bikini bottoms and then work my way back up her body, by the time I reach her throat the ice has almost completely melted.

I plant my lips on hers and she sucks what’s left of the ice from my tongue which has my dick straining painfully in my swim shorts.

My hands reach for the half-filled glass of Cherry negroni and I hand it to her. She furrows her brows and looks at me with confusion when I sink down lower in to the water.

“Pour that drink down your perfect tits and watch how I don’t miss a drop.” I plant a kiss in between her breasts. “And eyes on me at all times baby girl.”

Mouth agape I give her just a second to do as she’s told and fuck does she.

She tilts her head back, exposing her neck and lifts the glass and begins tipping the red liquid over her chest, it trickles between her breasts.

I brace my arms either side of her and flatten my tongue just above her belly button and lick a path up her torso, lapping up every single drop of the liquid trail she’s left for me.

“More.” I hum against her soft skin.

She moves the glass and lets the liquid run over her breast this time, her head still thrown back, her chest rises and falls, and she's gasping for breath.

“No, no baby girl, you’re going to watch. Eyes on me.”

She lifts her head, her blown pupils meeting mine.

My mouth covers her nipple and I nip and suck, dragging my tongue over her hardened nipple, the heady mix of the cherry, the bitterness of the gin and the warmth of the brandy explodes on my tongue as she continues to drip feed me the cocktail and I could do this all god damn night.

Her tiny whimpers turn into erratic pants of desperation as I lick a path back down and nuzzle my nose against the fabric of her bikini briefs.

“Touch me,” she rasps and I almost miss it.

“Lie back. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” I hum against her skin, and she does it without protest.

She sets down the now empty glass and makes a whimper when her back hits the tiles and goosebumps prickle all over her skin.

“Am I going to find you wet and ready for me, Gabriella?” My fingers work the ties of her bottoms, and I let the fabric fall away from her golden skin. I moan in appreciation, licking my lips at the sight of her glistening sex.

I swipe two fingers through her folds, and she whimpers when I push them inside her.

“Fuck, you are ready for me, baby girl.” I work my fingers in and out of her slowly, enjoying her legs trembling with pleasure as I do. I lean down and swipe my tongue over her clit and her hands instantly fly to the back of my head.

“Keep your hands above your head,” I order, and she pulls them back.

“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.

“What just happened?” She’s all flushed cheeks and blown pupils. Fucking perfection.

“You just squirted, Gabriella.” I grin watching her mind absorb that information.

I hold the drink to her lips.

“Drink.” She takes the glass and, to my surprise, downs it in one.

The primal need for this woman takes over and I take the glass out of her hand and toss it to the side, hearing the glass shatter, but I don’t give a shit.

I kiss her with urgency. The mixture of her sweetness and the bitterness of the cocktail creates an explosive taste on my tongue.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” I growl against her lips.

“The same thing you’re doing to me.” She pants as she hooks her legs around my waist and pulls me closer, our wet bodies pressed together, and the need to be inside her intensifies, but I can’t, I won’t allow it.

If I go there with her, I’m well and truly fucked in all senses.

There would be no coming back from that, no recovering from the mark she will leave on me once I know what it feels like to be inside of her.