Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Forty-two

He said vanilla. Is this what he meant by that? Him in the pool, partially immersed in water up to above his waist, holding my thighs in his arms while fondling the most sensitive part of my feminine anatomy. No, it's not ordinary at all.

His tongue inside me is not ordinary to me. Having sex outdoors is certainly new to me, and having a man whose voice is a catalyst strong enough to ignite the fire in me is certainly nothing I've seen before. If vanilla means normal, then this is not it.

"Adrian..." I moan his name again, flexing my hips forward so he goes deeper and deeper.

He does as I desire, playing with my pussy like something he rightfully possesses. He sucks me, licks and rubs me using nothing but his expert lips and tongue, shattering every little wit left in me. Honestly, right at this celestial moment, he owns all of me.

"I promised I'll never do something you don't want me to do," he rasps as his fingers replace his mouth. I glance at him, panting. "But I want so badly to have you in my playroom, Arabella. So fucking bad." His fingers drill my pussy to the core, impelling my eyes to snap shut once again as I absorb his needy demand.

Maybe I want it too, to be in his playroom. But I'm not sure if I fit in his world, and I won't know that much as long as what we have is just a moment that's bound to fade like the smoke in the wind. So I just focus on what we have—to this particular moment when I have him all to myself.

Encased by bliss, I lose count of all the screams of pleasure I've filled this place with. With the sun glazing us from above, fresh air breezing in my ear like a sexy song that fills my head with thrill, I clench my muscles tight, swept by the powerful wave running through me like a whirlpool.

Over and over again I flex, squeezing myself so violently as I come. Usually, I'd be slagging afterward, demanding a long break of stillness and hugs, but strangely I feel like a detonated bomb, harsh and impatient. I sit up swiftly, catching my breath soundly.

Adrian grins surprised as I jump into the pool.

"Someone is getting fit," he teases, drawing me closer through the water.

"I have the best instructor." I crush my lips on his and kiss him like there's no tomorrow.

The water cools against my skin, and my body molds with him as he unclasps the straps of my bikini top, his tongue firm and strong in my mouth. The cups of my bikini turn loose and his mouth finds my breasts, straight to my swollen nipples that harden under his playful torture.

"Ah!" I yelp and giggle when his teeth pinch them like claws, the pain sharp but brief.

And it's shockingly arousing. Damn me!

His cock is as hard as steel already, poking me. I groan lightly when he sucks my nipples again, squashing my breasts like his stress balls, and swiftly he similarly reclaims my mouth. He's like a magnet and I am a piece of iron, the attraction strong and undeniable.

"You amaze me each time, Arabella," he whispers proudly.

"Oh yeah?" I think I'm happy too.

Naughtily, I slide a hand through his shorts and grip his cock. A grunt escapes but my mouth doesn't surrender from taking my deep kisses. I stroke him under the water, and the effect travels straight to my dripping wet pussy that wants more of him.

And suddenly he twirls me around so I lean onto the pool edge, my back against his chest. I choke with a surprised laugh at the way he easily engulfs my body. I pant like a marathon runner, waiting for him to do whatever he pleases with me.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he whispers harshly, his breath ragged.

I glance over my shoulder and reply, "You. Fuck me."