Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Angelo
Remi’s eyes go wide. “No way.”
Rising, I step out of my shoes, dispatching one sock, then the other, before moving my hands to my belt. Locking eyes with Remi, I unfasten it.
She gasps as I yank it out of the loops of my pants, bringing it taught in my hands with a decisive snap . Gnawing on her bottom lip, she whispers, “That’s a maybe.”
My cock agrees, but I refuse to be deterred. Giving the belt a toss, I remove my pants and boxers, stepping out of them.
“That’s a definite,” Remi says, eyeing my erect cock, “but let’s just stay right here.” She pats the seat beside her before shrugging her shoulders out of her dress; it falls to her waist.
I greedily take in her breasts, nipples hard enough to cut stone.
“Tempting, but I like my idea better.” Falling to my knees, I grab Remi’s right foot and unfasten her heel, then her left, before tugging her dress all the way down.
“Lift up for me.” She does so, and I shimmy her panties down, giving them a toss.
“Please don’t throw me in,” she begs, her chest heaving, not from arousal, but fear.
“Why on earth would I throw you in?” I ask her.
“Knew it was waterboarding!”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
I silently rise, walking naked across the courtyard. “Come play with me,” I call.
Joie de vivre.
Is this what it means? Because if someone would have told me I’d be strutting around my courtyard naked, I’d have called them insane.
Climbing the steps of the shallow end, I lean my back against the pool ledge, facing Remi.
“That’s playing dirty,” she calls when I begin stroking my cock.
“By definition, skinny dipping is playing dirty.” I grit, my hand tightening around the head.
She takes a few hesitant steps toward me. “I don’t want to be in over my head.”
Way too late for me.
“That’s a good girl,” I coax her as she gets closer, easing up on the tension on my cock.
The steam rises around Remi’s naked body; she’s an absolute vision as she takes the first step into the water.
I meet her halfway, picking her up by the waist as she wraps her arms and legs around me. “Has my score improved?”
“I’m sorry?” Remi’s forehead bunches.
“‘Zero out of five. Would not recommend this date.’”
She giggles, and I decide it’s my favorite sound. “You’re at three of five stars. For the carnation, the dance, and the gift. I haven’t been fed yet, so that rating is subject to change.”
“Foolish of me. I should have fed the lady first.”
“Mmm,” she agrees. “Much more liberal with stars when I’m full,” she agrees.
“And what about when I make your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl? Make that greedy little pussy of yours strangle my cock?”
“I shouldn’t have put out before a five-star date.” She attempts humor, but her pupils have blown out completely.
“You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you.” My lips claim hers in a kiss, demonstrating every single one of those words.
She moans against my lips, and I eagerly swallow the delicious sound. My tongue flicks against her lips, and she opens for me. Twirling mine around hers, it’s my turn to moan into her mouth; she wiggles her body and shifts down, causing the crown of my cock to hit her wet entrance.
Breaking the kiss on a groan, I run my teeth along the fluttering pulse of her neck. I move us to the side of the pool, placing her ass on the edge. She spreads her knees wide for me. “Such a good girl,” I praise, wrapping her legs around me as I nudge forward.
“Angelo.” She moans, her nails digging into my shoulders as I meet resistance. She’s tight. So fucking tight.
“You can take it all, Remi. I know you can,” I coax.
“This is me feeling not at ease in the water,” she whispers.
“Let me help you feel at ease,” I encourage her. “You’re safe with me. Relax, and let me make you feel good.” I hold onto her left hip as I nudge inside her with the slow roll of my hips. With my right palm, I begin rubbing her clit back and forth, and she begins opening for me.
Remi falls back to her elbows, and I thrust all the way home, our pelvises becoming flush. “That’s my good girl,” I grit.
Her eyes flutter closed, but I say, “Open your eyes. Watch me own this pussy.”
“You don’t own me, Angelo,” she argues weakly, all the while her pussy is spasming around my cock.
My head falls back on a moan. “This pussy disagrees.”
I begin moving my hips in earnest, thrusting hard as I play her swollen clit like a classically trained pianist.
Her little mewls only fuel my fire.
I fuck her like a man possessed.
“You are mine.” I emphasize each word with a hard thrust. “Say it.”
She screams, her head lolling to the side as her orgasm rips through her body.
“Fuck, Remi,” I cry, my balls drawing up as I thrust faster and faster. I cry out, emptying myself inside her. My hips thrust a few more times before I still, my heart thudding in my chest.
“I’m dead. You killed me in the water.” Her eyes are closed, and the biggest smile is on her face.
“Mmm.” Pulling out my cock, pride swells in my chest as I watch my cum drip down her lovely thighs. “Where are we at on the star rating?” I muse, rubbing circles with the sticky mess.
“Three and a half?”
Remi gasps as I push my cum back inside her with my middle finger. “Four. I meant four.”
“Do I need to fuck you again?” I growl, removing my finger.
“No!” She giggles as I scoop her up in my arms bridal style.
Walking her into deeper water, I say, “Don’t tell me ‘not too deep;’ we both know how you like it nice and deep.”
“Oh my God. You did not just say that.” Her cheeks heat.
I chuckle, kissing her on the top of the head. “Look at you feeling at ease in the water.”
“But that’s only because you’re holding me. Don’t let go,” she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed.
Never.