8. Rose
ROSE
Kon lands with a heavy splash that creates such a large wave I'm carried back a few inches from where he lands.
His irritation at my actions is exactly what I'm going for and I hate that Mathew was right.
Kon seems much more reactive when there's a threat.
Water shifts and rolls as he adjusts his direction under the water, then he rises up and breaks the surface with a loud gasp that sends a thrilling tingle right down my spine.
His white shirt clings to him like a second skin, so completely soaked that his darker skin gleams through the sopping fabric.
He shakes his head slowly and sends a spiral of water droplets in all directions, then he lifts his hand and pushes his soaked hair away from his forehead.
Everything around him glitters like a thousand gemstones and heat coils low in my gut as Kon scans the surface and locks eyes with me.
"Rose." The growl that surrounds my name is unlike anything I've heard before. My heart lurches while arousal twists hot between my thighs.
In a surge of movement, Kon swims toward me, and I immediately kick my legs and swim away.
He's large and swims with powerful movements that make it easy for him to close the gap between us, but I'm faster than he is and dodge him with ease.
Each time he reaches for me, I splash water in his face and dive down underneath the surface, swimming underneath him and rising up behind him.
He turns and swims after me, managing to grab my wrist, but it easily slips from his grasp in the water. I splash him again, turn, and duck away just like before.
He goes up, I go down.
He tries to catch me by creating a net with his arms and I swim in circles around him.
Each time he gets close under the water, I push off from the floor and dive upwards just as water caresses my legs like an extension of his touch.
Kon doesn't give up.
Every time he hears me laugh, the darkness in his eyes increases and each growl of my name sends my heart fluttering like it's grown wings and is eager to escape my chest.
We dance and swim, chase and duck, twist and race until tiredness takes over and I make it to the flat steps leading out of the pool.
It's here he finally catches me with a hand on my waist, the other bracing down against the steps while he hovers over me.
A thick, pulsing mass of muscle that pants while water droplets rain down on me as I lie back on the steps, matching him pant for pant.
"You caught me," I giggle between gasps. "Whatever will I do?"
He glares down at me, but there's no heat in his eyes.
No real fury or threat that would make me recoil.
If anything, there's a note of admiration. I reach up and run my fingers across his wet brow.
"You shouldn't scowl so much," I tease with a soft laugh. "You'll get deeper wrinkles.
"You are infuriating," Kon replies. He shakes his head, sending water splashing everywhere.
"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy the hell out of that?" I ask, placing both my hands on his drenched ribs. His shirt continues to stick to his body and even with the scorching sun above, the water lapping around us continues to soak his clothes.
"Enjoy?" he growls out. "Do I look like I enjoyed it?"
"I dunno," I tease, running my fingers down his temple to his cheek. "You never smile, so I have to decide which frown looks like a happy frown. Besides…" I lean up onto my elbow and cup his jaw. "I can see you staring at my tits."
My lack of a bikini top puts me on display, and as expected, Kon is an admirer, even if he tries to be a gentleman about it.
"I'm not mad," I assure him. "I am your wife, after all. All of this is for you to look at." I lean up further while resting my hand along his jaw, then I slide my thumb down over his chin and press my lips to his.
All I want is for him to show interest.
Even if it's just a kiss.
As long as I can assure myself that our wedding night wasn't the only time he'll fuck me, I can work on everything else.
His lips, chilled from the water, part slightly as I kiss him and for a single second, I fear he's going to pull back and reprimand me properly.
In that second, my heart lurches and uncertainty pools in my gut—uncertainty that vanishes the moment he kisses me back, and all doubt vanishes from my mind.
Kon kisses like a man possessed and the force of it pushes me back down onto the steps.
His lips cover mine, then they switch and weave our mouths together in a frantic dance of repeated kisses.
His free hand cups the side of my face and then slides down to my neck, then further still until his rough fingers graze across my breast.
He grabs a handful and squeezes while running his thumb over my nipple, and a pulse of desire flushes through me.
I relax back and drape both my arms around his shoulders, then clasp my wrist with one hand and draw him in closer.
The steps aren't the most comfortable place, but he's kissing me and I don't want to give that up.
Kon's hand massages my breast while his thumb teases my nipple in circles, then his nail catches against my nub and presses in just enough to send a sharper sensation through my chest that draws a gasp from my throat between kisses.
"Mine," Kon growls. "You are all fucking mine."
His body drapes over mine and for a few long minutes, the steps pressing into my back are gone from my mind.
Each possessive kiss stokes the heat inside me, sending thrills and tingles all over my body.
He teases my nipple until it throbs in time to my heartbeat, and thrusts his tongue so deeply into my mouth that I almost can't tell where he ends and I begin.
It's frantic and hot, and before long his cock is hard and pressing against my thigh.
Excitement ignites in my chest, so I slide both my hands to cradle his face and stop the next kiss.
"You gonna put that thing to use?" I tease with a grin. "Or are we just gonna make out like teenagers?"
Kon growls and kisses me one more time, then he slides an arm around my waist and drags me up into his arms like I weigh absolutely nothing.
A delighted squeal erupts from me, but Kon doesn't carry me out of the pool as I expect.
Instead, he carries me to the edge of the pool and drops me, then forces me to turn until I'm facing the rim.
Just as I place my hands on the smoothed, curved edge of the pool, he crowds up behind me in the water and presses his thick, hard cock against the curve of my ass.
"You wanted to be in the pool," Kon growls against the shell of my ear as he kisses it. "So we stay in the pool."
I've never felt smaller. When we danced together, I had the dress to add to my bulk, and when we fucked on the counter, there was still an odd distance between us.
This is different.
He crowds me like a shadow, the buttons of his soaked shirt aligning with my spine as he presses me into the tiles.
My heart begins to race and I laugh softly as he kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
The string holding my bikini bottom in place comes undone with one tug, and the fabric slips away between my thighs, then is immediately replaced by Kon's hand.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, his entire hand cups my pussy and lifts me up in the water a few inches, then he lets me sink back down and when I do, his free cock nudges between my lips.
"Kon," I moan softly, turning my head to the side so I can see him. "You're teasing me."
"You can give it but you cannot take it?" Kon asks softly, his voice low and husky. "Perhaps you will feel different when I show you what teasing me earns you."
My cheeky retort dies on my lips when he enters me.
Both his hands grip my hips and he pulls me down in the water, spearing me onto his thick cock with one swift move.
My breath catches in my throat as that delicious weight pushes deep inside me and settles, locking us together.
He's bigger than anyone I've ever had before, and yet somehow he slots into me like he was made for me.
It's an oddly comforting sensation and I let my moans slip freely past my lips as my body adjusts.
Kon slides one arm around my waist to hold me in place.
His other slides up my body and gropes my breast, then continues up to my throat.
Any apprehension as to what he's doing vanishes when his hand continues up to my chin and he cradles my face like it's the most precious thing he's ever touched.
Following his guidance, I tip my head to the side and then back against his shoulders, where his mouth then closes over mine and he starts to fuck me.
Every thrust is hard like a punch, and fast enough that I barely have time to recover before the next slam of his cock, and the next.
Water sloshes around us, and the only thing I have to hold onto is the edge of the pool.
Gripping the edge, I choke on moans and gasp as he fucks into me with wild abandon and no signs of stopping.
It's so fucking hot.
My blood ignites with such fire it's a wonder the water around us doesn't turn to steam.
My heart pounds faster and faster, and my core clenches and my feet drift in the water, unable to reach the bottom while I’m seated on his cock.
Kon grunts and breaks the kiss, then both his hands move to my shoulders.
He presses me firmly against the pool tiles with every thrust while stroking his hands down my arms until they're parallel and his hands cover my own.
His fingers curl and weave into the gaps between my own, holding hands with me while he fucks me so hard it's almost like he's trying to fuck me through the side of the pool.
My first orgasm twists through me with a burst of heat and a rush of spasms through my gut that I can't control, but Kon definitely feels, if his grunts are anything to go by.
I can't silence my moans even if I wanted to. He's fucking me with such purpose that each thrust forces what little air I manage to gasp in, out of my lungs.
"We're not done yet," Kon purrs low in my ear. "Not even a little."
And he means it. He continues to fuck into me with unwavering force and speed, all while holding my hands and trapping me against the side of the pool.
I'm completely at his mercy, unable to move or swim away, unable to even use my hands if I want to.
It's the safest I've ever felt.
My head lolls back on his shoulder and he peppers my mouth and face with countless kisses, then closes his lips over my mouth and sucks my tongue into his own mouth.
My second orgasm rushes up faster than the first and my body starts shifting and coiling, fighting the tight waves of heated desire low in my gut.
It's too fast and too much and yet so fucking perfect all at the same time.
Kon comes a second before I go, his thick cock twitching inside me and his hips losing their rhythm as he thrusts and then grinds into me.
His breath trembles across my bare shoulder, and his hands tighten over mine, while I give myself to the second orgasm with a breathless, hoarse moan.
Just like last time, I don't want this to end.
Being in his arms is surprisingly comforting, but that comfort comes with a pang of guilt.
He wouldn't hold me like this if he knew the truth.
"Satisfied?" Kon murmurs against my ear. He very slowly eases his cock out of me, then releases my hand and drops his hand to cup my aching pussy.
I moan softly and nod. "How is this supposed to persuade me not to tease you?"
"It is not," Kon corrects as he uses his hold on my pussy to lift me through the water and then into his arms. "It is to show you the consequences. If you can handle them, then you are fine."
"Handle is a complicated word," I moan, snuggling into his thick arms. Kon wades out of the pool while carrying me, then he sets me down on a nearby sun lounger and finally strips out of all of his soaked clothes.
I roll onto my stomach and cross my hands at my head, resting my cheek on my forearm. He's so fucking beautiful.
With the sun beating down and already drying our skin, he gleams like some kind of Greek god.
It makes my mouth water, as does the thought of his stamina. For an older man, he fucks harder than anyone my own age.
"I will not ask you again," Kon says as he sits on the lounger next to me. "Do not dress like this in front of my men. You are mine. No one else's. Do you understand?"
My lips curve into an easy smile. "You're sexy when you're possessive."
His brows lift, a silent repeat of his question.
"I understand," I say finally. "You know, that's the first time I've come twice from penetration. You've got quite the talent." My eyes dart down to his soft cock hanging heavy between his legs. "And quite the weapon."
Kon's hard expression finally softens and a small, almost shy smile pulls across his lips. "I will take that as a compliment."
"It's intended that way." I gaze up at him, mapping out the lines of his face while my body twitches and aches from our fucking, and the sun dries my back. "You look tense."
"I am tense."
"Why?"
"I do not wish to bore you."
"I'm not just a pretty face, y'know." I wink at him. "What's wrong?"
Kon sighs and then shrugs as if he's just settled an internal debate with himself. "I have a traitor in my midst. One has been weeded out but there is another. Or the one who planted them."
"A traitor?" I push up onto my elbows, arching my back and muting the groan that rises. "Are they close? Or someone further afield?"
"That I do not know."
"Then let me help. I mean it when I say I'm not just a pretty face. My family is small but I picked up on a few things. I can help." I push myself up fully and sit on the lounger facing me. "Please?"
"Rose—"
"Before you say anything," I interrupt. "We're married, remember? Your problems are my problems. And I care about you, and not just because of your cock, so… I think I can help you. If you let me."