Kate #2
“Oh, so this is my fault?” I kiss his ear. Nibble at the lobe. “Bet you’re really curious to know how wet my pussy is right now.”
Hearing that, his hands shoot toward my lap, and I fend them off with a few swats of my free hand. All the while kneading the ridged head of his cock through his shorts. His thighs quake under my touch.
He stares at me, pupils blown out, desperation in every flick of his gaze down to my mouth.
“Is this what gets you off? Knowing I want you so bad it hurts?” His words come out mere shards of a wrecked voice. “I don’t remember what this used to feel like with us, but I know what it feels like now. And I want you. Right now.”
He practically growls. A need. A demand. My pussy tightens around the emptiness, aching to feel him.
Jackson grabs my hips, tugging me onto his lap, and when I’m straddling him, the only thing I can feel is his cock pressing—pulsing—against my center. I drape my arms over his broad shoulders while his head falls back with a deep sigh.
Unable to help myself, I move my smiling mouth to meet his.
And as soon as our mouths collide, the glowing ember turns into a roaring flame.
An ardent kiss where we catch each other’s groans and feed them back to one another in a clash of tangled tongues and love nips.
My fingers clutch his hair, holding on for dear life, while he consumes every part of me.
His lips find their way to the column, then the crook, of my neck. Licking, sucking, biting his way around me.
The small red triangles provide a pathetic level of coverage, so a simple nudge of his knuckles exposes my right breast. He cups it, gliding his wet thumb over my hardened nipple.
He curls into me, inhaling my skin and licking a trail through spots of water beaded on my chest, until he’s swirling a tongue around my nipple in a way that sends silk strands slipping down my spine.
I moan into his hair—a last-ditch effort to muffle it. And he twists to grin up at me.
“Careful, Kit, or we might end up with an audience.”
My eyes roll around the pool deck, checking for lurkers watching us. And before the surface tension on my anxiety breaks, Jackson brings me right back to him with a harsh suck on my nipple—bringing the entire thing into his mouth and letting go with a resounding pop.
My body leans into his and he cups my ass, holding me so each thrust of his hips sends pleasure rocketing through my core. Suddenly the thin bathing suit fabric is too much. My skin’s too hot, too tight, too desperate to be touched.
“We should go.”
Jackson’s finger dips beneath the fabric of my swimsuit to swish across the trimmed hair over my pubic bone. “We should stay.”
“What if somebody comes out here?” My mouth may be protesting, but my hips tilt to force his touch a little lower. Little lower. Until he’s flirting with my clit and my entire body is tingling with anticipation. “We could get caught.”
“That’s what makes it so fun.”
Who is this uninhibited man and what did he do with the man I’ve known for the last sixteen years?
“But you never used to…” An argument dies on my tongue when a finger presses my clit.
“My wife said she wants to be fucked in the hot springs. If I wouldn’t have done anything about that before, I was a fucking idiot.”
Holy shit. I know I said that, but…well, honestly, I didn’t expect it to ever happen. It was said in the spirit of playing along with his questions. In the past, my husband was always gentle, soft, a rule follower to his core, and I loved him for it. But this? Oh, I love this, too.
He thrusts upward, cock rubbing the spot that makes me writhe and arch my back. “So tell me what you want, Kate. You want my fingers? Or maybe we’ll sit you on the edge of the pool and I’ll eat that sweet cunt of yours? Or should I shove you so full of my cock, you feel it in your throat?”
His words make my cheeks heat. I open my mouth, then close it hesitantly. Is it crazy to say I want it all?
I can’t help but question if all of this is Jackson going through a bit of a crisis following his near-death experience and eventually he’ll fall back into his cautious, rule-abiding personality.
If that’s the case, I don’t want to let the moment slip away.
I want to fuck my husband in the hot springs, with his filthy words bringing me to the brink of orgasm on their own.
And I know he’s probably going to tell me to use my words, but they’re gone. I’m stupefied by the hunger in his eyes and the insatiable need between my legs. So I nod. Frantically. It’s the best I can give him.
He glides a finger inside me. There’s no denying I’m wet in a way that has nothing to do with the pool water lapping over our bodies, and Jackson groans low in his throat at the discovery.
My chest rises and falls in a wild commotion. I swear I’ve never wanted anything the way I want his hands on me right now. I grip his forearms to keep his hands right where they are.
“You’re so wet.” His eager lips find mine. “Tight.” Kiss. “Warm.” Kiss. “Mine.” Kiss.
I make quick work of undoing the tie at the top of his shorts and thrust my hand inside to grip him. Fist his shaft, circle my thumb over the smooth head.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He drops his head to my shoulder. The crook of his finger inside me nearly has me falling apart.
I pull myself together in the nick of time to twist around his cock and elicit a moan from him as guttural and loud as my own.
“Tell me I can be inside you,” he whispers against the column of my neck before nipping the delicate skin there.
“Here?” I croak.
“Here, Kit. Let me fuck you in the hot springs like you wanted.”
“Jackson, we don’t have to just because I—”
He strokes my pussy, folding my entire body in on itself. And I rock my hips against him, desperate for friction.