Chapter 53
His eyes linger on the pile of fabric around my feet before slowly moving their way up my bare skin. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like a goddess, standing in the moonlight.
“I know I’ve said it already a hundred times, but you are absolutely stunning.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “Like Venus herself, standing right here on earth.”
I still have on a sheer, cream-colored bralette with stripes of thin lace across each nipple, paired with a matching set of panties. I kick off my strappy stiletto heels and turn around, posing like I’m ready to dive into the pool.
“You were such a goddamn gentleman that first day we met.” I smile, remembering how he kept his eyes pointed at the sky while I stood there in my underwear. But tonight he’s drinking me in like a tonic, full of every type of drug he needs. “I was so relieved to find out that you’re not always a gentleman.”
“I don’t intend to be much of one tonight.” He unbuttons his shirt before tossing it to the side. My stomach does a tiny little flip. Even though I’ve seen him shirtless dozens of times, I still enjoy the view as if it’s my first time.
I pull my bralette over my head.
“I wouldn’t want to get this wet.” I toss it aside. “The panties are already a goner, though.” I grin innocently at him.
He chokes out a stunted breath, then clears his throat, his face curling wickedly.
He takes a step toward me, but I hold up one finger, making him wait just one more moment before I give in — the anticipation almost as delicious as the deed.
“You are a master of suspense,” he growls, though I can tell he’s enjoying it as much as me.
I smile back. “Some things are worth the wait.” I kick my panties off before diving head first into the water.
It feels like a heated bath.
When I reach the surface for air, he’s already in the pool beside me, wrapping both arms around my waist. The heat from his body fills the water, and he pushes back my wet hair, holding my face between his hands, bringing me in for a kiss. We dunk under water while our mouths are still intertwined, then emerge again, dripping wet and starved for each other.
He sweeps me toward the wall, completely weightless in the water, so my back is pressed against the smooth stone. His hard cock is already pushing between my legs, putting pressure right where I want it against my clit. I widen my stance so he can press harder. Our tongues fight each other, tasting and exploring, while his hands start to travel down my body. The warmth of his palms slides across my stomach beneath the water. His fingers slip against my hip bones, drawing a line back and forth between my thighs. I reach under the water and push his hands down, giving him permission to go where we both want him to go, and he tucks a finger inside me, his thumb circling just above my opening, until I want more than just his fingers. I grab his cock in my hand, and push it into me.
“Fuck.” I push into him, then out again, pulling back from his kiss abruptly when I realize I don’t want this feeling to end too fast. “Not in here.”
Without waiting for an answer, he lifts me by my waist and sets me down on the edge of the pool ledge. Then he pushes my knees apart and thrusts his mouth between my legs. It’s instant electricity.
I lean back, my hands against the bamboo deck, spreading my legs wider as he wraps his tongue through the silky folds of my exposed interior, expertly rimming my clit, my lips, my open walls, deeper and faster, as he pushes me closer and closer to spilling over the edge. I moan, then open my eyes, suddenly self-conscious of who might be within eyeshot of us outside.
I manage to speak between gasps and moans. “Can anyone see us here?”
He kisses my inner thigh. “There are no cameras here, if that’s what you’re asking. And it’s completely private.” His eyes take me in, and I feel everything in me tighten as his gaze rolls over the most electrifying parts of me, open and pulsing gently in front of him. “This view right here is all for me.”
I start to feel myself throbbing, begging him silently for more of his mouth.
He kisses me once between my legs, then draws his gaze up again. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Take me.” I’m nearly out of breath as I near the edge of sweet release, like everything in me is drawn tight, ready to unfurl. “Just fucking take me, Dom.”
He lifts himself out of the pool and scoops me up from the edge, dropping me onto one of the nearby lounge chairs. My body is panting for his, my clit practically pulsing at his slightest touch. His skin is slick and warm when he lowers himself down on top of me, pushing himself inside. I gasp at his size, wrapping my arms around his torso to steady myself while I feel his skin glide across every inch of mine. I immediately start to shudder and shake, clenching myself around him.
“Dom,” I moan, “give me every fucking inch of your cock.”
I’m begging for a release — I try to hang on as long as I can, pressing my forehead into his chest. I grab his arms, holding his body over mine, using them to push myself against him harder and harder. In and out. He’s biting at my neck, sending shivers down my entire body, until everything in me explodes, shooting stars into the blackness behind my lids. I hear my voice scream out his name again and again as pulses of ecstasy roll through me, then him, then both of us together.
Even after we’re done, I don’t want him to leave my body. I lie beneath him, kissing his neck, reveling in the feeling of his back muscles bulging under my touch. The weight of him feels secure, like I don’t want him to leave this spot inside me. Possibly ever.
He kisses me where the curve of my neck meets my collarbone.
“I could stay here forever.” I sigh, wrapping my arms around him, breathing in his scent.
“Oh my God.” A glowing smile takes over his face. “Money can buy a lot of things, but I’d give everything I have to stay exactly like this, inside you, until the end of time.”
I hold his cheek in my palm, staring past him into the sky filled with bright white stars. Without leaving me, he reaches over to pick up a nearby plumeria from the pool deck.
Propped up on one elbow, he slowly drags the flower petals across my cheek, gently up to my hairline, down to my jaw, then brushes it along my chin before pulling my lips into his.
“Olivia, the world is yours here. Everything you’ve ever wanted would be yours. Me included.”
I revel in the feeling of his fingertips when they slide the delicate flower behind my ear, tucking it back in place again, right where it belongs. Then he smooths my hair back and kisses my earlobe beneath the bloom.
I smile, allowing myself to picture what a life here with Dom would look like, knowing that, no matter what happens, wrapped up with him like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.