This is part 2, you don't have to read part 1 to understand. I'd suggest though you do.
Hope you enjoy it.
I desperately tried to calm my wild beating heart. I felt completely boneless, like I was only melting and floating. This little encounter by the pool just showed me where my limits were. I felt like I've just lost myself... and at the same time found some new, intense facettes about myself.
I felt him sliding behind me in the tub, his arms encircling me. And he held me while he washed my body with gentle, tender, caring touches. This was so erotic, but nothing sexual at all. I felt his chest heave behind me, his warm skin at my back and his strong arms that held me, being my rock in the surf. His breath was a sweet torture on my neck and I felt my body relax against his, giving in,
His tenderness touched something inside me. He was getting under my skin, answering my unspoken desires and giving me unbearable pleasure, while he never failed to show me how much he cared for me.
"Shsh Baby, I got you." he whispered into my ear and I swallowed. It was getting harder and harder to keep up my distance when his tenderness slowly found its way into my heart.
"Hey, you okay?" he whispered and his dark voice was soothing. I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice. After a few minutes I got up, smiling at him slowly and leaving the tub. His eyes followed me, I felt them like a touch on my wet skin. I turned to look at him and saw the water glistening on his broad chest, his face relaxed and a soft smile curling around his lips. It took me a while to remember his question.
"5 minutes... and then follow me." I said and his eyes darkened and there was this sexy smile again that I loved to much.
"5 minutes, Baby, not a second more." he said and I quickly left the bathroom. It took me just a few moments to gather everything I'd need and then I arranged myself on the bed. Mark entered the bedroom, quietly and I knew exactly what he would see. Me, on the white satin sheets, naked, my legs slightly spread, my dark curls framing me and my arms spread above my head. The candles made everything look sensual, intimate and it threw dancing shadows on my skin that was still slightly wet.
Oh, I knew how much he loved this submissive pose, how much it turned him on. I heard him growl silently and I opened my eyes, watching him.
"Sit down." I advised, knowing that my voice was husky, the emotions evident. As much as I enjoyed our earlier encounter, I was having none of that now. Now I was in control, at least I wouldn't let him win without a fight. And I knew how to fight him. I saw him smile, pure male pride. He sat down on the chair that I had placed in front of the bed, so that he would have a clear view. He had a small towel wrapped around his waist and water was still glistening on his dark skin.
"Watch me. Don't touch." I whispered and stretched a bit more, arching my back slightly to push my boobs up. His eyes touched my body like a caress and I shivered, nearly feeling it. I've never played this game before, but I knew this was his fantasy. And who was I to deny him something he craved?
When I was sure to have his complete attention, I let me hands wonder over my boobs. I heard his sharp intake of breath and without thinking changed my plans. I didn't want a long, teasing foreplay, I wanted him to admit defeat, to give into me. And his groan told me I was on the right path, when I arched my back a bit further. My body reacted to this sound immediately, my nipples got even harder and pressed against the palms of my hands. I sighed.
Our eyes locked and I saw the fire burning deep inside him. My thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me gasp. I imagined that he remembered how he did that to me earlier. I knew my body, knew what turned me on. But knowing that his eyes never left my body, that he was watching me intently made it that much better. Damn, this guy could make me loose all thoughts with just one look!
I closed my eyes and and enjoyed the feeling of teasing my nipples that were begging to be touched, directly sending hot fire to the junction of my thighs. I couldn't help but moan, burying my head in the pillow.
Mark moaned and I knew he loved watching me. I bet it was hard for him to not touch me and I might allow him to do that... later. This was my time now, and I didn't intent on making this any easier for him.
"You're so beautiful, Baby." he whispered and his dark, throaty voice fueled the fire inside me.
I let my hands slide to my stomach, feeling my muscles twitch slightly. Opening my legs a bit further made me gasp when I suddenly felt a soft breeze cool my hot core.
"Spread your legs wider." his voice nearly inaudible and I obeyed. His voice seduced me, turned me on and made me melt inside. I moaned deeply.
"God, you're so hot... so wet." he purred and I whimpered, when I pushed my hand deeper, over my pelvis. I could feel my own heat, my wetness.
When my finger slid between the wet folds of my pussy, finding the little, hard nub that held all my desire, we both moaned throatily. Hunger. Desire. Need.
"Baby, you're killing me!" Mark gasped but I knew he wouldn't want me to stop. I touched myself with lazy, slow strokes, spreading my wetness, while my other hand teased one of my hard nipples that were screamed to not be forgotten.
I heard Mark shift on the chair and I opened my eyes. He was now kneeling in front of the bed, his eyes dark with need, his teeth biting his bottom lip. God, that devilish, cocky grin on his face when I moved my hand under the pillow, made me nearly come undone! I took the vibrator and gently moved it over my boobs. I had hoped he would like this.
With a long-learned movement of my wrist I turned my little toy on, feeling the soft vibrations from my boobs directly to my pussy, making me even wetter. I gasped and my fingers between my legs moved a bit faster. Slowly sliding my toy over my stomach, I felt Mark's hands encircle my ankles and spread my legs further apart, giving him better access. I was so hot it was nearly painful and I whimpered softly, feeling the vibrations tease my pelvis.
"God yes... oh Baby..." he murmured and I pressed the tip of my toy against my clit. This movement made my hips arch off the bed and Marks grabbed my ankles tighter.
"More!" he demanded huskily, but I was too aroused to protest. It might have started as my game, but I didn't mind him taking over. The fat tip of my toy pressed against my swollen core and my hips pushed against it without me even noticing it.
"Do it." he said and I heard how much he had to fight himself to not take me. I screamed in pleasure when I slid my toy inside me, feeling stretched and filled. My orgasm was approaching quickly so I stopped every movement, just enjoying the feeling and the vibration that send shivers down my spine.
"Show me your orgasm, Gorgeous. Let me watch you!"
Without hesitation I began moving the toy in and out of my soaking wet core, feeling the movement so deep inside that I gasped. Oh yes, watch me Baby. See what I feel.
