Pool Night

It glistened like ice and felt just as smooth to the touch, but then this pool is nothing compared to the vision of your body before me. I still taste the white wine you brought to dinner on my lips. It was taking effect and bringing down inhibitions. Well, mostly mine.

I don't know how, but you goaded me into the pool with this childish bet about who can swim the longest underwater. I'll say this from now, your win is a technicality. I had even built a solid defence against your triumph by tickling all your arguments into submission. That is, I had until you slipped into my arms and grazed your breast against mine.

Our swim was impulsive, so the only barrier I had against you was this black lace ensemble that I'm still not entirely sure why I put on. You, being the free bird that you were, went in topless with the snuggliest brief I had ever seen, and lace no less. I'm starting to think you did this on purpose.

My hold on you kept slipping each time I tried to get a grip on your arms, but your breast and stomach always managed to find the right corners of my body to make a home. Damn, this wine must be settling in. I swore I felt your hardened nipples graze against my side just now. I thought I also felt your hands grip my waist while your fingertips pressed deep into my skin for stability you shouldn't need. And I'm almost sure I heard you moan when your head rested in the crook of my neck.

Ok, now I felt that. Your tongue was doing a slow lick up my neck as your final "slip" angled your thigh between my legs. My palm obediently cupped your grinding hip as my fingers knead your flesh to steady the insistent rhythm you picked. Even with the water around us tepid, it felt like hot heat lapping at my thighs as your mound grew my lust for more.

Shit! I used the last of my resolve to push you back and steadied my breathing. I couldn't quite look at you yet, as I bowed my head and started to count to 5.

Thoughts began to race in my head. 'How the fuck did this start again? I know my mind likes to humour me in carnal fantasies, but I couldn't have willed the universe to comply with my thoughts, could I?' Your unusual silence in the short space of time made me anxious enough to snap out of my thoughts and looked up.

The pools of desire in your eyes took the breath right out of my lungs. It was like you were slowly peeling away my garments and leaving a trail of kisses and nips as each section of skin is unveiled. You made no secret of your desire overbrimming. This entire ruse of bringing wine to dinner, getting me into the pool and inching closer as we play was all a thinly veiled attempt to have me see your desire. Your stare was intimidating and intoxicating at the same time. You merely licked your lips and smiled as your eyes drifted to my lips to let me know you would have a taste.

Fuck. I'm wet, pulsing, and I just remembered we've been in a pool this entire time. I looked back to the house, then back to you, unsure how to move us forward. Sensing my indecision, you said, "Let's get out," and I happily leapt at the chance to get on solid ground. As I pulled myself up out of the pool to get my towel, I felt your eyes following me. Walking around the deck, I switched the lights off and opened the back entrance to the house, still sensing your eyes on me. As I leaned over the bar to find the key to the door, you braced your chilled body against mine and moved your hands deftly to my breasts.

My legs buckled from the build-up of excitement coursing through my veins. The thought that my deepest fantasy was happening left me aching. You used your fingertips to rub circles around my already stiff nipples. Out of impulse, my pussy clenched, and I arch my ass into you.

Your body felt like smooth silk against my ass as I braced against you to have you take my wine. Just then, I heard a low groan escaped your lips as you shifted one hand down my hips to grip me tightly. I moved my hands behind us to press you against me with more force.

Your lips started at my neck with gentle suction as you made small circles with your tongue; the same circles your fingers hadn't stopped doing since you cupped my breast in your hand. As you pulled at my nipple a few more times, my clit swelled with desire. Each pull conjuring thoughts of taking me in your mouth and licking at my essences.

As I allowed you to take me to a place I haven't travelled in a while, I brace myself for what was happening. Like a great tidal wave, anxiety hit me as I thought about what is happening right now, and I fear any quick movements could shatter this dream. You slowly begin to trail soft, tender kisses along my neck, then down my spine, as your fingers skillfully moved with my slow dance. Before I could steady my breathing and reassure myself that our drinks had not made me delusional, you gently bite my ass as your fingers found their way to the fiery depths of my hunger.

My legs now were rooted to the spot until you softly coax them apart. Not too much, but just enough to slide your hand between my thighs. Just enough to have me gasping for steadiness as sensations drove me to my peak. You caressed me with experienced fingers; First pressing firmly into my mound as you knead the tension away. Then slowly parting my lips, turning my anxiety into restless waiting for you to have me then and there. To counter my growing frustration, I felt distracted from the kisses on my lower back and thighs instead.

Just as my desire pushed against the floodgates, you run one finger along the opening of my flesh. My weight finally crumbled along the bar just as I let out a long purr. It was what I wanted, what I wanted to feel. I wanted to have you inside me, and now you were separating my lips for your purpose.

Whether it was of my accord or my hunger winning, I arched up and opened my legs wider for you; hoping that I could coax you to have that taste you wanted. I sensed than saw your smile at my blatant attempt, but I heard your more disarming words.

"No, baby. We have all night, and I plan to take every inch of it." Just then, you used one hand to hold my thighs full, as you used the other to run your thumb over my clit. You started softly at first but steadily increased your pace with each second; Each stroke changing its previous tempo and pressure; Fast and hard, slow and soft.

At that point, you couldn't have felt any resistance, as my pussy was soaking wet. I didn't even feel embarrassed. I couldn't fathom being embarrassed. I was merely lost in you, and I wanted you to see that.

I could feel you inching closer to have a taste. Like you were having a considerable debate with yourself as to how much you were about to break your promise of extending the night? At one point your breath was so close, I thought I felt the tip of your tongue sneakily try to lick me like cupcake frosting. However, it seemed that that was the last lock to your resolve because you used two fingers to spread me, lean in, and take a slow and thorough lick from my clit to along my opening.

My hands were utterly rigid from gripping the bar edge. My insistent moaning broke into a grunt of shocked pleasure. A shot of irresistible passion spread through my entire body, starting from my fingers and toes to my limbs and shoulders, then wholly pooling in my contracted stomach. I hadn't even begun to cum, and I swore I saw stars.

You had reached your limit with playing as you rose to pull me to your chest. Before I had time to register anything, you used two fingers to slide into my clenching heat. Aiming to not be rough but authoritative in your desire, you cupped your other hand around my throat.

Without resistance, I allow you to probe deeper, going further into the overwhelming passion slowly consuming me. Your firm grip on my throat only intensifies the pleasure as you artfully massage my clit, never missing a beat with each slow thrust.

"I thought we were gonna take all night", I murmured in between gasps as my voice becomes a ragged whisper. With a gentle kiss on my neck and low hoarseness in your voice sending electrifying shivers down my back, you whisper, "but we've only just begun".

You push deeper than before. Precise in the points you want to hit; Aiming for my core, my G-spot. My walls clenched around your fingers, pulling tightly at the friction you build. Each stroke was causing my insides to contract and release as waves upon waves rock my body.

I grabbed your hand on my throat and slid two of your fingers in my mouth, sucking hungrily as I shook from the tremors you created.

Your breathing turned ragged beside my ear, and I could hear you barely containing your craving to fuck my frame apart. My body braced more squarely along the bar now, with my ass arched higher to take you deeper. Right then, you found my spot and became relentless in your efforts. With the increased tempo, you angle your fingers downwards to show unwavering attention to my flesh. Just as my body began to tighten and form a potent mass of drenched passion and unyielding heat, you bit my shoulder and sent me crashing like endless ocean waves bathing the sand in its excitement.

My orgasm sent ripples down my spine as I cried out, echoing the sheer nirvana pulsing through my limbs. All my emotions, fears, wants and hope came crashing to the surface as I cherish you holding me tight and steering me through my orgasm. I felt your kisses on my shoulder and neck as I relish the moment of what happened. I still can't believe we did that, but what I imagined is nothing compared to the reality we now share.