Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
He began stroking up and down the outside of my thighs and hips, easing the tension from them. I closed my eyes and sighed. With my legs bouncing gently in the stream of bubbles, I felt like I was floating in space. I could hear the surf crashing on the beach, Radimir’s slow breathing beneath me, and nothing else. Bliss.
Radimir’s hands moved to the fronts of my thighs, working out the knots there. Then, slowly, they moved inwards. I caught my breath as his fingertips skimmed up the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, just a few inches from my groin. I could feel his cock hardening beneath me. His fingers gradually circled inwards...upwards. I stiffened as they reached the edge of the narrow band of fabric that covered my groin. “Shall we go inside?” I asked.
“Why would we go inside?” His fingers moved to my pussy, rubbing in slow circles through the swimsuit.
My eyes flew open. The roof was private but not that private. There were other villas on either side of ours, and if they were up on their roofs, all they had to do was glance to the side. Not to mention the high-rise hotel behind us which overlooked everything. “People could see!” I whispered.
“Then they’ll be jealous of me,” he told me. And his fingers began to stroke up and down through the thin fabric. I bit my lip, still conflicted. Public sex was something I’d never been brave enough to try, even though the idea was kind of hot. But as he rubbed and circled, the pleasure started to override the fear. He knew exactly how much pressure to use, exactly what speed to go at...my hips began to helplessly circle. I glanced down at the water. The surface was foaming with bubbles...maybe they won’t be able to see what he’s doing.
He used the pad of his thumb to grind my clit, just rocking it back and forth through my suit while his fingers stroked. I started to breathe hard. God, I could feel my lips parting under his pressure, could feel how wet I was getting. Had he planned this? When we’d stood at the airport, choosing the swimsuit, had he looked at that narrow band of fabric that would cover my groin and imagined rubbing exactly there, and what it would do to me?
Now he brought his other hand into play, reaching up and massaging my breast through the suit. A fresh wave of pleasure rolled through my body, making me arch my back. It wasn’t like wearing clothes, or even wearing just a bra. The swimsuit was thin and with it being wet, too, the heat of his hand went straight through the material: it felt like I was naked. My nipple rolled across his palm and started to harden into a peak, and I ground my ass against him. It only made his cock harden more.
Radimir kissed me on the side of my neck, my weak spot, and I moaned. Then he slipped one of my shoulder straps down, and my breast popped out into the steam-filled night air.
I sucked in my breath. It felt scary but thrilling. Are we really doing this?
He smoothed his hand across my breast, his palm stroking my nipple, and I gasped. Yes. Yes, we’re doing this.
He dipped his head, leaning over my shoulder to take my nipple into his mouth and I squirmed, ribbons of pleasure whip-cracking down to connect with the heat that was building in my groin. He tugged the other strap of my suit down and now I was topless, my breasts throbbing and sensitive as the breeze wafted against them.
I bit my lip. The idea of people watching us made every sensation, every touch of his hands on me, feel more intense. It was past midnight, so we didn’t have to worry about kids seeing and it was our own private villa: we weren’t doing anything wrong. But something was making me hesitate. I’m curvy, not a willowy model, and my insecurities were whispering.
He put his lips to my ear and, as he used both hands to squeeze and rub my breasts, he whispered, “Your body is incredible. Since I first saw you, I dreamed about doing this.” He squeezed my breasts, just the right kind of roughly, and kissed the side of my neck.
I whinnied and looked out at the darkness. “People might see me.”
“I hope so,” he told me. “They can see what an incredible wife I’ve got and be jealous.”
I went warm inside and the fear dropped away. The only opinion that mattered was his.
I leaned back against his chest and let the sensations take over. His lips worked up and down my neck and a slow drumbeat of pleasure began in my core, vibrating out through my whole body. I reached back and ran my hands down his sides, fingers trailing over the hard ridges of his abs and the muscled hardness of his thighs.