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 tugged my swimsuit down over my stomach, down to my groin. Then he lifted me for a second and suddenly the swimsuit was sliding down my legs and off. It floated to the surface, and I settled back down onto his lap, panting in shock and excitement. There were suddenly so many sensations: warm currents in the water caressed the delicate lips of my pussy, jets of bubbles were rushing over the inside of my thighs, and I felt suddenly so...free. His cock was rock hard, now, and I was basically straddling it, the shaft between the cheeks of my ass and the head just nudging my pussy. The wet fabric of his swim shorts was so thin that it might as well not have been there. I swallowed, that drumbeat inside me pounding faster and faster.
He took one breast in his hand and squeezed it while pulling me back against his chest. The other hand went down between my legs and began to rub my now-naked pussy: steady, expert strokes that made me tremble and thrash, my toes breaking the surface. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth as fingers pushed slowly into me, finding me soaking and ready. I could feel his chest moving against my back: he was panting and when he broke the kiss for a second, I could hear the raw lust in his voice. “God!” I moaned.
He suddenly lifted me off his lap, helping me stand so that I was hip-deep in the water. He slid out from behind me and then gently pushed me down into the padded seat. Looming over me, he adjusted my position, pulling me forward until I was right on the edge of the seat. Then he sank to his knees, ducked his head beneath the surface and—
I threw my head back and gasped, my mouth open wide as he buried his tongue in my pussy. He wasn’t building up slowly or teasing me, this was full-on and hungry, his strong hands holding my legs wide, thumbs circling on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, as his tongue dived deep and his upper lip rubbed at my clit. It was incredible: the warm, bubbling water was stroking every part of me, like I was being kissed everywhere at once, and his tongue was fucking me in a rhythm that made me his helpless puppet, my hands grabbing at the rim of the tub while my legs kicked, and my ass twisted in the seat. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his dark hair, out of control.
I began to buck against his face. The drumbeat that was crashing through me was going so fast, now, that it was an endless vibration, making my body tremble. “Fuck,” I said, even though he couldn’t hear me. “Fuck. Fuck, Radimir…”
The orgasm roared towards me, and I closed my eyes. The fact we were in public was forgotten; everything was forgotten. He put his lips over my clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking, and I lost it. My thighs clamped closed against his cheeks and I trapped him there as the climax thundered through me, wave after wave. Only when it finally let go of me did I let go, opening my thighs, and he stood up, panting but laughing, water streaming down his shoulders and flanks. “Trying to drown your husband for the insurance?” he asked.
I was barely capable of speech. “Sorry,” I croaked.
He grinned at me, his eyes gleaming. “It would have been a good way to go.” He waded over to the edge of the hot tub and pulled a foil packet from the bundle of towels he’d brought up to the roof with him. Then he turned to me, pushed down his swim shorts and stepped out of them. He stared into my eyes as he rolled the condom onto his cock, then sat down in one of the other seats, his cock standing straight up underwater. “Come here.”
My legs were still shaking, and it took me a moment to stand. Steam rose from my body as I waded over to him. Little aftershocks were still trembling through me from the orgasm, and I could hear myself panting.
I stepped forward so that my legs were either side of his and he scooched forward to the very edge of the seat. I slowly squatted down, my hands on his shoulders, and he guided his cock to me. God, the water made everything so much more intense! I could feel the currents stroking at my sensitive, engorged lips as they flowered open...and then the shocking heat of the head of his cock, pushing at my entrance. I gasped, adjusted my angle and sank onto him. The buoyancy made it easy; I could go really...slow… I closed my eyes and bit my lip as the head of him stretched me...and then he was gliding up into me, eased by my wetness, and it was the best thing in the world.