Blake came up from her breasts to kiss her as he pulled her bottoms all the way down. He had one hand on his cock and was sliding it over her skin, up and down the lower part of her stomach and the crease where her thighs met the curls between her legs. She untied the back of her bathing suit, leaving herself completely exposed. The two pieces of her bikini floated up somewhere behind him. This was so, so not Julia.
And that was why she loved it.
She put her hand over Blake’s and took over stroking him. “Hold up one second, tiger,” he whispered in her ear, and she thought she’d done something wrong as he swam over to his towel and flip flops by the side of the pool. But then he heaved his top half up and pulled out—yes, that was definitely a condom in his wallet, tucked in his sandal.
“You certainly came prepared,” she said as he waded back over to her. Did he just assume there’d always be a willing woman around?
“So you know, I’ve been tested about a billion times since my ex.” Julia raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask—no question from the way he said it that the ex had cheated on him. But now wasn’t really the time to get into details. “And I’ve been safe every time since then.”
Okay, another thing not to ask follow up questions about. Every time? How many times were there?
“I know I’m okay,” she said, trying not to think of the vast disparity between their sexual experiences. She’d had unprotected sex for the eight years she’d spent infrequently lying under Danny, but they were each other’s firsts. And unlike Blake with his ex, she knew she didn’t have to worry about what Danny had been up to.
“But there are other things we can do, if you don’t want to—”
She swam over to him, feeling his eyes searching her. Normally it made her incredibly uncomfortable to have anyone try to get too close, but maybe it was the fact that it was just one night with Blake that let her feel so at ease. When he cradled her head in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss was so soft she couldn’t believe this was the same bad boy who’d been saying such things to her with that mouth. She opened her lips and sought his tongue with hers.
His fingers traveled down the length of her body, right where she wanted him to be. When he slid a finger inside her, she spread her legs wider for him, her hands on his shoulders guiding him in. He found her clit, tracing lightly until she couldn’t stop herself from pressing down, rubbing against his hand. The feel of him on her thigh as she moved only heightened her desire.
Usually she felt like it took her forever to be ready, but Blake’s slightest touch was driving her insane. There’d been so much build up since she first laid eyes on him across the room. She wanted him inside her, now.
“You’re so wet.” His tongue was hot against her ear, his hand moving fast as her hips coaxed him on.
“Because of you.” At her words, he guided her toward the shallow end of the pool until her bare ass grazed the steps. He leaned her back, pressing his body on top of her. Julia lifted her hips so she was out of the water, holding herself up with her hands on the edge of the highest step.
“Put me inside you,” he whispered. The instructions sent another wave of liquid heat coursing through her. It was a good thing the water was lapping at her thighs or else she might burst into flames.
She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, sliding the condom on. She was the one with her legs spread, the one completely naked while he still had his shorts grabbing his tight ass. She was the one pressed against the edge of the pool, preparing for him to drive into her.
But she was the one in control.
She slid the tip of his cock up and down between her thighs, slick with desire and aching for him. She was dripping with water but her wetness was different, a slipperiness she could feel. He was bucking his hips now, trying not to rush but wanting nothing more than to be inside her. She knew she was driving him mad and she loved it. She pressed his head against her clit and rotated her hips to feel him rub against the sensitive spot.
“Now,” he gasped, and without further teasing, she used her hand to guide him right where she wanted.
For a second, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, he was so big and it had been so long that she felt she was being split open all the way to her heart. She gasped, her hips rigid as he held himself over her, shoulders straining with his weight against the step.
“Are you okay?” he panted, and she could feel it was taking everything in him not to move. Not to start in on her until he was sure she could take it.
But as she got used to the feeling, she started arching her hips against him, beginning to move. She laughed a little, self-conscious but suddenly feeling like she needed to tell him. “It’s been a long time.”
“That’s okay,” he said, and again she was surprised by his sudden tenderness. He shifted his weight and brushed a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “We can go slow.”
Julia shook her head emphatically. “No. Slow is definitely not what I want.” She almost laughed again at the confused expression on his face. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her hips up and down, setting the pace. The surprise from having him inside her was gone, and in its place, a need was building up deep inside her. “Take me,” she whispered in his ear, trying to make herself sound as irresistible as possible and wondering if she could really pull it off.
“Are you sure?” Blake searched her eyes. She searched him back.
“Can I really ask for anything I want?” she said uncertainly, remembering what he’d said before she’d jumped in the pool. Before she’d gone and found herself completely undone.
“Absolutely.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, grazing her lower lip with his teeth.
“Then what I really want is for you to fuck me.”
The taste of the words in her mouth was pure sex and she wondered how she’d ever stayed so quiet in the past. The spark in Blake’s eyes was like she’d flicked a switch in him. A tremor shot through her. She had unleashed him, and there was no going back.
In one swift motion, he grabbed her arms and pinned her wrists to the lip that ran around the edge of the pool. She was splayed open to him, her nipples hard and aching, her hair caught in thick wet waves. She gasped.
And then he started rocking inside her.
She tried to press her arms back against his weight but he kept her pinned. The feeling of his body against hers was everything she’d ever wanted—covering her, taking her, claiming her as his. He wasn’t holding back any more, his frenzied thrusts growing harder and surer every time he drove himself into her. His breath was ragged in her ear, low groans escaping every time she bucked her hips to meet him as he buried himself inside.
The feel of every inch of him was making her whimper, and he unclasped her trapped wrists to clamp a hand to her mouth.
“Quiet, darling,” he whispered, but he punctuated his command with a deeper thrust so hot and heavy it made her cry into his palm. She bit down on his hand and then his fingers as he slid his hand across her mouth, delight and desire dancing over his face. She sucked on one finger, then two.
“Good girl,” he murmured, but that made her buck her hips harder, her ass hitting the tiles so hard she knew it would leave a bruise. She didn’t want to be good—not tonight. Not now, as the moonlight danced over the waves from their splashing.
She moaned into his mouth, her cries muffled by his deep, hard kiss.
“Julia,” he groaned, and then whatever he was saying was caught in the frenzy of his breathing. She ran her nails along his back and through his hair, spreading her legs wide around him.