Her pussy was only inches away as she straddled my thighs. I could almost feel it.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she said when we finally took a breath.
“I love you too.”
“And I want you so much right now.”
“You read my mind.”
She caressed my face and looked into my eyes.
I saw a flicker of doubt, but she did her best to hide it. Then she laughed, soft and rueful.
“I hate that I can’t lie to you,” she said.
“Then tell me something that isn’t a lie.”
“I love you. From the first moment I saw you. Well, with a few exceptions along the way.”
“I wish I’d noticed sooner. I’d’ve been a lot happier.”
“You would’ve,” she said cheerily. “And don’t you forget it.”
“I won’t. Tell me something else that’s true.”
“I love fellatio. I love blowjobs. I love playing your skin flute. I love…”
She laughed. “What else did they say? Smoking your pole?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
Her eyes flashed with amusement. “Is it okay if I just suck your cock?”
“I’d be delighted.” I started to hoist myself onto the side, but she grinned and plunged beneath the churning water. I gasped as her lips surrounded my shaft. Her mouth was soft and tight, and she began bobbing immediately.
She sucked me for almost a minute before she surfaced. Then she took a deep breath and disappeared again. Her lips and tongue caressed my glans before she took me deeper. She sucked and bobbed gently until she had to come up for air.
I closed my eyes and groaned as her mouth engulfed me a third time. I knew I was close, so I rested my hand on the back of her head and began thrusting gently. She held on to my thighs and tightened her lips around my pumping shaft.
My muscles tensed as I erupted. A river of semen shot up my shaft and into her throat. She massaged the base of my cock and swallowed till the flow stopped. Then she rose from my lap. When her head broke the surface, she wiped her eyes and grinned at me as she caught her breath.
“That was… amazing,” I said.
“I love doing it underwater. I just wish I could hold my breath longer.”
“Hey, no complaints.”
“Good. But if you don’t mind, can we do it the second time with you on the side?”
“My pleasure.”
“No, my pleasure.” She grinned. “My love.”
I scooted down the bench.
“Hey, where’re you going? Come back.”
“No, you come here.” I stopped in front of one of the water jets. “It’s a trick I learned from a friend.” I sat up and braced my arms on the brick coping before I hoisted myself out of the water. Steam rose from my skin and disappeared into the night.
Christy moved onto the bench I’d just vacated, and she closed her eyes as the bubbling jet of water hit her stomach. She rose on her knees until it hit her pussy instead.
“Good idea,” she said. “Oh my gosh, right there.” After a moment she opened her eyes and focused on my dick. She started by teasing me with licks and kisses. Then she lifted my shaft out of the way and tongued my balls.
“Mmm, I love how smooth they are.” She sucked gently and let one pop from her mouth. “And full of yummy sperm.”
I leaned back and braced myself with my hands on the deck. The light from the water silhouetted her as she lavished attention on my testicles. After a couple of minutes, she kissed her way up the underside of my shaft. Her tongue circled the tip and then she planted open-mouthed kisses down the side.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations as she slowly made love to my cock. She took her time, kissing and licking, before she started sucking in earnest. Even then, she didn’t do the same thing for long. I never knew what to expect next, so the pressure mounted quickly. She moaned deep in her throat when she felt my thighs begin to quiver.
She began bobbing, her tongue in constant motion over my shaft. Then she gripped the base with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. I wanted to hold back, to enjoy the sight of her sucking and stroking me, but my body had other ideas. I tensed my buttocks and arched my back. She groaned when my cock inched deeper.
The buildup felt like a freight train approaching, a distant vibration that rose to a thunderous roar. I thrust my hips toward her and groaned as searing jets of pleasure erupted from deep within me. She moaned and squeezed my balls, urging more of the salty liquid into her mouth and down her throat.
When the orgasmic rush finally passed, I came to my senses and relaxed my muscles. My hips sank to the deck, and I breathed hard from the force of my climax. Christy sucked gently, coaxing the last of my semen onto her tongue. She swallowed and then pulled back to catch her own breath.
Her lips returned to my cock a moment later. I watched her as she focused all her attention on my manhood. Then I realized she was concentrating on the jet of water as it pulsed against her clit.
She sucked my slowly shrinking penis as her own pleasure grew. She began rocking gently, and her hand disappeared beneath the water. She swallowed more of my flaccid cock until her nose brushed my pubic hair.
Then she stiffened and cried out softly as her own orgasm gripped her.
She began breathing again when her climax subsided, although she didn’t release my penis. She continued sucking, until she shifted sideways and
suddenly leapt backward. She splashed down in the middle of the tub and went under. She came up spluttering as I jumped into the water. I caught her and held her above the surface, but she was already laughing.
“Sorry,” she said guiltily, “I moved my hips, and… that evil jet… hit me… right in the… you-know-what.”
I laughed too, but more in relief. “I thought you were drowning.”
She gave me a funny look.
“Well, I did.”
“I’ve been swimming my whole life… a little water in my lungs never hurt.” She gave me a wet but happy kiss. “Well, it hurts a little, but I didn’t swallow much that time.” She grinned. “I swallowed more of you than water.”
“No kidding,” I said. “I think you drained me. For a while, at least.”
“Well, you promised me…” She thought back. “Again and again and again… and lots more after that. How many was it? Five?”
“Six.”
“Two down—mmm—four to go. I can’t wait!” All of a sudden she grew serious and kissed me. “I love you. I can’t believe I can say it now. I love you.” Her bright blue eyes burned with a new fire as she gazed at me intently.
“Say it again,” she pleaded. “Say it, say it! I wanna hear you. Please, Paul?”
I grinned. “I love you.”
I thought she was going to kiss me again, but she stood and did a little pirouette. Then she ran up the stairs and danced across the deck. Her wet skin reflected the dim light from the hot tub, and her firm breasts bounced as she twirled and leapt and cavorted. She came running back after a minute and splashed down the steps. She grabbed my hands and tugged.
“Come dance with me!”
“I’m not—”
“It doesn’t matter!”
She hauled me up the stairs and glided into my arms. I wasn’t a bad dancer, but I felt like an oaf next to her lithe and graceful movements. She didn’t care. She beamed up at me as we waltzed under the stars.
Unfortunately, the cold air finally forced us back to the warmth of the hot tub. Her good mood lingered and fed my own, so we kissed and fooled around until I finally had to cry uncle.
“I know you love water,” I said, “but I’m about to turn into one big
wrinkle.”
“What should we do instead?”
“I was thinking a quick shower and then bed,” I said with an indulgent laugh.
“Ooh, we haven’t done it in the shower yet.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“I am when it comes to the man I love.” She stood and twirled in the center of the tub. Then she practically shouted, “I can say it now!”
“You can say it,” I agreed with another laugh. “But maybe not at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night in suburban Atlanta.”