Page 19 of October

He pushes up with his hands on the deck next to my ass and hauls himself up and partially out of the water so he can capture my lips in a kiss.

Just as I open my mouth to allow his tongue access to mine, he pulls away, leaving me bereft and needy.

I tip my head back and close my eyes as I feel his lips connect with my cheek, then jaw, then neck, then chest, working his way down until his head disappears between my thighs. His stubble is scraping deliciously on my flesh, and I gasp when I feel his hot breath against the most intimate part of me.

“I need you to open for me, Wren,” he says, then grips the back of my knees, bending my legs until my feet are flat on the deck and my knees are spread apart. With a quick tug, he positions me just so, and my ass is resting on the edge.

“Oh God,” I mewl and take a quick peek around, nervous now that someone could see us.

“We are protected by the fences. Unless you scream, no one will be the wiser.” He smirks and sinks his teeth into the fleshy part of my thigh. “But I hope you do.”

“Stop teasing me,” I say breathily, reaching down to fist his hair again. “I need you,”

He doesn’t respond, not with words, at least. Instead, he silently pushes his face closer to my pussy and blows softly over my swollen, needy clit before sliding his tongue from top to bottom, lapping at me like an ice cream cone.

“Delicious,” he murmurs before continuing.

If the first lick sent me soaring, the rest of them catapulted me into the stratosphere.

“Fuck, fuck,” I drop my head back and stare up at the sky. My hips are beginning to move in a slow, lazy circle in an attempt to grind against his face.

He groans and grasps my hips in a way that almost hurts, but God, I love it.

My toes curl painfully into the wood, and my back begins to arch as I chase the release he’s coaxing me toward.

He brings me to the brink then lets me slip away… then brings me back… then lets me slip away again.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he whispers like he’s not even talking to me, but to himself. Like he just had to say it. “Like fucking magic.”

I open my eyes and glance down at him just as he, with his palm facing the sky, pushes his middle and ring fingers into my pussy, and hooks them up in a come-hither motion that nearly makes me come right then and there.

“Holy fucking shit, don’t stop. Please, please, please,” I beg, using my hands as leverage to rock front to back, fucking his fingers.

“Never. I want you to come all over my hand, Wren. Squeeze that pussy around my fingers. Keep fucking them,” he commands then leans in to flick my clit with his tongue, timing his thrusts perfectly, creating an erotic rhythm that is absolutely going to kill me when I come.

It doesn’t take long. I feel my muscles beginning to tighten, squeezing, contract then… BOOM.

“Oh my GOD!” I cry out. My body is being rocked by pleasure and honestly, for a split second, I think I may actually be floating.

“Christ, you’re perfect. Come here,” he growls, yanking me back down into the water and smashing my lips onto his.

I can taste myself on his tongue, and that’s enough to make me instantly ready for more. I’m hungry for him. I’m always hungry for him. Now that we’ve had each other, I have a feeling we’ll never be able to stop.

I’ve wanted him since the moment I laid eyes on him. Since the moment I saw what a good and caring father he was. Since the first time I heard him laugh. I’ve been longing for him for years.

I’m just wrapping my arms around his neck when he spins me around to face away from him. The water whooshes around me creating a very short-lived half whirlpool.

“Oh!” I shriek, but it bleeds into a moan when he pushes harder against the poolside. “Ohhhhh.”

His big, strong hands encase my hips and he lifts me up, positioning me just as he needs me. I can feel his heated breath against my skin. He’s pressed so closely to me that I can feel his heart beating against my back. The smattering of chest hair he has scratches against my skin. I fucking love it.

“Oh shit,” I moan, pushing back into him, searching for more connection.

“Are you still with me?” he asks in my ear, with a gentle hand on my back. We love a consent king, even though I’m obviously rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

I nod. “I’m with you.”

“Good.” He kisses my shoulder and parts my thighs with his hand, letting his fingers explore me from behind.

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