Page 23 of Grounds for Love

She looks up at me and I stare at the drops of water falling from the tips of her lashes. Her face loses color as the smile on her face dims. “That’s the most fun I’ve had since before Bryan’s accident,” she whispers.

I pause and realize something myself. “This is the first time since Grace died that I’ve found a reason to laugh.”

She touches my cheek and I close my eyes, reveling in her touch. It’s both incredible and terrifying. For years, I’ve discouraged women from touching me or even talking to me, other than my infrequent hookups with Marley.

“I don’t want to live in the past anymore, Rod.” Her gaze lands on my lips.

With my own heart beating double-time, I cup her cheek while keeping my eyes on her to gauge her reaction. I lower my mouth to hers, stopping when we’re no more than a breath’s width apart. “Say you want this, Jenni.”

She shudders again and nods. “Please, Rod. Kiss me.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she ends the distance between us and presses her lips to mine. Her mouth parts slightly and I take that as my invitation to quench the dying thirst we’ve both had. With the first touch of her lips, I know I’m fucked because this doesn’t taste like an ordinary kiss. This tastes like…forever.

I try not to take control, even though it’s desperately what I desire. Instead, I let her lead. Her tongue explores and teases and wraps with mine until I’m so hard that I’m afraid I’m going to come just from her kiss.

Nothing has ever tasted so good or felt so carnal and sensual. She’s timid and innocent, yet daring and brave. I will never get enough of her sweet taste; it could so easily become addictive.

I meet every stroke and caress of her tongue and I moan when she sucks on my bottom lip and then pulls it between her teeth where she nibbles. There’s a bite of pain before she laves it with her tongue to take away the sting.

I can’t help myself from moving my hands down her body, grasping her ass cheeks and pressing her against my straining erection. I shiver and groan when she rubs all her wet softness against me, taking what she wants.

“I need more, Rod. Please.”

I’m helpless to resist her plea and I take us to the side of the pool where I sit her on the edge and settle between her legs. My mouth covers her nipples through the shirt and I suck hard enough to make her beg for more. Pushing me back, she grabs the bottom of her shirt and makes quick work of pulling it over her head and tossing it to the pool deck.

Together we work to rid her of the water-soaked shorts and panties. “My God, you’re beautiful, Jenni.” I cup her breasts and nip and bite the hardened nubs. As much as I want to pay attention to her breasts, there’s something else I want even more. I lay her back and kiss my way down her body to her thighs. She quivers as I lick her seam and her hips buck as I intimately kiss her core.

Her hands fist in my hair when I suck her clit into my mouth. “I need you inside me, Rod. Please.”

I raise my head and see the raw desire in the depths of her eyes. “I want to be inside you so bad, Jenni. I want you more than I have a damn right to.”

She leans forward until our lips touch. “Then take me, Rod,” she murmurs desperately.

My shorts and underwear hit the bottom of the pool and I pull her into my arms and turn so my back is against the rough side of the pool.

I’m breathing hard as I regretfully admit. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t have a condom.”

She grips my neck tighter. “I’m clean, Rod, and I can’t get pregnant.”

Thank God. I don’t know if blue balls can kill you, but that’s how badly I want to be inside her. “I promise I’m clean too and I only ever had unprotected sex with Grace.”

“I trust you. Just fuck me, Rod.”

I help position her until the tip of my dick is against her waiting opening. “Then ride me, baby.”

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she lowers herself onto my cock. My head falls back as her walls allow me in only a few inches. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“It’s been a while and you’re…big. Help me, Rod.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Just the thought of hurting her makes me grimace. I take her nipple in my mouth and suck and bite before soothing the hurt away with my tongue, and she sinks a few more inches. I switch to the other breast and give it equal attention until I finally feel her open and I thrust up inside her.

“Yes!” she screams.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You have all of me now. Ride me. Make us come.”

Whimpering, she clenches hard on my dick. She groans in frustration that the buoyancy of the water makes her movements erratic. I squeeze her ass cheeks and together we find the rhythm that brings us both within reach of an orgasm. Screaming my name, her inner muscles contract and pulse around my cock and my release roars through me.

Her head falls against my chest and I can still feel twinges of her walls as they calm.

---