Page 33 of While You're There
“Of course I do. The summer that changed everything. Kissing you against the fence in the dark. Handstand contests in the rain. The summer we became Ev and V. How’d you time that so perfectly?”
Rhett took two steps forward, closing the space between them as he wrapped her in his arms. She felt his erection press into her stomach under water. The solidness of his desire reignited her own wanting. She hoped the show was almost over. She was ready for the grand finale.
“Lucky timing.” He winked, giving up his secret as he bowed down to kiss her. His lips brushed against hers, his kiss filled with a reverence and tenderness she wasn’t expecting after the last hour of teasing.
No sooner was Tori letting herself sink into the gentleness of his kiss than he switched gears. He wove his hand into the soaking wet hair at the nape of her neck, drawing her in and deepening their connection. Their bodies connected in the water, slick skin slipping and sliding into a heated rhythm.
There he is.Nobody kissed like Rhett. The tip of his tongue against hers inspired a jolt of wanting between her legs. She could taste the spicy notes of whiskey as he made love to her mouth. He applied just enough pressure to be possessive. She was consumed by him completely, but still she wanted more.
“Show’s not over,” he whispered as he kissed her once more before nipping at the shell of her ear. He clasped both her forearms in his hands, mirroring the position he held her in at the diving board, then started to guide her through the water toward the edge of the pool.
Tori planted her feet in objection. She glared at him through heavy lids, knowing damn well he knew what she wanted. Was he going to make her beg? Breaking away from this moment and getting out of the pool was not acceptable at this point. She was too far gone.
“I know you’re close,” he practically purred as he tried tugging on her arms again. “Come on,” he encouraged with a slight cock of his head.
“Rhett,” she whimpered as she tried to push her naked body against him. She couldn’t help it. The last hour had been too much. She was done. She needed to finish. She needed him now.
“I’ve got you. Now come here.”
“And if I don’t?” she clipped out, testing him.
“Do you want to come or not?” he deadpanned.
She lifted her feet and obediently followed him to the edge of the pool without another word. She would follow him to the edge of the world if he asked right now.
The rain continued to fall. The tension continued to rise.
“I won’t make you wait,” he promised as he used his grip around her arms to lift her out of the water and set her on the edge. The bumpy texture of the pool’s edge pressed into the backs of her thighs, but the contact was a welcome sensation to her wanting. He spread her legs, rising onto the first underwater step to expose himself from mid thigh up as he positioned himself as close to her as possible.
“Stay just like that,” he instructed, peering up and down her naked, soaking wet body. He made quick work of his trunks, untying and stepping out of them without ever taking his eyes off her. He took one more step through the water to close all space between them. Tori let her head lull back in anticipation, her gaze returning up to the sky. She could see the clouds rapidly moving against the final brushstrokes of twilight. They were almost there.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he placed each one of her feet onto the edge of the pool, positioning her bent legs right up next to her ass. She was on display and exposed to him completely. She widened her legs a bit more and rested back on her forearms, inviting him in.She bit her lip and nodded, not trusting her voice to hold steady.
He bent down and claimed her mouth at the same exact moment she felt the head of his cock press into her entrance.
“Ev,” she sighed in anticipatory satisfaction, loving the way he spread and stretched her. Loving the way she felt around him.
“Open your eyes, beautiful.”
Her lids shot open on his command. He held her gaze as she felt him push in another inch. “I love you,” he swore as he cupped her face in his hands. He was only a few inches inside her, but she was already about to explode around him. The angle was perfect. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, flutters of desire holding him inside her.
He lowered his hands then, resting each one on the inside of her thighs and gently spreading her legs even further apart. He stroked her skin and held her gaze, but he didn’t push in any further. “Look at you,” he murmured in reverence, his eyes cast down at where their bodies were joined. “Look at us.” The tips of his fingers were brushing up and down her pussy.
Her breathing hitched in response to his words, to his touch, to his eyes fixated on the exact spot where he ended and she began. “Look at us, beautiful,” he repeated, tipping his chin in encouragement as Tori cast her eyes between her legs. The sight of him sunk just a few inches inside of her was enough to ramp up the familiar tingle in her toes. Instead of pushing in, he continued to pet her soaking wet core.
“So fucking perfect,” he praised as he used his fingers on both hands to gather her arousal and spread it up and down his shaft. “You want more, don’t you, beautiful?”
Tori moaned in response to his question as she teetered on the edge. It was all she had left to give. She closed her eyes, ready to give in and fall apart.
“Hey,” Rhett called her back to him, pausing his caresses and not pushing in any further, not allowing her to reach the peak she so desperately craved. She was panting. She was ready. He knew she was right there. Why wouldn’t he just let her go?
“Look at us.”
She glanced down again, transfixed as he used one single finger to trace the outline of her opening stretched around the girth of his dick. He ran his finger up and around, over and over, outlining the perfect arch of their connection. She had never seen anything so erotic in her life. Then he took that slick finger and moved it up an inch to rub tight circles around her clit.
“Now look at me.”
She met his eyes and fell into the depths of their combined wanting. There was only this moment. There was only him. Everything she felt, everything she was: it was all for him.
