Page 81 of Mr. Aster
I could feel my starved-for-sex cock aching and already dripping with precum as I sensed that she wanted this as much as I did. Fuck, I wanted to be inside this woman, but the soft moan that gently escaped her parted lips made me want to bring her pleasure instead.
“I can’t…” she said breathlessly again, and I smiled. “We can’t do this.”
“We can do whatever we want, love,” I said sincerely. “We are two grown, consenting adults.”
“I know, but—” she exhaled.
Her mind was gone, consumed by the ecstasy that I currently felt. It was intoxicating to inhale the heavy and thick air of passion that was emanating from both of us as our eyes locked, delicately holding onto one another.
She had one hand softly bracing my abdomen, preventing me from taking another step closer and enveloping her in my arms, something I knew we both longed for.
“I’m falling in love with you,” I stated, a fact I knew well.
I had no idea when or how it happened, but the emotion was there, and I was embracing it because this emotion made me feel alive inside.
“I swear to God, Darcy,” I continued. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life.”
“Sebastian…” she said. Suddenly, her dazed eyes were just as focused as mine were.
It was almost like watching someone snap out of hypnosis and shake their head for clarity. Her blue eyes became focused and severe, almost like staring into the eyes of a fearful wild animal.
She broke free of the trance that was spellbinding us together and stepped to the side.
“I need to go cool off and get my head straight,” she said, staring out at the pool, which was lit perfectly to match the ocean gleaming under the light of the moon.
She walked out to the terrace, and I watched as she jumped into the pool, fully clothed in her sundress.
I smiled at her impulse, and I knew immediately that this was going to happen. Knowing she wanted this as badly as I did, I offered her a moment alone before walking to where damp swim trunks were hanging out to dry. In lightning speed, fueled by determination to have this woman, I changed and joined her.
She had swum over to the other side of the infinity pool, holding onto the ledge and facing where the white-capped waves broke on the shoreline.
“I can hear you, and I know what you want. And I know you know I want it, too,” she said authoritatively.
I swam up behind her and stood in the depth of the four-foot pool, and she turned to face me and smiled.
“You keep smiling at me like that, and I believe you know very well that I won’t be able to control myself,” I warned her. “I know you’re afraid, but I swear to God, I will not hurt you,” I said, nearly pleading for her to trust me.
She swam over to the ladder rails in the middle of the pool to pull herself out and leave me behind.
“I’m not doing this,” she said.
I couldn’t resist laughing at how she tried to escape me in the silliest ways. Once both of her hands were on the rails, I knew this was my only chance to stop her. And I knew how to get this woman’s mind to stop battling itself and allow her permission to let me give her what I knew she wanted.
“You know you want this, baby,” I said, shocked that using that pet name didn’t snap me out of this driven, sensual state I was in.
It was a word I’d used for my late wife, but I used it differently with Melissa. With Darcy,the woman I was feeling so many different emotions with, it felt very different. It felt right.
My hand gripped Darcy’s slender waist to stop her from exiting the pool, and she turned and relaxed into where I stood behind her. Once her head fell back against my chest, my left arm braced her while my right hand searched through the sheer fabric of her dress.
Her soft legs parted to give me permission to touch the one part of her body that would have this woman melting in my arms the way I wanted her to.
I slid my fingers gently up the inside of her leg, sliding them between her panties and nearly letting out a groan when I reached her warm pussy. I felt the silkiness of her clit, the slickness of her opening, and it had been way too fucking long since I’d touched a woman like this.
My left hand slid up from where I held her at her waist once I felt her fully relax against my chest, and my greedy fingers reached into her dress to roll her erect nipples between them. I fervently kissed along the back of her neck as my other hand went to work, bringing her over the top of ecstasy.
“Oh, my God. Your moans are going to make me fuck you before I make you come in my hands,” I whispered through a growl of growing desire as I nipped her earlobe.
She could only moan again in response, and I grinned at how much power I held over this woman’s perfect and sexually desirable body right now. My dick was pulsating with the need to be inside her warm entrance, but I focused solely on something I hadn’t done in too long—bring a woman to pleasure while hearing her moan and beg me for more.
