Page 52 of The Hacker
Another stroke and he groaned again, louder, while his fingers dug into her waist. And then he tilted his head down to look at her, his eyes blazing with hunger. “I want you now. Is it too soon?”
Her answer was to hold out her hand. He tore the envelope open with his teeth and handed her the condom. “I’ve never tried to do this in water,” she said. “Maybe you could float on your back?”
“You’re a problem solver,” he said, tipping back to let the water lift his hips.
She took her time rolling the tight latex over his erection, savoring his moans. As soon as she hit the base of his cock, he flipped upright and hooked his hand under one of her thighs, lifting her leg to rest against his hip.
“Lean back and use the water’s buoyancy. I’ve got you,” he said, bringing her other leg to his waist as she allowed herself to tilt backward. His cock rubbed against her clit and she arched as pleasure shot through her. “Yes,” he said. “Like that. I’ll support you.”
His arms were around her, easing her down until she floated in the water. He shifted so he gripped her upper arms, and she reached down again to position the head of his cock.
He drove inside her in one long, fluid thrust.
The feel of him stretching and filling and moving within her ripped a spasm of pleasure from her body so that she arched again without thought of being in the water. But he kept her head above the wavelets they’d created, grinding his hips against her so that he hit her clit.
“Leland! More!” She fought off the orgasm.
He pulled back and then plunged into her again. The water stroked her sensitized skin, adding gentler sensation to the intensity of Leland’s cock impaling her. He towered over her, his face a mask of pure lust, yet she felt no fear because only the water and his hands cradled her body.
“This is perfect,” she whispered.
“You are perfect.” He withdrew and thrust again.
This time she couldn’t stop it. Her orgasm crashed through her entire body in a wave, her muscles contracting all the way down to her toes so that they curled into his butt. “Leland!” she shouted at the ceiling, her voice bouncing off the glass. Pleasure flooded her and she added to it by rolling her hips against him.
“Oh, Dawn, yes!” he yelled as his climax hit.
They convulsed together, their groans intertwined and echoing, the motion of one setting off an answering, amplifying response in the other. Until finally the last tiny ripple shivered through Dawn’s body, leaving her limp and drifting on the water. Leland softened inside her, his hands still cupping her shoulders while his head was bowed. She could see the rise and fall of his chest as he sucked in breath to replenish the oxygen he’d expended.
“I’ve never ...” He shook his head. “That was ...”
She gave a ghost of a laugh at his inability to describe the experience. “Yup. I agree.”
He lifted his head enough to meet her eyes. “That was beyond the reach of mere words.”
His grip tightened on her shoulders as he pulled her up and against him. His cock slipped out of her, sending one more tiny shudder of sensation through her. He cocooned her in his arms, resting his cheek on top of her head. His heart beat against her breast, still rapid from his exertions.
She wanted to stay there in his embrace, despite the goose bumps rising on her skin as it cooled in the water.
But he ran his hands down to twine his fingers with hers and stepped back, pressing a quick kiss on her lips. “You’re getting cold. Let’s find you a towel.”
She was grateful for the buoyancy of the water because her knees were wobbly. Leland sent her up the ladder first, his hands cupping her butt to give her a boost out of the pool. He demonstrated the upper-body strength he’d developed from his years of swimming by bracing his hands on the side of the pool and rocketing upward to land on his feet without any need for a ladder.
“Show-off,” she said. But he looked like a sea god with water sluicing down the ridges and indentations of his muscles as he straightened.
“I’m sure you could do the same.” He grinned. “But I’m glad you didn’t because I enjoyed copping a feel.”
“Truth be told, my muscles are feeling a bit depleted after that orgasm.”
He bent to kiss her shoulder and spoke against her skin so his lips grazed it with each word. “That’s music to my ears.”
Leading her to a chaise longue, he said, “Sit and I’ll grab the towels.”
“I like the view,” she called as he walked away, his butt cheeks shifting with each stride.
“Are you ogling me?”
“Oh, yeah.”
