drag my gaze away from the burning chunk of eye candy and focus on the glorious, tropical surroundings.
"Aren't you coming in?" Daniel asks.
"Yes, I'm just chilling out for a bit, I'll join you in a minute."
"Ok, don't be too long," he grins. I want to eat him.
He dives into the water from the end of the pool and it's a sight for sore eyes. Utterly gorgeous. I watch him swim for a moment before I start to undress. Once I've laid my dress on the lounger, I take a few steps over to the edge of the pool and sit, dangling my legs in the water. It's so refreshing, not too cold but not too warm.
Daniel swims over to me and stands up by my feet, it's just the right depth for him, but too deep for me to stand in. He runs his hands up the backs of my calves and the goose bumps spread over my skin at top speed. How does his touch do this to me?
"Come on in, it's great."
I wriggle forward so that my bottom is at the very edge of the pool. He rests his hands on the edge, either side of me, as I lower myself into the water, sliding my body down his. It's erotic, I want nothing more than to wrap myself around him. Once my body is submerged, I bend my arms up, either side of my head, to hold on to the edge of the pool. Daniel's face is mere centimetres away from mine and my legs are freely floating around his.
"Put your hands on my shoulders," he says, his voice rich and velvety.
I let go of the edge and gently hold onto his wet shoulders, savouring the feel of his hot, wet skin. He runs his hands down my sides to the backs of my thighs, and pulls my legs around his waist. The flutters in my stomach become full on thrashes, a wave of heat courses through my veins, my fingers and toes tingle, not to mention down there. I'm wrapped around him, it feels like every inch of my body is touching his. His erection presses against me, in between my legs. If this was a private pool, and Tilly and Luke weren't here, I'd be pulling my bikini to the side and in the throes of passion already.
"Bea, what are you doing to me?" he whispers, looking into my eyes. "Your body is perfect, your skin feels like silk. You're incredible." His eyes full of desire as he strokes my back gently. My heart races as he glides one of his hands up to the back of my neck, his eyes gazing down at my mouth. My tongue tentatively reaches out to run along my bottom lip, slowly, in anticipation.
His mouth wet from the pool water, a tantalising invitation that I gladly accept, eagerly embracing the deep passionate kiss, his tongue warm, he tastes delicious. Natural instincts urge me to flex my pelvis, grinding myself against his solid erection. No, no! Stop this, Beatrice!
My hands explore his broad, naked back, I impulsively run my nails gently up his spine. He lets out a quiet, deep, masculine groan, spurring me on even more. I can feel the quivering inside building, my internal muscles twitch in response to his hard cock moving against my lady bits through the fabric of our swimwear.
I drag my hands back to Daniel's delectable shoulders and gradually slow the kiss until it fades, reluctantly creating space between my groin and his manhood. "We need to stop, Daniel."
"I want you," he says, trailing kisses down my neck. A wanton moan escapes me, I need his naked body against me, preferably in a bedroom, though, and without the trunks and bikini shielding the important bits.
"I think you know that I want you too, Daniel, but ideally not in a communal swimming pool, we can continue later."
He lifts his head slowly from my neck and looks at me with those hypnotic turquoise eyes, full of desire. His mouth casually curls into a sexy smile as he grabs my behind and gently brings me against him again. This time he tips his pelvis and pushes his rock-hard erection against my bikini bottoms right about, there. My stomach flips. I gasp silently and close my eyes, it's heaven and hell, I want him so much, but not here.
He rocks against me slowly, again and again. I drop
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