It was intimidating on so many different levels, and I felt myself clam up.
“Adriana?” Callum asked again.
“Yes?”
“I asked you if you wanted to swim.”
“Oh! Um, yes, sure. Just let me go get my bathing suit.” Crap! Here he was looking like a sex god, every muscle and tendon of his body impeccable, and I was going to come running out in my orange and pink striped one piece. Talk about mortifying.
“You don’t need a bathing suit, Lemon,” Callum said, crossing the lanai to where I was still sitting at the table. He took my foot in his hand, bent my leg gently as he unbuckled my sandal and pulled it off before briefly kissing the arch of my foot. He repeated the process with my other leg, then took my hand in his and pulled me up out of my chair until I was standing.
He brushed my hair back from my neck and began untying my dress, his hands moving slowly, his touch leaving me dizzy.
He pulled the dress down and off, leaving it in a puddle on the cobblestones. I was left there in just my bra and thong, and even though he’d seen me in my underwear before, I felt more exposed this time, more under the microscope.
“Very nice, Lemon,” he said, grinning wickedly as he slid his finger under the cup of my black bra before moving his hands around to cup my ass. He pulled me toward him and kissed me, his hands roaming over my body, over my buttocks, the small of my back and my shoulders before finally returning to my ass, grabbing me and lifting me slowly up off the ground.
“Wrap your legs around me, Lemon,” he commanded gruffly, and I obeyed.
I could feel his cock through the material of his shorts, hard and thick, and I shivered.
He carried me toward the pool, and I giggled into his shoulders as he started down the stairs, taking me into the water. I held onto him tightly, bracing myself for the shock of cold water. But it never came. The water was the perfect temperature, warm but not too hot. He must have had it heated.
I went to pull away from him, to swim away and catch my breath, but he held my thighs tightly and waded over to the side of the pool where he pushed me up against the wall.
He pulled my hands from around his neck and pushed them straight up in the air.
“Eyes down,” he said gruffly, and I did it immediately, taking my gaze from his and keeping it on the clear aqua water of the pool.
His hands slid down my arms slowly, moving over my breasts, his palms drifting down the sides of my body as his thumbs brushed against my nipples, hardening them instantly.
“Shit,” he groaned, pushing his pelvis into mine.
The sensation of his cock against me sent me into ecstasy, and I went to move my hands down, to wrap them around his shoulders, to brace myself on him, to ground myself, but Callum grabbed my wrists and pushed them up over my head.
“No,” he growled. “Arms up.”
He kissed me again, over and over and over while his hands explored my body, his teeth nipping at my skin, his mouth skipping from my lips to my neck and back again.
Finally, when he had me breathless and trembling, he turned his attention to my breasts, inching the cups of my bra down until my nipples were exposed to him.
My instinct was to cover myself.
He was so beautiful, every inch of his skin perfect, that I was instantly self-conscious.
“Fuck, Adriana,” he breathed, his hands cupping my tits and shoving them together. He lowered his mouth to my nipples, sucking them into his mouth as he moved back and forth between them.
I risked being reprimanded to glance down at him, and I groaned at the sight of him, my nipple in his mouth as the steam rose off the pool. His eyes were on my face and as soon as he caught me looking, he stopped.
“Eyes down,” he commanded, and then he squeezed my tit hard, letting me know he was in control.
I looked away, tipping my head back, trying to ground myself in the midnight blue sky and the twinkling stars that were just beginning to appear. He reached up and grabbed my wrists, crossed them and held them tight.
“I really did want to swim with you, Lemon,” Callum murmured into my ear. “I didn’t want to rush this. But fuck, I can’t resist you, Adriana. I need to taste you.”
In one fluid motion he’d picked me up and lifted me out of the pool, setting me down so that I was sitting on the cobblestone, my legs still in the water.
He pushed my panties to the side and spread my pussy open, murmuring his approval. “Very nice,” he said, and then he lowered his head and I could feel his breath on my thighs, hot and wanting, his hand lazily brushing against my stomach, heightening the anticipation.
And then his mouth was on me, down there, and I arched my back and groaned out loud because the pleasure was intense and instant. It was so intense it was almost too much to take, and I was afraid I was going to come right away.