I tried to close my thighs, but Callum held them open and continued, his tongue making soft figure eights on my pussy. Every so often, just when I thought I was about to orgasm, his mouth would stop, and he would switch to using his hands.
“You’re so tight,” he said huskily, as his finger slid inside me.
My breathing would slow just a tiny bit, and then his mouth would be back on me, kissing me open-mouthed right on my core, his tongue and lips moving in tandem to create the most exquisite sensation I’d ever experienced.
Finally, when I was trembling and slick with want, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back into the water. “I think I need to take you inside, Lemon,” he said. “And do this properly.”
I nodded my agreement, and he took my hand and led me out of the pool. The cool night air hit my skin, the breeze cold after the warmth of the water, even though it had to have been close to eighty degrees outside. Goosebumps bloomed on my skin.
Callum picked up the towel he’d set on one of the chaises and began drying me, starting at my feet, rubbing my ankles and my legs, my stomach, my thighs, before ending with my fingertips. He readjusted the cups of my bra so that I was covered back up, then wrapped the towel around my shoulders.
He picked up his own towel and dried himself off, and I tried not to stare at the perfection that was his body, somehow even sexier with drops of water glinting on his skin and clinging to his chest hair.
His hand found mine he led me into the house, through the kitchen and up the stairs into the bedroom.
“Stay here,” he said and disappeared into the walk-in closet. When he came back, he was holding a pair of handcuffs.
The room was dark, the only light the light that was shining in from the lanai through the sliding glass doors of the balcony.
“Do you trust me, Adriana?” he asked.
I nodded. It was true. I had no reason to, but I did. I trusted him.
Callum tugged at my towel and it dropped to the floor, leaving me again in just my bra and panties, which clung to my body like a second skin, wet from the pool.
He reached around and unhooked my bra with one hand, and the air from the bedroom hit my breasts, my nipples pebbling into hard peaks. I tried not to think about how good he was at unhooking my bra, how expertly he was able to handle my body. It implied a comfortableness that could only have been found through experience.
I shivered, and he pulled me toward him, my breasts flattening out against his rock hard chest, his body heat warming me like a blanket.
“Eyes on the floor.”
I moved my gaze to the floor as he reached around and took my hands, crossed them behind my back and used the handcuffs to cuff them together.
He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to the floor, until I was on my knees before him, the way I’d been that night in the club.
But this time, I had a feeling he was going to finish what he’d started.
He didn’t waste any time.
He pulled off his swim trunks and grabbed my chin in his hand, pressing his dick hard against my lips until they parted. He tasted salty and sweet, with just a hint of chlorine from the pool, and it was so intoxicating it made me light-headed, the way you’d feel after a couple glasses of wine.
He thrust his cock into me, and held onto my chin with one hand while the other one grabbed my breast.
He pulled my face and mouth toward me with his hand, his hips bucking in rhythm as he fucked my mouth.
He was rough, but it felt oh so good. I was cuffed and on my knees, my mouth stuffed with his cock, his balls hitting my chin with every thrust. I wanted him to come in my mouth, I realized excitedly. I wanted to feel him explode on my tongue, wanted to taste him, to know I’d been responsible for his pleasure.
“Good girl,” he groaned. “That’s it, baby, take it deep.”
I could feel the head of his shaft hitting the back of my throat, choking me, and it excited me to be at his mercy. My pussy was slick with need, almost more than when his mouth had been down there.
“Use your tongue, Adriana,” he commanded, and he began pulling his cock out of my mouth with every thrust, then pushing it back in.
Every time he pushed back, I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft, tasting his precum, acrid and exciting.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “That’s good, baby, keep doing that.”
After a while, he pulled his dick from my mouth, and I looked up at him, wanting his approval, but he slapped his cock against my cheek in punishment.
“Eyes down.”
I returned my eyes to the floor.
“Put your mouth on my balls.”
I hesitated for a moment, and another slap with his cock across my face was my reward.
I lowered my head and sucked his balls into my mouth, and he stroked his cock over me, giving me better access as my head bobbed up and down.