I shook my head. “No. I want you at home too.”
He groaned. “Oh, man. I’m in deep shit.”
I giggled and snuggled into his manly warmth. “Uh-huh.”
“You looked so good on the beach today.”
“I did?”
“Yeah.”
“Was that the last straw?”
He chuckled, “Pretty much.”
“I saw you naked once, in mom’s room.”
“Really?”
“You looked yummy.” I ran my hand across his firm belly. “I’m so lucky.”
“Don’t say that.”
I should have felt bad for stealing my mom’s husband and having sex with him, but in my youthful exuberance and naiveté, that emotion was subdued, if not missing all together.
“Go to sleep, honey. I’m gonna go back to my room.”
I grabbed him, not wanting to let him leave. “Stay.”
He groaned. “I’ll wait till you fall asleep.”
Pressing my nose to his chest, I inhaled his musky fragrance. “Okay.”
The next day, mom hobbled down to the pool area, where she occupied a lounge chair with her foot propped on a rolled up towel. The pool had an enormous waterfall on one end and a wall of huge boulders with steps that led up to several hot tubs. An assortment of palm trees and white umbrellas spotted the landscape, with the tiled red roofs of the complex in the distance. Several people sunbathed, and a family splashed in the water.
Stephen bought her an ice cream cone. “Here, Beth.”
“Oh, thanks, honey. You should swim and have fun.”
He eyed me. “Yeah, I will.”
I waited for him in the salt-water pool, hanging onto the edge, watching him take his t-shirt off. All I’d been able to think about all day was having sex with him last night. It had been so wonderful and amazing. I ached, wanting more, even though I was a little sore today.
Stephen got in and swam to me. “Nice.”
I smiled at him. “It is.”
Mom relaxed against the chair and put her sunglasses on. I took that opportunity to jump on his back and wrap my arms around his neck. He glanced nervously in her direction.
“We have to watch it.”
“I know.” I enjoyed the feel of him. The muscles in his back and shoulders rippled when he moved. “We should go up to the hot tubs. There might be privacy there.”
“Maybe.”
He shrugged me off and swam to the waterfall. He’d worked out this morning in the full facility gym. The thought of him getting all hot and sweaty turned me on.
“Stephen?” He had disappeared behind the waterfall. I swam over and stared, confused.
“I’m behind here.”
“Oh!” I swam under, and emerged on the other side to find a small cavernous opening with my stepfather sitting on the ledge grinning. “Sneaky.”
“It is.”
I hauled myself out and sat next to him. His appreciative gaze traveled over my bikini top. Mom could not see us behind the waterfall, nor could any of the other guests. Knowing this, we attacked each other with a wet, hungry kiss, devouring our mouths as if we’d been starved for a year.
“Oh, Stephen.”
His hand slid into my bikini bottoms, and a long, determined finger stroked my slit producing instant wetness. His cock thrust against the inside of his shorts, making it look like he had a grapefruit stuck in there.
“You’re like catnip. How am I gonna resist you?”
“Don’t. Just love me.”
He growled and nibbled my ear. This sent a jolt of sexual lightning straight into my tummy and beyond, which had me shivering with need. My fingers wrapped around the elastic of his shorts and lowered the material, until his thick, hard cock sprung free. It demanded attention, and I grasped it eagerly.
“Oh, God…yeah…”
I loved to hear the effect I had on him. His hands trembled as they rested on top of my head, gently pushing me in the direction of the object that twitched and jerked between his legs. I took him in and suckled, working the tip aggressively, producing sloppy slurping sounds, which seemed to echo in the hallowed out space.
“Baby, it’s so nice, Emma.”
The crotch in my bikini bottoms was wet with my arousal. I wanted to feel his huge penis in me, just like last night. Untying the strings, the spandex fell off. I pushed against the firm wall of his chest, getting him on his back with his fat cock thrusting in the air. Straddling my stepfather, I lowered myself on him, taking in his organ deep.
“Oh, my…oh…”
“That’s it, honey. You got it.”
“What do I do?”
He grasped my hips and guided me back and forth. “Fuck me like that. You can do it.”
A light sparkled in his eyes as he stared at me, which made my tummy tingle. He hadn’t shaved today, and his face had a sexy, rugged amount of stubble, which inflamed me even more. I wasn’t having sex with a little boy. This was an honest to God, bona fide hunk of man flesh, and he was mine to do with as I pleased.