“You’re a bad boy.”
“You wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I thought you were trying to be good now.”
“No.” He shook his head and stared at me. “I said if life had been different, I may be a different person. I may have been good. But life wasn’t different and I’m still me, and I’m as bad as they come.”
“You’re not really bad.”
“Oh really?” He grinned at me, and I felt him pull my legs around his waist. “You don’t think I’m bad?”
“No.” I gasped as I felt him enter me slowly.
“Not even now?” He laughed and pushed me back against the wall.
“No.” I shook my head slowly and moaned as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
“Hold on to my back,” he ordered as his hands gripped the side of the pool. I closed my eyes and gripped his slippery back. “Now lean back into the wall so that your body is floating up a little bit,” he commanded, and I leaned back slightly, holding on to him tightly. “Don’t worry, Meg. I’m not going to let go.”
I kept my eyes closed as he spoke and concentrated on the pleasure filling my body and not his words. I knew that part of me wished that he truly meant his words. I wanted him to tell me that he was never going to let me go ever. But I dismissed the thoughts. I didn’t want to become that girl. I didn’t want to make this more than it was. Not to me and not to him. We barely knew each other.
Instead, I concentrated on the way his cock was moving inside of me so delicately and deliciously. It was a different experience, being in the pool and having sex. It felt different. Not necessarily more intense, but more unique. I could feel the water caressing me and I could hear the sound of the splashing as he took me. My breasts bobbled up and down in the water, gently grazing his chest, and my ass felt like it was floating in the water. It almost felt like I was weightless as we clung to each other.
“I think I’m going to come,” he groaned into my ear and I opened my eyes to see his face. His eyes were full of desire, and he increased his pace. The water was splashing higher now, and I wrapped my legs around him tighter, enjoying watching him about to orgasm. “Are you nearly there?” he whispered and stilled, looking at me searchingly.
“No.” I bit my lip as I spoke honestly and moved my hips against him gently.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, and I felt his body shuddering as he came inside of me. “Oh, Meg.” He held on to me tight as his lips sought mine. He withdrew from me slowly and looked back up at me with a determined look in his eyes. “You didn’t come?”
“No.” I shook my head and he smiled wickedly.
“I guess I’ll have to change that to a yes.” He grabbed my body and held me as he swam to the steps. He pulled me out of the pool with him and quickly ran to get some towels. He came back with three large white towels and laid one flat on the side of the pool. “Lie down.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the towel. “Are you cold?” he asked as he noticed my shivering.
“I’m fine.”
“Let me warm you up a bit.” He grabbed another one of the towels, unfolded it, and gently started rubbing my body dry. “I don’t want you to get a cold. How does this feel?”
“It feels nice.” I nodded and smiled at him. It felt nice to be rubbed down by Greyson. It made me feel like he actually cared about me.
“Now, lie back and spread your legs.” He grinned at me wickedly. “I’ve got some work to do.”
I stared up at him and tried not to sigh. Just when I thought it might have been about more than sex, he said or did something that brought me back down to earth.
“You are so beautiful to me.” Greyson stared at me and started singing.
“Is that a song?”
“No, it’s a fact.” He winked and then I felt his fingers kneading my breasts as he kissed my stomach and licked my belly button. “You look like an angel and you taste like a sinner.”
“I don’t feel like much of an angel,” I groaned as he kissed farther down and buried his face in my pussy. “Oh, Greyson.” I reached down and grabbed his hair. His tongue felt warm and soft against my coldness, and I squirmed beneath him as his lips sucked and kissed me. His tongue slowly moved back and forth on my clit, and I grabbed his hair harder. “Please,” I moaned, wriggling around in ecstasy. I wanted to feel more of him everywhere. I needed to feel him inside of me.
Greyson didn’t play games with me this time. His tongue entered me skillfully, teasing and tormenting me as his fingers played with my clit. I couldn’t believe how exquisite the pleasure was. I could feel every nerve ending in my body tingling and crying out. I felt as if I were on the edge of a cliff and there was a cool breeze that was aching to push me over. I was so close to just falling and letting nature do what she wanted to with me. I was so close to becoming one with the wind. I just needed one last push.