She was holding the pearls up, dangling them from her fingers. "You think this is going to fit me?"
"Oh, yes." He grinned. And he would be diving for those pearls real soon.
Replacing her sunglasses she drank her frozen drink, the thong back in its box, no further comment made. Ben ran a finger over her thigh to her knee, circled it and swept down over her shin to her ankle. Couldn't stop touching her. She had great legs and they were satiny smooth.
"You didn't tell anyone you were coming here with me, did you?"
"God, no." She shivered and he wasn't sure it was from the ice in her drink, or out of revulsion at the thought of letting her friends and relatives know about him.
"Am I that bad?"
She chuckled. "You know you are, Petruska. You're very bad for me." He couldn't see her eyes now as they hid behind shaded lenses. "Like all mothers, mine wants me to find a regular, steady guy. A nice guy who won't break my heart."
He wouldn't know about "all mothers". His had walked out on them when he was a boy. From that day his grandmother took over as the driving female force in their household and she didn't talk about hearts. Yelena Petruskaya was a determined, intense, stoic woman who saw only practical reasons for finding a mate. Her grandson had suspected she didn't have a lot of time for romance. But like him, she knew what she wanted when she saw it. She knew what was right and what was good for her grandkids. Maybe he wasn't great for Bryony, but she felt good for him. For now. His selfishness wouldn't allow him to let her go just because he might not be the best thing that ever happened to her. Just because her family didn't approve.
"Nice guys finish last," he said, closing a hand around her ankle.
She tipped her head to one side. "What about nice girls?"
"I've never known any."
Her lips fell open.
"What's up? What's that look for? You know you're not one, right?"
She set her empty glass down. "You're such a horse's ass, Petruska."
"See? Nice girls wouldn't say things like that and they wouldn't fly off with me for a dirty weekend that they planned on no one finding out about."
When the push came he wasn't prepared. He slid off the end of the lounge chair and right into the pool.
Two seconds later she dove in after him, almost losing her bikini top in the process. It was too small for her. He approved. As long as she wore it only when she was with him, of course. He wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her close for a kiss, squashing those lush boobs against his bare chest. There was no one else left in the pool area by then. It was late. Five or so. People were getting ready for dinner. No lifeguard on duty, no pool attendant left at the towel stand.
Just the two of them.
He slid his hand down the back of her bikini bottoms and the kiss deepened as they trod water together in the deep end. His finger slipped into her ass crack, felt the movement as her legs shifted back and forth with his.
"I want you right now," he murmured, moving his kisses across her cheek to her ear. "Right here. Give me your pussy."
He heard her draw a quick breath. "What if someone sees? Tons of windows and balconies overlook the pool."
But her nipples poked his chest through her bikini top and he knew the thought aroused her. "Just like the plane," he said softly. "When we were watched. Didn't bother you then."
"Right."
"And we're in the water. They won't know for sure what they're seeing." He'd manipulated his shorts to free his erection and it pushed up at her crotch under the rippling surface, as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
"Are you always this primed?" she laughed.
"Only around you." It was true. She would wear him out if he wasn't careful; if he didn't start pacing himself.
She hugged him tighter, her arms around his neck, rubbing her mound on his shaft. Waves splattered against the side of the pool as he rocked her and then he tugged her bikini bottoms aside, just enough to give his cock access. Bry kissed his neck and he eased his excited crest between her labia.
Swimming for the side, he pressed her back to the blue tile. Then, holding her waist, eased her fully down on his penis. She giggled, blowing in his ear. "That feels so good, Ben."
He closed his eyes and moved his lower body under the water, fucking her slowly, deeply. Whenever he released her waist, she was pulled downward and speared further on his thrusting cock. She let go of his shoulders and spread her arms along the side of the pool. Ben leaned into her, pressing his mouth to the pulse at the side of her neck, nibbling and sucking. He pushed his finger back into her ass crack and heard her gasp. Her hips moved faster, fucking him as hard as he fucked her. The string tying one side off her bikini bottom had unraveled and now he felt her trimmed cunt rubbing on his pubic hairs. The water churned around them now, slapping up over the side of the pool. She was kidding herself if she thought anyone watching wouldn't know exactly what they were doing now.