A Midnight Swim for Two
# Wet Games ## Bikini Toss The July sun was a heavy blanket over the backyard. The air hummed with the retreating laughter of their kids, finally coaxed into the cool, dark cave of their afternoon naps. The blue water of the pool glittere
Chapter 1
The July sun was a heavy blanket over the backyard. The air hummed with the retreating laughter of their kids, finally coaxed into the cool, dark cave of their afternoon naps. The blue water of the pool glittered, a mirage of relief.
Maya slipped back through the sliding door, the tile warm under her bare feet. Her damp bikini clung to her tall, slim frame, the brown of her hair dark against her skin. She didn’t hesitate. With a deep breath, she dove back into the silken coolness, the water a shock and a balm. She surfaced, pushing wet strands from her face, a playful glint in her eyes as she watched the door.
Leo appeared, a tall shadow wiping his hands on a towel. He saw her waiting, a grin spreading beneath his beard.
Before he could speak, she hooked her fingers under the strings of her bikini top, then the bottoms, peeling the wet fabric from her skin. In one fluid motion, she gathered the tiny bundle and threw it. It landed with a soft slap against his broad, hairy chest, clinging to the scattering of freckles there.
His blue eyes darkened. Without a word, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks and shoved them down, stepping out. His cock, already half-hard, bobbed as he took two steps and launched himself into the water with a powerful splash that soaked the edge.
Maya was already moving, a sleek underwater arrow gliding to the far end. She broke the surface, laughing, the sound bright and challenging. “Too slow, old man.”
He cut through the water, a determined predator. She let him get close, then darted away, her long legs kicking effortlessly. He chased, the game a silent, liquid dance. He cornered her near the steps, his large hands closing around her waist. She turned in his grip, her full lips meeting his in a salty, teasing kiss before her hands planted on his shoulders and she shoved down, dunking him. She was off again, a flash of pale skin and mischief.
The third time he caught her, there was no playfulness in his pursuit. He surged forward, his strength undeniable, and hauled her up, water streaming from their bodies as he carried her to the pool’s edge. He sat her on the cool concrete, the sun warming her back, and stepped between her parted legs. His mouth claimed hers, this kiss deeper, hungrier, all tongue and heat.
Her hand slid between them, her fingers wrapping around his thick, hard length. She stroked him slowly, feeling him pulse against her palm, her other hand playing with the weight of his balls. A soft, teasing touch. Then she stopped.
Her gaze locked with his. Her fingers, wet from the pool and from him, slid up to curl into the coarse hair of his beard. She pulled, not hard, but with undeniable intent, guiding his head down. He resisted for a heartbeat, his dominant nature surging, but the raw desire in her eyes was a command he wanted to obey.
In one fluid, decisive motion, she pulled harder and shoved his head down, guiding him exactly where she wanted him. His world narrowed to the scent of her, chlorinated water and pure woman, and the sight of her glistening folds, already flushed and eager.
No more games. His mouth, covered by that rough beard, found her core. His tongue, broad and relentless, speared into her, lapping at her essence. A low groan vibrated against her as his fingers, calloused and sure, found her entrance and pushed inside, curling up to find that sweet, secret spot. Maya’s head fell back, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, her fingers tightening in his hair, holding him to her as the first waves of pleasure began to build, slow and deep, under his expert, worshipful tongue.
Chapter 2
The sharp, high-pitched call sliced through the heavy, pleasure-soaked air like ice water.
“Mommy! I can’t sleep!”
Maya’s back arched off the cool concrete, her fingers freezing in Leo’s damp hair. A desperate, frustrated groan tore from her throat, a sound so raw it was almost a sob. Leo’s tongue, which had been swirling in a relentless, perfect rhythm against her clit, went still. His broad shoulders tensed under her thighs.
“Fuck,” he breathed against her, his voice thick and strained. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“I know,” she whispered, her entire body vibrating with unmet need. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, still buried deep inside her, a pulse of protest. “Leo… move.”
He pulled back slowly, his bearded chin glistening with her slickness. His blue eyes were dark with the same furious arousal. “This is cruel and unusual punishment,” he growled, but he was already sliding his fingers free.
The sound of little feet pattering on the tile floor inside sent them into a frantic scramble. Maya slid off the edge, back into the water with a splash, frantically scanning the surface.
“My bottoms!” she hissed, treading water.
Leo dove, a powerful kick taking him deep. He surfaced a second later, the tiny scrap of black fabric in his fist. He tossed it to her. “Top’s by the steps.”
She snatched it and struggled into it underwater, the fabric stubbornly clinging to her skin. Leo heaved himself out of the pool, his cock still hard and bobbing angrily against his stomach as he grabbed his trunks from the deck. He stepped into them with a grimace.
Maya emerged, dripping and flushed, just as their three-year-old son, Leo, pushed the sliding door open with a grunt. He stood there rubbing his eyes, his little face crumpled.
“The sun is too bright in my room,” he announced solemnly.
Maya swooped him up, hiding her own trembling breathlessness in a motherly hug. “Oh, sweetie, we can fix that.”
Leo came up behind them, running a towel over his head. His gaze locked with Maya’s over Leo’s shoulder. The heat there was banked but far from extinguished.
“I’ll get the blackout shade,” Leo said, his voice deliberately calm. “You want to come help me, buddy? Be my big helper?”
Leo nodded sleepily, clinging to Maya’s neck for a moment before transferring to Leo’s outstretched arms. As Leo carried him inside, he looked back at Maya one last time.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he murmured, the command low and unmistakable.
Alone on the deck, Maya wrapped her arms around herself. The ache between her legs was a persistent, throbbing echo. She could still feel the imprint of his mouth, the skilled thrust of his fingers. She was so close she could taste it—a phantom climax hovering just out of reach.
She walked to the pool’s edge and dipped a foot in the water, watching the ripples distort her reflection. A slow, bratty smile touched her lips. The game wasn’t over; it was just intermission.
When Leo returned a few minutes later, she was floating on her back in the deep end, eyes closed against the sun. She heard his footsteps stop at the edge.
“He’s out,” Leo said, his voice closer now. “Took all of ninety seconds once that room was dark.”
Maya opened one eye. He was kneeling by the pool, his trunks already gone again, his hard cock standing proudly against the backdrop of dark hair and freckles.
“Good,” she said softly, letting her legs sink so she was treading water before him. “Because you have some unfinished business.”
Chapter 3
Leo slid into the water, his movement purposeful. His hands found her waist, pulling her through the resistance until her back was against his chest. She could feel the thick, hard line of his cock pressed against the small of her back.
“Hey,” she breathed, a playful protest already forming on her lips.
He didn’t answer. His fingers hooked under the strings of her bikini top, deftly untying it. He let the soaked fabric float away. Then his hands went lower, sliding the scrap of her bottoms down her legs until she was naked against him in the sun-warmed water.
One large hand splayed across her belly, holding her still. The other slid between her legs, his palm cupping her mound, his fingers finding her slick folds. He rubbed her slowly, deliberately, the pressure maddening. A low moan escaped her, and her own hand drifted back, seeking his cock.
Her fingers had just grazed the hot, veined skin when his hand shot out and caught her wrist, stopping her cold.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured, his lips against her ear. His voice was a low, dominant rumble. “You don’t get to just take. You have to earn it.”
He released her wrist and reached for the pocket of his swim trunks, still hanging low on his hips. When his hand emerged, it held a small, smooth silicone plug, glinting in the sunlight.
Maya’s breath hitched. “Leo…”
“Turn around,” he commanded softly. “Hands on the edge.”
A shiver of pure submission raced through her. She obeyed, turning in the water and hoisting herself until her forearms rested on the warm concrete deck, her ass presented just above the waterline. The sun beat down on her exposed skin.
She heard him step out of the pool behind her. A moment later, his thumb brushed over her rear entrance, spreading the water mixed with her own slickness. She flinched at the cool touch.
“Relax,” he soothed, but his tone brooked no argument.
The rounded tip of the plug pressed against her. He pushed slowly, steadily, working it past the tight ring of muscle with a firm, inexorable pressure until it seated fully inside her. The stretch was intense, a constant, filling presence that made her gasp.
He leaned over her, his beard brushing her shoulder. “Good girl.” He helped her slide back into the water before stepping in front of her.
His blue eyes held hers, dark with command. “Now,” he said, his voice thick with promise. “You can take these off.” He gestured to his swim trunks. “And look at what you’re trying to earn.”
Her gaze dropped. The wet fabric clung obscenely to the massive bulge beneath it. Her mouth went dry. This wasn't a game anymore; it was a test. And she wanted to pass more than she wanted to breathe.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the knot at his hip.
Chapter 4
Maya’s fingers fumbled with the wet knot at Leo’s hip, her focus entirely on the heavy bulge straining the fabric. Just as the knot slipped free, a low, mechanical whirr cut through the quiet afternoon. A sleek, white disc broke the surface right beside Leo’s thigh, its blue LED lights blinking as it vacuumed its way between them.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Leo groaned, his head dropping back in exasperation.
Maya burst out laughing, the tension snapping into pure, giddy absurdity. She patted the robot’s smooth dome as it nudged her arm. “He’s just trying to help. Looks like you’ve got some competition for my attention.”
Leo’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous, playful glint returning. He reached down and shoved the cleaning robot underwater with one hand, holding it there for a moment before letting it pop back up, sputtering and veering away. “There. Problem solved.”
“That was mean,” Maya teased, her hand finally finding the waistband of his trunks. She yanked them down in one swift motion, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up against his stomach, glistening in the sun. “But I like it.”
“You like a lot of things,” he murmured, stepping closer until the head of his cock brushed against her lower belly. “Including being a brat who gets interrupted.”
The robot, undeterred, circled back, bumping insistently against Maya’s leg. Leo watched it, then looked at her, a wicked idea dawning. “You wanna play? Let’s play.”
Before she could ask what he meant, his hands were on her hips, turning her around. He guided her backward until her hands were braced on the pool’s edge again, her ass just above the waterline, the silicone plug a deep, fulsome presence inside her.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice low and thick.
He waded a few feet away, snagged the rogue cleaning robot, and powered it off. Then he came back behind her. She felt him press the cool, smooth dome of the device against her lower back, just above the curve of her ass.
“Leo… what are you doing?” she asked, a thrill of nervous excitement tightening her stomach.
“Using what’s available.” He rolled the rounded edge of the robot slowly down her spine, over the swell of her buttocks. The sensation was bizarre and electric—smooth, unyielding silicone tracing her skin. He brought it lower, letting the curved edge press firmly against her aching pussy from behind, the pressure indirect but maddening through the water. “Since this little guy wanted to join in.”
Maya moaned, her fingers curling against the concrete. The combined feeling of the plug stretching her from within and the cool, firm pressure outside was overwhelming. “Fuck…”
“You like that?” he growled, applying more pressure with the robot, rubbing it against her in a slow, circular motion.
“Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes.”
He dropped the robot then, letting it sink. His hands replaced it, sliding around her hips, his fingers delving into her wet folds. “Good. Because I’m not done. You still haven’t earned it.”
His fingers worked her with brutal efficiency, circling her clit, then plunging deep, fucking her with his hand while the plug filled her other channel completely. The dual sensation coiled the tension in her core tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point. She was panting, her thighs trembling, hovering on a razor’s edge.
Abruptly, his hands stopped. He pulled his fingers from her, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. A soft, devastated whimper escaped her lips.
Leo’s mouth was at her ear again, his breath hot. “That’s for throwing your bikini at me and thinking you were in charge.” He kissed her neck, a slow, possessive promise. “Now turn around and look at me.”
Chapter 5
His hands slid from her hips to her shoulders, turning her to face him. The blue of his eyes was a dark, stormy sea. “You think you can just take what you want, don’t you?” he said, his voice low.
Maya licked her lips, her heart hammering. “Maybe.”
He leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his beard tickling her sensitive skin. His voice dropped to a husky, commanding whisper that sent a tremor straight through her core.
“You’ve been such a brat today. Throwing your bikini, teasing me, dunking me… you’ve made this whole thing a game on your terms.” He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her. “Games are over, Maya. You want this cock?” He pressed his rigid length against her stomach, making her gasp. “You’re going to earn it.”
Before she could answer, his hand was around her wrist, his grip firm. He guided her through the water, wading toward the deep end where a powerful circulation jet was set into the wall. The water swirled forcefully around it.
“Here,” he commanded, positioning her directly in front of the jet stream. “Stand right there. Don’t move an inch.”
He released her and stepped back. Maya stood frozen, the current from the jet hitting her thighs. Then Leo reached down, his fingers finding the controls. With a twist, he angled the nozzle upward.
A concentrated, insistent stream of water shot from the wall, hitting her directly on her slick, swollen pussy.
The sensation was shocking—a cool, relentless pressure massaging her most sensitive flesh. Her knees nearly buckled. A sharp, startled cry escaped her lips.
“I said don’t move,” Leo growled from behind her.
She felt him step close, his body aligning with hers. The hard, hot length of his cock pressed into the small of her back, a brand of pure promise. His large, warm hands came around her, palms sliding over her wet skin to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her tightened nipples, rolling them slowly between his fingers, pinching just enough to make her whimper.
“The jet does the work,” he murmured into her damp hair, his hands never stilling their torment on her nipples. “You just stand there and take it. Let it remind you of what my tongue felt like. Let it remind you how close you were.”
Maya trembled, every muscle taut with the effort of absolute stillness. The dual assault—the impersonal, driving pulse of water against her clit and the intensely personal kneading of his hands on her breasts—was maddening.
“You feel that?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal. “That’s for being a brat. You stand there until I say you can move.” He pinched a nipple sharply, making her jolt. “And I better not feel you move a fucking muscle.”
Chapter 6
The water’s pulse was a relentless, invasive drumbeat against her clit. Leo’s hands, rough and demanding on her breasts, kept her anchored. Every muscle in Maya’s body screamed to arch, to grind against the stream, to chase the sensation building like a storm inside her.
His chest pressed against her back, his cock a hot, rigid brand against her spine. She felt the low vibration of his voice before she heard it.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin below her ear. His breath was searing. “Trying so hard to be still for me. But I can feel you wanting to move.” He pinched a nipple, twisting just enough to make her gasp. “Do it.”
Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk forward, seeking more pressure from the jet.
Instantly, his hands clamped down on her shoulders, holding her rigidly in place. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Every time you try to resist, I’ll make you wait longer.”
Before she could process the threat, his hand left her breast and dipped below the waterline. His fingers found the manual control for the circulation jet. With agonizing slowness, he began to turn the nozzle.
The intense, focused stream slid away from her throbbing clit. It traveled down, over her slick folds, tracing a path of shocking coolness until it found its new target: the tight, clenched ring of her ass.
Maya cried out, a sharp, startled sound swallowed by the pool’s hum. The sensation was utterly different—a deep, penetrating pressure on a forbidden nerve center. It amplified everything, making the ache in her pussy feel sharper, more desperate.
“There,” Leo growled, his hand returning to her breast to resume its cruel, perfect kneading. “Now you really have something to focus on. That plug I put in you earlier… think of this as me turning it on.”
“Leo,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.
“Quiet,” he ordered, his own breathing ragged against her neck. “You wanted a game. This is the consequence. You stand here and take it. You let this water fuck that tight little ass while I play with these perfect tits. And you don’t come. You understand me? You hold it all in.”
The dual assault was overwhelming. The public anonymity of the water jet violating one secret place, and his hands claiming another, more personal one. She was strung between them, a wire pulled taut, vibrating with a need so profound it felt like panic.
“How badly do you want my cock now?” he asked, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction.
“Please,” was all she could manage.
“Not yet,” he said, and she felt him smile against her skin. “You’re going to stand here until your legs give out. And then maybe I’ll let you taste what you’ve been earning.”
Chapter 7
His lips brushed her ear, the words a low, dark vibration. “You’re going to beg for it now.”
Before she could process the command, his powerful arms turned her in the water. Her back met the cool tile of the pool wall. His body caged her in, his hard cock pressing insistently against her lower belly. At the same moment, he reached down and adjusted the jet nozzle again. The forceful stream reclaimed its target on her clit with brutal precision.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her head thudding back against the wall. The dual sensation was exquisite torture—the unyielding pressure of his cock against her front, the relentless, pulsing water at her core from behind. She was pinned between them, a live wire of pure need.
“Please,” she whimpered, her hands fluttering to his shoulders.
He caught her wrists in one of his large hands and pinned them above her head against the tile. “No. Just feel it.” He ground himself against her, his breath hot on her neck. “How bad do you want it?”
The climax she’d been forced to hold back was a raging creature inside her, scratching to get out. The water jet pushed her higher, faster, toward a breaking point she knew he wouldn’t let her reach. The frustration was maddening. “I want it,” she panted. “I want your cock, Leo. Please, I’m begging you. Just fuck me.”
He held her there for another endless moment, letting her plead into the humid air, before releasing her wrists. “Alright,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. Taking her hand, he led her through the shimmering water toward the wide steps at the shallow end.
Her body shook with aftershocks of denied release as she sank onto the submerged step, the water lapping at her breasts. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and desperate. “Please,” she whispered again, her voice raw.
He stood over her, a towering figure of sun and shadow, his cock jutting out thick and flushed. He cupped her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. “You can have it,” he said, his blue eyes blazing. “But you’ll use your mouth. And you won’t use your hands. Keep them on your thighs.”
A shiver of pure submission raced through her. She nodded quickly, placing her trembling palms flat on her own legs.
“Good girl,” he murmured, stepping closer until the head of his cock brushed her parted lips. “Now show me how much you meant all that begging.”
Chapter 8
The thick, flushed head of his cock tapped against her parted lips, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that tasted of salt and him. Maya opened wider, her tongue flattening to receive him.
“That’s it,” Leo growled, his hands moving to cradle her head, his fingers threading into the wet strands of her brown hair.
She took him in slowly, her mouth a warm, wet sheath as she slid down his length. Her lips stretched tight around his girth, her throat relaxing in practiced submission. She began a slow, rhythmic suck, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the feel of him, heavy and alive on her tongue.
The praise was short-lived. As she reached the halfway point, his grip in her hair tightened from a caress to a fist. He held her still for a heartbeat, then drove his hips forward in one brutal, commanding thrust.
His cock plunged deep, hitting the back of her throat. Maya’s eyes flew open, wide with shock. A wet, choked gag tore from her as he filled her passage, the sensation overwhelming. Tears sprang instantly to her eyes, blurring the sight of his abdomen, taut and hairy above her.
He didn’t stop. He pulled back only to thrust forward again, setting a punishing pace, fucking her face with deep, measured strokes. Each push forced a ragged, choking sound from her. Saliva and tears streaked down her chin. Her hands trembled violently where they lay palms-down on her thighs, obeying his order even as her body convulsed.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. His blue eyes burned down at her, watching every tear track its path. “Taking me so deep. You’re choking on my cock like a good little slut.” He thrust harder, making her gag again. “And your hands are right where I told you to put them. Such a good girl.”
The words, so filthy and so praising at once, sent a conflicting thrill through her panic. She was being used completely, and it was everything she wanted. Her pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh wave of desperate need soaking her core.
Finally, with a low groan, he pulled his slick cock from her mouth with a soft pop. She gasped, dragging in huge lungfuls of air, her body shaking with the aftershocks of the violation.
He leaned down, his bearded face close to hers. His breath was hot against her wet cheek. “You want to know what happens when you finally earn your release?” he whispered, his voice a dark, delicious promise. “I’m going to bend you over the side of this pool. I’m going to spread your perfect ass and fuck you there, hard and deep, while everyone in this neighborhood hears you scream my name. And only when I’m buried inside you, when you’re sobbing for it, will I let you come.”
He straightened up, his cock bobbing painfully hard before her tear-filled eyes. “But you’re not there yet.”
Chapter 9
Leo pulled his slick cock from her mouth with a soft pop, leaving her gasping. “That’s a good start,” he rasped, his blue eyes burning with intent. “But you’re not done earning it.”
He turned slowly on the submerged step, the water lapping at his waist. He guided her head with a firm hand, positioning her behind him. “Put that hungry mouth to better use. Eat my ass. And keep your other hand busy on my cock.”
Maya’s heart hammered against her ribs. She obeyed without hesitation, her submissive nature surging to the forefront. With her left hand, she reached around his hip and took his thick shaft in her fist, giving it a slow, firm stroke.
“Good girl,” he grunted, spreading his stance.
Maya leaned forward, the chlorinated water warm against her cheeks. She pressed her face into the firm, hairy curve of his ass. Her tongue, tentative at first, darted out to trace the tight furl of his entrance.
“Don’t be shy,” he commanded, his voice a low vibration. “Use that tongue like you mean it.”
Emboldened by his order and the feel of him pulsing in her grip, Maya opened her mouth wider. She flattened her tongue and licked a broad, wet stripe from his balls up to the small of his back before returning to circle his hole with firm pressure. She worked her tongue in teasing circles, then pressed the tip insistently against the resistant ring of muscle.
A ragged groan tore from Leo’s chest. “Fuck yes,” he panted, pushing back against her face. “Just like that. Get it nice and wet for me.”
Paike moaned softly against him, the filthy act sending a jolt of pure heat straight to her core. She worked her tongue harder, spearing it as deep as she could while her right hand pumped his cock in a steady, slick rhythm. Pre-cum leaked over her fingers, mixing with the pool water.
“You love this, don’t you?” he growled, looking back over his shoulder. “My dirty little slut, getting off on tasting me.”
“Yes,” she breathed against his skin, the word muffled but fervent. She increased the pace of her hand and the fervor of her tongue, lost in the dual sensations of serving him completely.
He let her worship him like that for long, agonizing minutes, his breathing growing increasingly ragged. Finally, with a sharp intake of breath, he pulled away from her mouth.
“Enough,” he said, turning to face her. His cock was a rigid, angry red in her fist. “You’ve earned a little more.” He cupped her chin, his thumb smearing her own saliva across her lips. “But remember my promise. Your real reward comes later.”
Chapter 10
Leo’s fingers tightened in Maya’s wet hair, a firm, guiding fist. He pulled her head back until her wide, submissive eyes met his. “Open,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp.
She obeyed instantly, her lips parting. He guided himself back into the warm, willing cavern of her mouth, the thick head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat. “That’s it,” he growled, his hips shifting forward. “Use your hands. Show me how badly you want to earn it.”
Maya’s hands came up, one wrapping around the base of his shaft, the other cupping his heavy balls. She began to move, a coordinated rhythm of suction and stroke, her mouth sliding down his length until her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his pelvis.
“Deeper,” he grunted, holding her head still as he pushed forward another inch. Her throat fluttered around him, accepting the intrusion. A ragged moan escaped her, vibrating along his sensitive flesh. “Fuck yes. You take it so good. My good little slut.”
He let her set a relentless pace for a moment, her hands slick with spit and pool water, her mouth a silken vise of heat. The sounds were obscene and perfect: wet sucking, his ragged breaths, her muffled whimpers of need.
“You’re going to make me come right down that pretty throat,” he panted, his fingers flexing in her hair. “And you’re going to swallow every fucking drop. That’s how you earn yours. You understand? You swallow my load, you suck me clean, and then maybe—*maybe*—I’ll let you feel something.”
The promise—or threat—spurred her on. She redoubled her efforts, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing faster, her hands working his shaft in counterpoint to the plunge of her mouth.
“Oh god… Maya…” His control shattered. His hips jerked forward, pinning her nose against him as he buried himself to the hilt. A deep, guttural groan ripped from his chest as he came, hot pulses of cum jetting directly down her throat.
She swallowed instinctively, again and again, her throat working to take it all.
When the last shudder passed through him, he didn’t pull away. He held himself there, spent and softening slightly in the heat of her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, his voice rough and spent. “Clean me up. Get every last drop.”
Maya obeyed, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head, licking up the final salty traces. She didn’t stop until he gently tugged her hair, pulling her off with a soft, wet sound.
He looked down at her, lips glistening, eyes dazed and devoted. A slow, satisfied smile spread beneath his beard. He traced a thumb across her swollen lower lip. “Good girl.”
He stepped back into the pool water and offered her his hand to help her up from the steps. Her legs trembled as she rose.
“Your turn,” he murmured into her ear as he pulled her close against his wet chest. The statement was a dark promise that made her shiver.
The chapter ended on a cliffhanger: Another interruption was coming... not a child this time but...