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  “Tell me what you see,” he demanded.

  Her gaze drifted over to the mirrors. She saw his dark head hovering close to her flushed, damp breasts. He’d made the nipples look large and vividly pink with his attentions, the contrast stark in comparison with the surrounding pale, curving flesh. And the shirt . . .

  “You made me look like some kind of X-rated Daisy Duke,” she muttered.

  He chuckled and slowly kissed the nipple nearest to the mirrors. “You can do better than that,” he chastised her for the description. He began to slide his pursed lips up and down over the erect crest, using the tip of his tongue to flick the center nubbin. Her clit pinched tight. She moaned and clasped his head to her as frissons of excitement and pleasure coursed through her. “I like how different you look than me,” she said, her gaze now locked to the erotic image of his mouth and hand on her breast.

  “Hmmm?” he asked, sounding both interested and preoccupied, as he used his hands to plump her breasts together and continued to suck her nipple in and out between her lips.

  “You’re so . . . masculine,” she whispered. “Your hands are so big. You make me feel—” She gasped when he drew on her nipple more firmly, suction hollowing out his cheeks. “So feminine next to you. So wanted.”

  “That’s because you are so wanted,” he told her as he molded her breasts more firmly into his hands and brought her nipples together, licking and kissing them both at once with feverish intensity. She put her hands between her legs to stifle the ache that flamed high there, and then she reached for Seth’s cock. She made a sound of frustration when she couldn’t reach him, because he knelt in front of her, his knees on the bottom of the pool. He wouldn’t let her alter her position as he sipped and sucked at her breasts with avid intent. An anguished sound left her throat. His head rose. He nipped at her neck and then plucked at her parted lips. His hand closed on hers as she rubbed her clit. His eyebrows went up when he realized what she’d been doing. “Are you playing with yourself while I play with you?” he asked with fond amusement.

  Her cheeks burned. “No. I mean, yes. But I was trying to reach you and couldn’t, so . . .”

  His smiled widened as he bit gently at her lower lip. “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t want to be reached at the moment. I like finding you with your hand between your legs too much.” Her head fell back, and she moaned when he used his finger to press hers between her labia and they both rubbed her clit in the warm water. He dropped heated kisses on her mouth, but it was the way he watched her with such hungry focus that undid her.

  “Your cheeks are turning red, Bright Eyes,” he said, his deep, gravelly voice rushing over her wet, naked skin like a rough caress. Her eyelids drifted closed as their hands began to move in synchrony between her thighs. “No. Keep them open,” he demanded. “I told you I love that helpless look you get in them before you’re about to come.”

  “I’m not helpless,” she muttered thickly. Oh God, she was hot, and her clit was starting to sizzle from Seth’s deft maneuvering between her thighs. Even though water surrounded her sex, their fingers moved with slippery ease. He rose slightly in the pool, his muscles flexing and gleaming with moisture.

  “No?” he asked. She blinked dazedly because his hand had left her. He was reaching behind her. When his hand returned, she saw the purple tubular vibrator in his hand. He must have secreted it in the towels. Immediately, he turned it on and plunged his hand into the water. “If you don’t want to call it helpless, fine, but you are about to come.”

  She cried out shakily when he pushed the vibrating tube between her labia and began to slide it up and down against her clit. It must have been waterproof, because it was working just fine underwater.

  “Nice?” he asked.

  “God, yes,” she moaned, panting. It was too much. She was drowning in thick, hot pleasure.

  “Here,” he said, grabbing her hand hastily. “You do this.”

  She took the vibrator from him and continued manipulating it over her clit. Part of her couldn’t believe she had become so shameless with him, but most of her didn’t care. It felt so good. Seth rose out of the water suddenly, the image of rivulets of water rushing off his naked, awesome form scoring her consciousness. Her face was at the level of his long, strong thighs sprinkled with wet, dark hair. His cock was fully erect, springing from between his thighs. The long, thick staff was flushed dark pink from the heat and his arousal. The fat, defined cockhead was the very image of temptation. She opened her lips and leaned toward him, but he stopped her with his hands on her shoulders.

  “No. Lean back as far as you can,” he said, and she could tell by the roughness of his voice that he was nearly as excited as she was. She leaned back against the smooth cement surround, her gaze never leaving his cock. “Farther. Arch your back and stretch your throat back. That’s it,” he acknowledged when she rested the crown of her head on the terrace surface and arched her spine, sending her breasts high. Excitement and anticipation pounded through her. She thought he was going to kneel over her and push his cock into her mouth.

  But that’s not what he did.

  Instead, he plumped her breasts higher in the pocket of the tied-off shirt and placed his foot on the bench below where she sat. He braced himself with his arms on the side of the pool, his big body tenting her, and pushed his protruding, swollen cock against the cleft of her breasts. Gia cried out in sharp excitement at the sensation of his heavy, warm cock against her skin.

  “Look in the mirror,” he growled from above her as he thrust and sent his cock deeper into the cleft of flesh. She rolled her head sideways and watched, spellbound as he sawed his hips back and forth, his glistening buttocks flexing magnificently as he rubbed his cock between her breasts. “You said you liked how different we are,” he grated out as he thrust, and the swollen cockhead popped up between her breasts. She pushed one breast closer to his thrusting cock, cushioning his hardness in her softness. He groaned roughly. The image of Seth naked and hovering over her in such a dominant position, of his flagrant, ruddy erection against her pale, curving flesh—all of it overwhelmed her with excitement. It would be stamped in her brain forever. She felt herself cresting against the vibrator. She cried out and shuddered in pleasure.

  “You can’t get much more different—or beautiful—than that,” she heard Seth say as she moved the vibrator rapidly between her thighs and rode the hot waves of orgasm.

  Her eyelids had clamped closed while she came thunderously. She raised them sluggishly when she felt Seth gently lifting her out of the water. The smooth tile surround felt cold and delicious against her steaming flesh. She stared into Seth’s face, her brain and flesh heavy with satiation and heat.

  “I think I overcooked you,” he said, his handsome mouth quirking. Despite his smile, he looked concerned, she realized. “Are you okay?” he asked her gently.

  She blinked, trying to muster her brain into working. The cool air against her wet, hot skin was helping clear the heavy sensual fog.

  “Yeah,” she swallowed. “That was . . .”

  “Nice?” he murmured, leaning past her. His movement caught her attention. His cock still looked huge and heavy between his strong thighs. She sat there, panting softly, her focus now entirely snagged, as she watched him efficiently roll on a condom. He sat on the deck next to her, their feet both still in the bubbling water.

  “Gia?”

  “Huh?” she asked, dragging her stare off his cock and gazing up at his face. His brow quirked in mounting concern, and she gave her brain a vicious mental prod. “It was so nice. I don’t know how you make me so . . . different.”

  “Different?”

  She nodded, licking her bottom lip. “You take me out of myself,” she whispered.

  His slow smile made her cooling skin prickle, bringing her back to the moment, surer than anything. “Maybe you just are being more yourself.” She blinked as
she took in his words.

  “I’m going to try and make this easy on you,” he said, urging her to stand with his hands on her shoulders. “Come here,” he directed gruffly, guiding her between his spread thighs, her back to him. She felt his cock brush against her ass and glanced back. He was holding it up, aiming it between her thighs. Understanding his intent, she braced her hands on his solid thighs and lowered. He found her slit. She bit her lip hard at the sensation of him flexing his hips and pushing the plump head into her. Gritting her teeth, she dropped lower onto the rigid stalk.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” he groaned roughly, transferring his hands to her hips. He took the majority of her weight, lowering her slowly onto his cock. When she sat in his lap, he circled her hips in a taut little circle, his thumbs sinking into her buttocks. Gia hissed at the incendiary sensation of him stretching her and throbbing deep inside. Glancing aside, she saw how tense his big body looked in the mirror, his biceps and shoulder muscles strained hard and round as he contained his arousal. She sat forward slightly to accommodate his cock inside her. He opened his hand along her hip and stroked her from ass to rib, his actions deliberate and focused. Her vagina flexed inward at the vision of his dark hand sliding against her skin. She moaned and began to lift over him, but he placed both of his hands on her hips and kept her nailed firmly to his lap.

  “Hold still while you cool off a bit.” Despite his command, his cock lurched inside her, and she heard the hard edge to his tone. As always, she loved the evidence that he wasn’t as cool and in control as he seemed most of the time. He began to stroke her again while both of them watched in tense fascination in the mirror. “What do you see?” he asked her, his deep, rough voice causing her spine to prickle.

  She said the first thing that popped into her brain. “My ass looks white as a ghost next to you,” she said, frowning slightly. She saw him smile. He caressed the buttock closest to the mirror.

  “I like it white,” he told her warmly, shaping the flesh to his palm. “I’d like to turn it pink . . . and hot beneath my hand.”

  Her gaze flew to his in the mirror. He was watching her with a steamy focus. “Don’t worry,” he told her, restrained amusement in his tone. “I’m not going to spank you now. You already look wrung out as it is.”

  “I’m fine,” she said quickly. She replayed what he’d just said in her head. Her clit pinched in excitement. Instinctively, she tightened around him. He grimaced and suddenly pushed her up on his cock then hauled her back again, grinding up on her and circling her hips subtly in his hands. She whimpered at the incendiary, unexpected stroke.

  “You’re not fine. You’re fucking fantastic . . . and a trial,” she heard him say darkly. She saw his broad chest expand as he inhaled slowly. A thrill shot through her to see him fighting for control. He seemed to come to himself and saw her greedy gaze on his face in the mirror. “You’re still holding the vibrator,” he said, stroking her hips. She blinked in surprise and glanced down. She hadn’t realized she still clutched it. Had Seth turned it off when she was short-circuiting in orgasm?

  “Turn it on and press it against your clit,” he instructed warmly.

  “No,” she said shakily. He’d seen her come undone enough for one night. She wanted to see him unwind. “Fuck me.”

  She saw his mouth harden in the reflection. He sunk his fingers into her ass and rubbed her lasciviously.

  “Turn on the vibrator, and press it against your little clit,” he repeated. He hadn’t increased his voice volume, but he gave her a dark, significant glance in the mirror. She sighed and turned on the vibrator. It buzzed energetically. “I don’t see why I have to be the one to always lose control,” she muttered under her breath.

  “Do you want to bring me pleasure?”

  “Yes, that’s my point.”

  “Then do as I say,” he said gently, but succinctly.

  He was trying to tell her that seeing her in the clutches of pleasure is what aroused him. Slowly, holding his stare, she brought the vibrator between her legs. She tensed and shuddered slightly when it vibrated into her most-sensitive flesh.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned. It felt so decadently good, to have Seth stroking her with his big hands and filling her up completely with his cock while the vibrator buzzed away at her clit and labia.

  “That’s right. Move it up and down now. Let me see,” he was saying behind her. She realized he was straining to see in the mirror because her forearm was in the way. She moved the vibrator to her left hand and began to push it up and down in the cleft of her sex lips, letting him observe her naked hedonism. What use was there in hiding it, when it seemed to crave the spotlight in Seth’s presence? He clutched at her hips and ass and began to rotate her subtly in his lap. “Yeah, that looks so beautiful,” he said thickly, and she felt his hot gaze on her almost as surely as the vibrating metal tube. “Lean forward a little and ride it.”

  She blinked, a little unsure of what he meant. Then she realized that if she braced herself more securely on his thigh and leaned away from him an inch or two more, it really was a little like she was riding the thrusting little vibrator.

  It was so naughty. It felt so good.

  She did what came naturally. Taking just a little of her weight on her bent legs, she began to ride the vibrator and Seth’s cock at the same time.

  He groaned roughly, like something had just been ripped out of him. He popped her ass with his hand, but it was a love slap more than a punishment, and she knew it.

  “Dirty, adorable girl,” he accused with rough fondness before he grabbed her hips and drew her up the length of his cock several inches. He crashed her back down onto him, his biceps flexing hard, their damp skin slapping together. “What a sweet little pussy,” he grated out.

  Almost immediately, he was urging her up again, and she knew by the way he clutched her back to him, skewering her with his cock, he was becoming as unwound as she was.

  She gloried in it.

  Her thigh muscles tensed as she bobbed her hips up and down over his cock, but he took a good portion of her weight. They found a taut tempo that had both of them clenching their teeth in pleasure. Gia felt it happening all over again as she lost herself to the hot, mounting bliss of the moment. She stared in awe at the image of their mating. It was lewd, and vivid, and magnificent. His cock looked intimidatingly big and flushed with his blatant arousal next to her pale curves, his hands holding her at his mercy.

  She was at his mercy, and she loved it.

  “I love seeing my cock in you,” he said darkly.

  She bounced on him more forcefully and he groaned. He lifted his hand and swatted her ass, and then grabbed her to him again, smacking their skin together.

  Excitement tightened every muscle in her body. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to give in.

  “Seth,” she cried out in anguish. He fucked her at a relentless pace, never once breaking stride. She was starting to shake.

  “Go on. Come,” he said tensely.

  He’d issued an order and expected her to comply. She moved the vibrator frantically between her creamy labia, bobbing up and down in his lap like a cork in a wild, seething sea. He spanked her bottom again briskly for emphasis, but she was already following his command.

  “Oh,” she cried out wildly as orgasm hit her. Her muscles seized.

  “That’s right,” he said, his voice thick with triumph and lust. It was a little hard to keep up their frantic pace while she shuddered in pleasure. Seth took most of her weight, settling her into his lap. He continued to fuck her while she came, every muscle in his powerful body straining tight as he controlled her movement on him. He stabbed his cock into her with short, hard strokes, racing for his own release. It was such a discombobulating rush of pounding pleasure and straining sinew, for a moment everything blurred in Gia’s consciousness.

  She finally focused on the reflection of
Seth’s profile. He didn’t make a sound as he watched himself—not in the mirror, but in real life—drive his cock into her with ruthless abandon. In the mirror, she saw his rigid face, blazing stare and bulging muscles. Suddenly, a great shudder went through him and an ominous low growl escaped his throat. A thrill of anxious excitement went through her.

  Talk about sitting on a bomb.

  He pulled her down in his lap, and she felt his cock swell. His growl escalated to a roar. She felt him pulse high in her as he ejaculated. He kept her nailed to him as he came, the only exception being the way he pushed her buttocks together and circled her hips tautly in his lap. It was overwhelmingly thrilling.

  Finally, he lifted her once and crashed her back to him.

  He made a harsh, ragged sound. Instead of slowly fading, all the tension seemed to fall out of his big muscles. He encircled her waist and brought her against his torso tightly, his face pressing to her shoulder blade, his powerful chest heaving against her as he fought for air. He clutched her like he was afraid to let go.

  Gia just stared at him in wonder in the mirror, as moved by the vision of him frayed and undone as she was by the ruthless, powerful lover.

  Sixteen

  Gia was beginning to get used to a vacation schedule, as new and alien as it was to her. She was starting to love the long, sweet hours filled with nothing but relaxation and discovery and pure, golden pleasure with Seth.

  They spent the next week in a cocoon of warm intimacy, sitting in the hot tub under a dome of stars, talking, playing cards and watching old movies in bed far into the night. A few times, Seth brought some blankets onto the deck and they would lie on the wooden bench, snuggled together and cocooned beneath the covers.

  “Do you like to go camping?” Seth asked her once as they had stared up at the beauty of the night sky.