It was one of those hot nights.
The kind that never seem to get dark outside. The kind where the crickets are louder than usual.
Her skin seemed to glow on those hot nights.
He couldnāt help, but admire the feral gypsy she turned into when the pool was warm and the moon was full.
The glow of the water onto the garden was hypnotic and his fluffy towel felt like bliss around his naked waist.
She loved him like that. Half naked and completely at ease. Any excuse to admire him.
Nude, hair still wet from the water, moonglow leaving her iridescent, he felt content to just watch her sauntering around tending her garden before going inside.
Lost in the smell of rich herbs and tomatoes, she meandered just a bit too long. Purposefully. Teasing him. Letting his desire build.
The towel feeling a bit too snug he cleared his throat. The low rumble a first warning.
It didnāt take more than that. She quirked the corner of her smile and set down the watering can.
Normally sheād love to poke the bear, but tonight she was feelingā¦ Impatient.
He waited for her at the door, hand held out to escort her inside.
Off she went like a nymph for the bedroom and all he could do was laugh.
He made it to the bedroom just as she was catapulting herself into the pillows, giggling.
Moonlight bursting through the windows, the scent of jasmine filling the room. It was a heady scene.
No more games he thoughtā¦
He walked to the foot of the bed staring at his needy girl. Bottom lip firmly placed between her teeth. Eyes sparkling. Crooking one finger for him to join her.
He had his austere face on. It always did something to her. He could be so warm. So attentive. So silly. But at the same time she loved his beastly counterpoint.
A minute must have passed while he stood there admiring.
His scrutiny gave her goosebumps.
It seemed he was torturing himself just as much as her.
Those hipsā¦ He remembered that last time he left his finger bruises on those ample hips.
Creamy thighsā¦ Appears the bite marks have faded. Heād remedy that, he thought.
Feminine shouldersā¦ He adored the shiver that ran through her when he planted a single kiss on her shoulder.
Her wet hairā¦ Something about the way her hair dried to in those messy beachy curls. Always a pleasure wrapping his fist in those soft curls.
Wanted to make her feel even more vulnerable. More eager.
She did as she was told. As was their dynamic.
He didnāt say a word, but all she heard was his sharp intake of breath.
It sent a shockwave up her spine. Forcing her back to arch and her nipples to pebble.
His erection was beginning to hurt. He had not once grasped himself. The epitome of control and composure.
Needed to feel the silky heat of her cunt and the delicate alabaster skin of her neck between his teeth.
He stood up onto the bed with his knees. Hovering over her. Still not making contact. He didnāt have to. Not with her. He knew that well by now. One sentence and sheād lose her mind. So he said it.
āI can smell how ready you areā.
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