Page 66 of Serenity

“Mmmh.”

She’d slowed her bounce, but I easily lifted her up and down, maintaining the stroke.”

“You feel so good, Bumble Bee. Go ahead and let that shit go. I feel you gripping.”

Up and down. My hands squeezed her ass and lifted her repeatedly. Up and down.

“Duke, let’s go inside. I thought you wanted to see my braidsssssss.”

Lengthy braids draped over her shoulder, swaying back and forth while she gripped her ankles. It was a compelling thought. Enough to convince me to get my ass out of the pool.

“Aight.” I kissed her parted lips.

“Fuck. Wait.”

She kept riding.

Kept gliding.

Kept sliding in the water.

I kept biting my lips and fighting against an unnatural desire to carry her out of the pool and lay her out on the deck around it. Fuck her against a solid surface.

“Somebody’s coming.”

“Yeah, you,” I smirked, nipping an ear lobe.

“No, Duke. Somebody’s coming outside!”

Serenity’s eyes grew wide.

“Aight, lift up.”

She rose slightly, removing my length from inside. Relentless, my hand fell to her clit and rubbed. Before our interruption, she’d been close. My ambition was to get her there. While I rubbed her clit, I watched as a lodge employee stalked the area around the tables, cleaning up.

“Duke, ssssstop,” Serenity dragged, letting her head fall to the side of my neck.

“Let go, Bee,” I encouraged, easing her back to the pool wall facing away from the source of our interruption.

Diluted with desire, she whimpered, moaned, and her eyes rolled. She panted and groaned, and her breaths came uncontrolled.

“Mmh, Duke. My pussy cumming.”

“Shh. Let that pussy cum, then.” Laying a kiss on her forehead, I watched as she crumbled. The weight of pleasure was so deep that she collapsed against my chest.

Time evaded us. Time and the remnants of lust. Holding her close, I gave her a few minutes to regain composure.

“My legs,” she fussed when we finally decided to exit the pool.

“Noodle legs?”

“Yes,” she sighed, sleepily blinked and pouted.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I instructed.

Once her arms were secured, I lifted her bridal style from the pool. Seated at one of the loungers on the deck, we dried our limbs with the towels I located in the pool’s bathroom area.

“Do I need to carry you up to the room, too?” I asked, collecting the clothes we’d shed earlier and drying behind my ears.