Next, she unzipped her frumpy skirt. Nothing about her clothes was sexy, but the way Cal watched her, she felt like the hottest woman alive. “Want to see more?”

Scrubbing both hands over his face, Cal groaned. “You’re tormenting me on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Does that sound like something I’d do?” With exaggerated movements, she slid the skirt over her hips before kicking it aside. Thrusting her shoulders back, she reached behind her and released the hooks of her bra. First she let the straps fall but kept the narrow cups in place with her hands.

Cal leaned forward, his gaze glued to her breasts. His breathing picked up speed. “I’m right on the edge, darling. Do you want me to beg?”

Monica affected a pout as she slipped off the bra. With one finger, she circled the areola of her right breast until her nipples grew hard. “Maybe later.” She fingered the front of her panties. “See how wet I am? All for you, Calum.”

He scraped his chair back and stood then, tearing at his shirt in his haste to remove it. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He strode forward and stretched out his hand to palm her breast, but Monica moved out of reach.

Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. Her hair whipped around her jaw. “You keep torturing me, I say turnabout is fair play. Mate.”

“Ah, but you want my touch.” Cal shed the rest of his clothes and stood there, staring at her, his cock hard, ready. Wrapping his hand around it, he gave it a long stroke. Monica watched, captivated at the sight of Cal moving a hand up and down the length of it.

Monica slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and wriggled them over her hips, revealing her mons, a little bit at a time, until she wore nothing but the black thigh highs.

Cal’s gaze drank her in. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

She grinned. “Better than an Austin Healey?”

He nodded, his expression serious. “Yes.”

High praise indeed. She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but it was a lovely compliment. Slowly, she peeled off one stocking, and straightened before extending her arm and dropping it on the patio.

“You’re almost there. Keep going.” Cal gave himself one more stroke.

By drawing this out, Monica was punishing herself. She wanted his hands on her skin, his mouth on her clit. He’d promised to taste her, after all. Her backside grew cold as she shed the second stocking.

Keeping him in her line of sight, Monica sauntered to the pool, swaying her hips with each step. As she glided down into the water, it sloshed against her ankles, calves, thighs. Cal remained on the terrace, staring after her. “Are you coming in?”

“Most assuredly.”

The water rippled against her stomach. “Feels good. Nice and warm.” When the water reached her chest, Monica turned and bent her knees, sinking lower as she watched Cal wade in. His delicious muscles contracted as he moved toward her.

“I know what will feel even better.” He walked closer, and she moved farther away, toward the wall. The pool wasn’t large, and she could stand at the deepest end and still keep her chin above the water.

Cal approached her, bracing his hands against the pool edge, and pressed his body against hers. Whipping aside her hair, he nipped the outer shell of her ear. “I like it when you’re spontaneous.”

Monica laced her fingers behind his neck. “I didn’t mess up your plans, did I?”

“No,” Cal growled against her ear. “Getting you naked was on the short list. I was planning on a shower too, but I’m nothing if not accommodating.” Gazing into her eyes, Cal cupped her face with one hand, then kissed her.

This kiss felt different from the others. Over the past few days, Cal had kissed her in passion, and he’d used light, butterfly pecks, but this one…this one felt purposeful. Almost serious. As the thought popped into her mind, Monica wasn’t even sure what that meant. She pushed the notion aside. Feel, don’t think.

She liked Cal’s hard body slick against hers, liked the way he made her hot and achy, made her breasts crave his touch. When she was with him, Monica felt wide- awake, as though she’d been sleepwalking through life these last four years.

Chapter 16

Cal gazed down at her flushed face. Monica’s fuller upper lip garnered most of his attention. Her tits, bobbing just below the surface of the water, were a very close second. Plunging his hand into the hair at her nape, he tilted her head back and sucked on that bloody upper lip. It drove him crazy every time she so much as licked it.

When Monica’s hand circled his cock and squeezed, every logical thought he had disappeared.

Cal continued to suck and bite her lip, but let go of her hair and handled those full, round tits. She liked it when he got a little cheeky with them, but Cal tried not to handle her too roughly. He didn’t want to cross the line from stimulating to painful, but he’d seen the faint bruises from the other day. He’d have to be more careful in the future.

As he torqued her nipples, twisting them, pulling them out, pinching them just hard enough, Monica used both hands to stroke his cock. The water provided added sensation. Her hands were slippery as they slid up and down his shaft. Bloody fucking fantastic, it was.

His hands gripped her breasts one last time before he nabbed her wrists. “No more. I want to taste you.” Holding her by the waist, Cal lifted her out of the water and set her on the rim of the pool. Between the half-moon and the soft lights shining around the garden, Monica’s pale skin glowed. Her nipples hardened in the cool air. She was so slim, her waist curving inward and giving way to fuller hips, rounding down to that splendid ass.

Cal gazed up at her. She was breathing hard, waiting to see what he’d do next. He appreciated her anticipation.

“Spread your legs, darling.”

Leaning back on her hands, Monica propped her heels on the concrete and spread her knees wider. Cal now had a very nice view of her pussy. Only a small triangle of hair remained on her mound, and the rest was bare. He ran a finger over the outer lips, and Monica shivered.

“Even your cunt’s lovely.”

Her body was ripe and inviting, every pale centimeter of it.

She watched as Cal spread her lips apart and fluttered his middle finger over her wet slit. Pressing down on the top of her mound, he worked his finger inside her.

“You said three.”

“I said it was a process.” Cal slid a second finger into her tight sheath, curled both of them upward, scissoring them back and forth. Monica was getting there, her arousal evident by the moisture coating his fingers as he continued to stretch her.

“That’s…that’s pretty good. Just like that.” Leaning her head back, Monica bit her lower lip.

“Pretty good is for amateurs.”

She lowered her chin to grin at him. “So you’re a professional finger-banger?”

Cal smiled back and slithered the third finger inside of her. That wiped the grin off those pouty lips. They formed an O as he glided in and out. She was more than ready to come, but Cal would use his mouth this time. After all, he’d given his word.

When he slowly removed his fingers from her body, Monica’s eyes popped open. “Don’t stop.”

“I have plans, remember?” Cal lowered his head to swipe his tongue along the edge of one outer lip. Her legs twitched, and a breathy moan escaped her while he sucked on it, gently, carefully. After a few seconds, he stopped to gaze at her. “Do you like that?”

Monica nodded.

“Want more?”

“Yes, please.” A hint of a smile played on her lips.

“Oh, I do like good manners when I’m tongue-fucking. Nicely done, you.” Unlatching his arms from her legs, he parted her and started lapping her inner folds, savoring her sweet, rich taste.

He used a steady rhythm, laving his tongue up the length of her, then swirling it around her swollen clit. As he licked her, occasionally his eyes drifted up to gauge her reaction. Monica’s face had softened in pleasure, her light blue eyes becoming stormy.