Take Me

              A new coral pink swimsuit and a fresh Brazilian wax seemed the perfect way to kick off summer. I smiled inwardly, that wax would be put to good use once Henry arrived. Since we began dating fairly informally I had a permanent smile plastered on my face. I loved how laid back he was about everything, if I wanted to stay in or go out, it didn’t matter to him, he went with the flow. He seemed happy to just be with me. It certainly helped that we clicked sexually, meaning it was the foremost thing on our minds all the time. His hands and mouth were so self assured when they worked my body to crazy bliss, I couldn’t get enough. Plus he was very inventive, randomly implementing whatever he found laying around as a restraint or blindfold. As of late my underwear had been used to bind my wrists and I think I had a dish towel obscuring my vision in the kitchen the other night.

             
Our schedules had been very cooperative as well, he was a new cop so he had all the terrible overnight shifts that most people shunned. I was bartending my way through grad school which meant I also had the night shifts, that left our days open to each other. When we were both at work it wasn’t uncommon for us to check in with each other with a dirty text or two. By the time the sun came up and he was getting off his shift, I was dying to get off as well and would attack him when he came through the door. Pretty sure that was pre-meditated seduction on his part, but I really didn’t care. I was a little surprised he hadn’t pushed to label our relationship, but I guess that was just his easy going nature because he certainly seemed interested.

             
The side I had been most interested in getting to know more of lately was this dominant sex god that he would pull out of nowhere and take my breath away with. I had no clue what I was getting into when we started hanging out, he seemed so mellow. The first time he took me, because it cannot be confused with a mutual love making situation, this man controlled me and my pleasure from start to finish, I was enthralled. Henry knew my body better than I did, but then again he was the one experimenting with it constantly, I don’t think I had used my vibrator in weeks. Poor thing was probably collecting dust I giggled to myself.

             
Speak of the devil, I thought to myself, as I heard him coming through the kitchen to the backyard where I was laid out next to the pool. “Morning love,” he murmured and bent down to kiss me softly, just a whisper, but somehow he put so much promise in such a small amount of contact. I closed my eyes and breathed in his cologne, a mix of something citrusy and cedar.

             
“How was work?” I politely inquired while sitting up cross legged, hoping vainly he would notice my new wax.

             
“Uneventful,” he shrugged and I saw his gaze zero in on the small amount of smooth skin that was visible around the edges of my swimsuit. He sucked in his full bottom lip and his mouth quirked up a little as I could see the wheels turning in his head. “I’ll be checking that out once we go back inside.” He nodded towards my silken, sensitive flesh and a little shiver of pleasure ran through me, there was no question in his voice, he would be between my legs whenever he chose and he knew it.

The moment he peeled off his t shirt to reveal his well developed abs my eyes were drawn to the little dark treasure trail leading down to his low slung trunks then to the indistinct shape of the mouth watering cock I knew resided there. I lost all focus but wanting him buried to the hilt inside of me. His dark eyes followed the direction of mine and he smirked knowingly, “Keep eyeballing my cock like that and I’ll take you right out here in view of the golfers.” He winked and laid down in a lounge chair next to me. While his eyes were closed and he soaked in the sun I took my time in a continued appraisal, appreciating the width of his shoulders, his powerful biceps, even his dark, curly hair that I loved to tangle my hands in. It was just the right length to be able to grip in the heat of passion, but not so long that it hung in his eyes.

              So far in our pseudo-relationship I really felt like I could tell him whatever I needed to get off and any new fantasies that suddenly popped up in my head, much like the one he had induced with his sexy threat. What would it be like to be so close to being caught, having people near enough to hear or see what we were doing? What if they actually watched us, what if I was aware of them watching, was I into that? I wasn’t too concerned with the repercussions, it would be awkward I am sure, but the risk was definitely worth it. I continued to stare at him while I chewed my lip and considered the physics of making this happen with minimal threat of exposure.

             
“Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad,” I finally spoke up when I felt that I couldn’t make myself any wetter from staring at the growing erection in his shorts and imagining him taking me out in the open.

             
“Come again?” he sat up and cocked a dark eyebrow.

             
“I’ve been staring at you like a piece of meat since you got here and I’ve no intention to stop, perhaps you should do something about it.” I bit my lip and leveled my gaze to his face.

             
“Come here,” he didn’t demand, but it wasn’t up for debate either, the deep timbre of his voice resonated deep inside of me and settled in my aching clit. I obediently stood and walked to his chair and straddled his hips, feeling the full length of his hard cock barely contained in his swimming trunks pressed against the thin, satiny material of my swimsuit. Cupping my face with both hands his eyes lowered to my mouth momentarily then Henry pulled me down a couple inches to brand my mouth with his, kissing me deeply and passionately. His lips were soft and firm alternately, kissing me so hard my lips felt bruised then just barely brushing my mouth the next moment. While he had my mouth enthralled his hips began bucking slowly, creating a rolling rhythm with just enough friction to make my pussy soak my swimsuit entirely, he was so close to where I needed him. I was very slick and needing so much more but he continued to tease me, pulling me down harder on him to ride his thickened flesh with our clothes still on and making out like teenagers. The sensation of his powerful hips molding my soft curves to his hard ones and feeling him anchor my body down to his so effortlessly was incredibly arousing. I loved his dominant side, he made me feel so small and feminine when his muscular body overpowered mine.

             
“There are people coming around now, maybe we should get in the pool,” I murmured into his mouth after glancing up for a moment to see the golfers closing in on the 5th hole, aka nearly my backyard. His stubbled cheek brushed against my mostly exposed chest when I peeked at the course again again and my breath caught in my throat from the rough sensation. An easy grin graced his gorgeous face before he mouthed my nipples over the fabric of my top, he bit down just the littlest bit to apply more pressure. I pushed my chest eagerly into his face, encouraging him.

             
“You sure you don’t want me to take you right here Mia?” the predator’s need and the desire to publicly claim me were written in the lines of arousal in his body, and I was willing to satisfy him within certain boundaries.

             
I reached down between our bodies and grasped his thick, hard tool and whispered into his ear as I stroked him, “You can either fuck me as hard as you want with full access to my tits in the pool, or we do it with swimsuits pulled aside here and you have to be discreet.” His cock jumped in my hand and I grinned to myself then licked the edge of his ear before nibbling gently. With my free hand I ran it through his curly locks and pulled his head back to meet his gaze, “Make your choice, I can’t wait much longer.”

             
“I’ll have both,” he growled and bit my lip as he pulled me back down to him, covering my mouth with his then yanked his shorts open and my bottoms to the side. He breached my entrance quickly, not giving any possibly onlookers opportunity to see us exposed and then buried himself completely in my tight, soaking passage. “Fuck,” he growled again, quietly and didn’t move, giving himself time to calm down a bit so he wouldn’t be madly fucking me and bouncing me for everyone to see. I kept one hand anchored in his hair, holding him closely, and with the other I held his face and we locked eyes as we kissed again, our tongues dancing as his hips began the most minute of gyrations.

             
Ordinarily such a small range of motion wouldn’t be enough to get me anywhere near where I wanted to go, but given the circumstances, it was more than doing the job. The devastating sensations he was creating with just the gentle rock of his hips drove me mad with need for more, to be fucked hard and fast, but he held me steady with his hands on my hips, forcing me to take this tortuous, slow loving. “Please, I need more...” I begged when he refused to increase the tempo even the slightest bit. He gave me a crooked smile and nipped at the sides of my breasts as he nuzzled in the valley between them, but not what I asked for and I groaned softly in defeat, accepting the throbbing ache as all he was going to give me for now.

             
“Just take it Mia, I want you like this first,” he kissed his way up to my chin and kissed each corner of my mouth before parting my lips with his tongue. The moist heat from his mouth invading mine made my breath come faster and shallower, I broke the kiss to get some air. My eyebrows furrowed and I leaned my forehead against his, it was too much, this slow build up, I was shaking subtly which he noted with another raised eyebrow. “Ok, I’ll let you get off now, don’t want you to combust,” he smirked and I felt one hand tighten on my hip as the other snaked forward to gently flick my needy clit then I felt my orgasm wash over me. It was smaller than most that he elicited from my body so easily, but I was hyper sensitive afterwards, either from being in the open or from how slowly it was formed. “Time to get wet angel,” he brushed my kiss softened lips with the pad of his thumb as if to break our embrace, but seemed to lose himself in the moment and his hands came back up to my face and held me tenderly as our mouths continued their amorous assaults. Finally tearing himself away from me, he pulled me up and quickly did what he could with his throbbing dick to put it back in his shorts and then led me to the pool. We waded in until about waist deep on Henry then he pulled his shorts off and waited while I followed suit. I was contemplating what to do about my top when he solved that dilemma by pulling a towel from a table and setting it up like a cushion against the hard edge of the pool and then pulled my breasts free and pushed me against the towel, putting my back to the golf course and my naked, eager nipples pointing to him.

             
“What are you waiting for?” I reached for his cock and pulled him to me while wrapping a leg around his hip. I palmed his stiff length while it was pressed between us, the back of my hand running down the ridges of his washboard abs. His hard warmth contrasted pleasantly with the softness of my stomach, I imagine he liked it too since he was thrusting gently into my fist as he pulled his lower lip through his teeth.

             
“You are so pretty,” he groaned with an edge of hunger tinging his voice as he bent to take one of my pink peaks into his mouth. His talented tongue swirled around the nub and sucked harder, pulling on it while my lower half thrust against the hand he had snuck down below the water level. He thrust two marauding fingers inside of me, readying me for a more serious fucking this time, now that we had some privacy. I started to moan, but caught myself, realizing that although we were mostly hidden from view, if I drew too much attention, a curious passerby would get an eyeful still.

             
“I might not be able to keep quiet,” I warned quietly as he continued sucking and pulling at my sensitive breasts. I stroked up and down on his swollen pipe as much as our close quarters would allow, keeping his desire piqued.

             
“Bite down on my shoulder,” he pulled away from my tits long enough to watch my expression as he finger fucked me more sincerely, angling for my g spot and I bit my lip to reign in my cries of bliss. “I can take it Mia, I like when you scratch and bite me.” He unabashedly kept eye contact as he made his little revelation and I tested the waters by releasing his cock and digging my nails into his back the next time he hit my sweet spot with his hand. The fire that flashed in his eyes was all the confirmation I needed and I nodded my assent as he withdrew his fingers and replaced it with a cock as hard as concrete.

             
As I felt him fill me again I nuzzled my face into his tanned, corded neck getting ready for when I knew the passion would overtake me and I’d need something to keep my mouth from spilling our secret. When my teeth just brushed along his broad, muscled shoulder I felt his fingers dig into my thighs where they were holding me in place and I bit down gently as his cock began to delve into me over and over. “More,” he hoarsely panted, and I obliged, biting down more earnestly. I swear I could feel his shaft pulse as his desire soared, and it drove my own even higher. His passion was igniting mine, pushing me to the edge and as I felt myself careening I bit down almost hard enough to break the skin, using my last reserves of mental strength to be careful. I drove him to an early climax with that bite and he bucked wildly into me as his seed erupted. He drove into me with such ferocity it felt like it was our first time together.

             
He held me against his chest as our hearts raced, since I couldn’t reach his mouth I settled for kissing his stubbled lined jaw, then his clavicle. I gloried in all the hard male shapes of his body. He still cradled my supple hips in his capable hands which I was very aware of, despite my previous two orgasms I found myself getting stimulated again thinking of how he was still deep inside and pressed against nearly every plane of my body. I ran my hands over his arms, rubbing out the teeth marks on his shoulder, then down his back. I traced each sculpted muscle until I got to his ass which I grabbed two handfuls of to drive him deeper into me. “You’re insatiable.” he half laughed-half growled at me.