Richard

Swimming was not the best idea, he admitted to himself as she playfully pushed him under the water. Her bathing suit was not particularly revealing, but it clung to her curves, showing off her stunning body. It wasn’t helping that she kept touching him and the feel of her skin on his was not helping him keep control. He’d chosen to bring her here so she could learn to feel comfortable around him, but he was finding he was feeling a little too comfortable around her.

In the end, he had to swim out to the deeper water, asking her to race as a ruse, just so he wasn’t battling a constant raging hard on. After they had got back to the beach, he handed her a towel and they made their way back to the beach house.

“I’ll cook, why don’t you get dressed and we can eat on the deck?”

He jumped in the shower and rinsed the salt from his hair, before slipping into some pants and a light top. He’d ordered some food so his fridge was well stocked. Frying up some chicken, and prawns, he chopped some salad and drizzled the lot in a dressing he’d made out of olive oil and lemon juice.

He found her on the deck reading a book.

“I know this meal would go better with wine, but I’ve only got beer.”

“You know I like it.” She took the plate from him and began to tuck in as he went back inside to fetch a beer.

“I was thinking,” he began as he handed her the cold bottle. “Maybe we could take a drive tomorrow or go for a walk in the mountains?”

“Maybe,” she said absent-mindedly.

“Or we could go to Santa Barbara. It’s just a little ways down the coast.”

She smiled. “That would be nice.”

She’d agreed to it, but she hadn’t really meant it. Maybe it was a mistake bringing her up here. One minute she was touchy-feely, the next, distant. He couldn’t read her at all. The sun was setting over the ocean casting warm ripples of gold over its surface.

“What would you like to do tonight?” It was a touchy subject as they both knew what he wanted to do. He had a TV and Netflix. Plenty of old movies to choose from. “We never did get round to watching Sabrina Fair.”

“Actually I was thinking of going in the hot tub if you don’t mind?”

He was surprised. The hot tub meant intimacy. Would either of them be able to cope with that? He wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it, having her sitting so close to him in her bathing suit. Still, he could hardly say no.

After they had finished, he turned the hot tub on for her and took the plates to put them in the dishwasher.

“It should be hot enough to get in by the time you have your bathing suit on. I’ll join you in there, once I’ve tidied this lot up.”

He cleaned up the kitchen and went into his room to put on his still damp shorts.

“What am I doing?” he whispered to himself, sitting on the end of his bed. He’d had so many grand plans of a romantic few days away, chatting until the early morning and so far they’d barely said a word to each other and he’d developed a severe case of blue balls. He’d not had sex in two years and now he was going to sit in a hot tub with a beautiful woman that made him hard just by him looking at her, and she couldn’t have sex! He ran his fingers through his hair and stood up from the bed.

She was already in the tub when he went out to the deck. Her head laid back on the edge and the water up to her neck. She looked so serene and so kissable with her eyes closed. Her hair trailed into the water, fanning out. He couldn’t see a thing below her neck thanks to the bubbles. He ran back inside and brought out two glasses and a bottle of champagne. Ok, it was technically wine, but he could do with some bubbles to go with the other bubbles. He only ever drank it when he was in the hot tub. The rest of the time he was strictly a beer man.

He set the glasses down and poured the champagne into both.

“Juliette?”

“Hmmm?” she murmured, opening her eyes. He handed the champagne to her.

“What this for? It doesn’t look like beer.”

“You can’t go in the hot tub without champagne!”

He climbed in, sitting opposite her. “Cheers.”

She downed her drink in one before setting the glass down on the side of the tub. Moving over to him, she hooked one leg over his, essentially straddling him. As she moved upwards slightly, more of her appeared over the water line.

Holy shit, she was not wearing a bikini top.

The feel of her wet skin on his, was more than he could handle if this was going to go nowhere.

“This is not the way to go about not having sex!” He rasped.

She answered by kissing him. Not the pecks on the cheeks or the light touch of lips they had been doing over the past few days but a kiss filled with passion and promise.

His hands, that had been idly holding his champagne glass and resting on the side of the tub, now plunged beneath the surface to finally feel her. Beneath the bubbly surface he found that it was not just her top she was missing. He ran his hands down her side, taking in her curves from her waist to her hips. No. Definitely no bikini bottom either.

Pulling her forward, he expected her to stop, scared, or at least nervous as her crotch rubbed against the definite bulge in his swim shorts. And yet, she carried on, seemingly oblivious to it.

Reason mixed with desire, confusing him and yet, reason was slipping further and further away as she writhed on top of him, a lap dance in water.

Finally, he got the strength to pull her back.

“I thought we were going to take things slowly?”

“I’ve taken things slowly my entire life. It’s about time I speeded things up. I want to make love with you. I want you to teach me.”

“What if I hurt you?” He wanted her so badly and yet the thought of doing anything that would hurt her was inconceivable to him. Most of all, he didn’t want to lose her.

“What if you don’t?” she moved forward again, taking his head in her hands. If that was an invitation, he was sure as hell going to take it.

Going slowly was the key here, he knew that, and yet he wanted to explore her, to taste every inch of her soft skin.

She tried to kiss him on the lips again, but he skirted to the side, kissing her cheek, before moving slowly down to her neck. She moaned, pushing her head back as he trailed kisses down to her collar bone.

He brought his hands slowly up to her breasts, the top of which were bobbing just above the bubbles. He found her nipples, circling them with his thumb on one side while his other arm held her close.

She put pressure on her knees at either side of him, so she lifted up another inch or so out of the water, exposing her perfectly pink nipples to him.

He looked into her eyes.

“Go on!” she breathed, holding onto his shoulders.

He took the nipple into his mouth, kissing and teasing, enjoying the taste of her.

He heard her breathing go ragged, her hips moving rhythmically against him. Her kneeling up had freed up space between them and his cock straightened upright, straining against his shorts.

“I want you. I’m ready.”

He heard the tremble in her voice, and yet he heard words of truth. The movements her body was making only confirmed what she was saying. He eased himself out of his shorts, battling the jets of bubbles to pull them down to his knees.

Taking her weight in his arms he brought her down gently until he felt the tip of her cock at her entrance.

“Are you sure?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

He could see the trepidation in her face. Bringing his hand down to help guide himself in, and taking her weight with his other arm, he pushed up slowly, feeling himself pushing against her unyielding flesh.

She bit her lip, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m hurting you!” He pulled back.

“I really want to do this. It’s only a little pain. I can get through it. It’s only supposed to hurt for a second right?”

He’d not slept with many virgins in his time. They just didn’t exist in Hollywood, but the few he had slept with had been easier than this. One quick push and he had broken through their hymen in no time. Juliette’s body was just not going to cooperate.

He stood up, taking her with him. Stepping out of the tub, he pulled her into his arms, carrying her as one would a baby.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I’m taking my beautiful woman to the bedroom.”

“Don’t leave me.”

There it was. The real reason she was nervous. He saw the fear in her eyes. Fear that she had somehow messed up.

“Not a chance.” He laid her out on the bed, her whole body wet with tub water. It dripped down onto the bed causing one hell of a wet patch. He should have had the forethought to get a towel first, but as he planned on adding to the wet patch, there didn’t seem much point.

He started off by giving her a small kiss on the lips. A kiss to tell her that everything was going to be fine, before following the path he’d made earlier down her body. He lingered on her breasts, just long enough to feel her body respond to his. Once he heard her small moans of pleasure, he carried on his journey, over her stomach and down to her secret place, A place no man had gone before.

Darting his tongue across her button, he breathed her in. She tasted so feminine and beautiful.