FOUR - RICH

MY INTENTIONS WERE HONORABLE, AT least at first. I was only thinking about getting out of my wet things and doing the same for her.

When I’d pressed my lips to hers and breathed air into her lungs, I didn’t expect it to do any good. I thought she was too far gone. But she surprised me. She was a fighter. That much was clear from the strength of her shove when she tried to push me off her the second she regained consciousness.

I was so relieved, I didn’t react at first, the salt water dripping from my face as her eyes closed again. I thought I’d lost her but then I saw her chest steadily rise and fall.

I knew I needed to get her somewhere warm. Picking her up, she was light as a feather, her eyes briefly opening to ask me what was happening before closing once again.

Looking at her, I thought again how beautiful she looked. As the adrenaline from my swim started to slowly fade, I was better able to think. It didn’t help. It meant I could stare at her and my body could react in the way it wanted.

The wetsuit clung to her every curve and it had been cut a little on her chest, a gap revealing a hint of her breast. I did my best not to look, my cock already getting hard at the sight.

When she was settled on the sofa, I did my best not to look at her any longer, it was already getting difficult not to tear that wetsuit off her, throw her legs open, dive between them and taste...

I concentrated on getting the fire going. Once it was sorted, I realised how cold I had become so I threw my top to one side before kicking off my socks.

I liked how she looked at me when she saw me topless. She looked scared and hungry at the same time, like she was afraid of how much she liked the sight. Another day and I might have happily fucked her but I needed to keep in control, make sure she was all right first. That was the priority.

I left her to undress, peeling off my trousers ready to go and stand outside, let the sun dry me. There was no one else around, I could have stood naked and enjoyed the warmth. But just as I was about to slip off my boxers, she called me back in. I only hoped she wouldn’t be able to tell how hard she was making me.

I crossed the room and the look in her eyes took me beyond the point of self control. I stood behind her, peeling the wetsuit from her shoulders, looking at her back as it was unveiled.

When it reached her hips, I knelt down, peeling it lower, staring at her ass. She was naked underneath and I kept looking at those pert cheeks of hers as even as the wetsuit reached the floor and she stepped out of it. For the briefest moment, I had a flash of her pussy and my cock twitched in response to the view. I ached to be in her.

Standing up again, I knew I should walk away, let her get dressed. Instead, I turned her around to face me. She glanced down, seeing how hard I was, the tent pole in the front of my boxers hiding nothing. She looked up again, staring into my eyes.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“I need to get out of these wet things,” I replied. She didn’t move.

She continued to look into my eyes as I leaned down, sliding my boxers to my ankles. As I kicked them off, the tip of me brushed against her hip and I took in a sharp breath.

We were both totally naked, facing each other as the fire began to snap in the grate, the heat reaching out into the room at last.

I looked deep into her eyes, seeing in them what I felt inside me. I didn’t hesitate. There was no need. I leaned forwards, wrapping my arms around her, my cock pressing against her stomach. Dipping my neck, I brought my lips to hers, plunging my tongue straight into her mouth, gripping her tightly.

She was tentative at first but then her tongue entwined with mine, darting forwards, then back. It was a kiss like none I’d ever encountered, the taste of salt still in her mouth. Her lips felt soft and warm, though my body was more aware of the hardness of her nipples against me.

I slid my hands slowly down her back, finding her buttocks, caressing them softly as she continued to embrace me.

I pulled back, looking down at her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her again before she could speak. Something about this felt absolutely perfect.

Her eyes closed as we stumbled backwards until I fell onto the sofa, her landing on my lap. My cock was between her legs, rubbing in place as she squirmed above me, her knees wide apart, her ankles sliding around my back.

I held her against me, kissing her again and again, loving the feel of her skin against mine, my cock yearning to be in her. Not yet, I thought. First I wanted to taste her.

I didn’t get chance. She lowered herself down me, kissing my chest as she went. I twitched with desire as her tongue stuck out and flicked over the head of my cock. She did it again. “Don’t tease,” I growled.

She looked up with a smile on her face, fixing her eyes on mine as she slid me into her mouth. I watched my shaft vanish past her lips and the warmth of her touch made me twitch again.

I moaned as she sucked on my length, burying my in her throat so far I was certain she’d gag. She let out a stifled cough as she pulled herself free, letting her tongue glide down over my shaft. “Come here,” I said, grabbing hold of her. “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to have you.”