Forbidden Heat (Firework Girls #1) by J. L. White

head, his other hand slides up my side, heading for my breasts. He stops just short, leaving my hardened nipples aching for his touch.
    Here’s your consent, dammit, I think impatiently.
    I grab his hand and put it on my breast, squeezing his hand so he’s squeezing me. That does the trick. He moans into my mouth, his hand caressing me freely now.
    I whimper with longing. The more he touches me the more I want. I’m soaked.
    His cock is digging into my thigh. I rearrange so he’s against my public bone, just above my clit. His hands clutch my ass— finally! —and he holds me firmly against him. God, where’s the bed in this place? I want to wrap my legs around him so badly.
    He comes up for air and our eyes lock on one another. Our ragged breaths mingle together. He’s not done with me yet, thank god. I see it in his eyes. I glance at the wall, but it’s made of huge blocks of rough stone. If he pressed me against that, it’d tear me to shreds.
    I glance at the pool. That could work.
    I take hold of his hand, backing away and pulling him after me. I lead him toward the far end of the pool, away from the glass door.
    He’s breathing hard, and when we pass the lap lanes and reach the shallow end of the pool, he pulls me to him and kisses me fully. My hands rub his back and chest, then I slide downward. Finding his cock, I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and squeeze.
    He groans, squeezing my ass and pulling me tighter to him. I squeeze his cock again. I feel it pulse against me. I’m throbbing. I’ve never even considered giving myself so quickly to anyone, but I need this man now.
    He pulls away from me, leaving my body cold, but he’s still holding my hand and now he’s leading me toward the water. As we descend the steps and submerge ourselves to our stomachs, I’m surrounded by the shock of the cold water, but I barely feel it I’m so hot for him.
    We come back into each other’s arms, bending our legs slightly so the surface of the water’s just above my breasts. He takes my face into both hands and kisses me even more hungrily than before.
    I wrap my long legs around his waist and pull him to me. His erection hits me right in the perfect spot and I moan, breaking contact with his mouth and curling my head down toward his neck.
    We are nothing but bare skin against one another, except in every place it counts. He grabs my ass and pulls me tighter against him. If it weren’t for his suit and my bikini bottoms, he’d be fucking me right now. Damn these bottoms.
    He’s steering us toward the wall of the pool and sets me against it gently. He pulls the fabric of my top partly away and my breast floats just on the surface. My nipple is hard and ready when he takes it into his mouth.
    I arch back. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing to my nipple but I feel it clear down to my crotch. I let out more than a whimper this time.
    He pulls away abruptly, looking toward the door.
    “No one’s here,” I whisper.
    “Shhh,” he says, turning back to me and taking me in his mouth again. His cock is bulging against me and I’m grinding against him now. I tug at his waistband with my hands, needing to get his suit out of the way.
    His hands leave me long enough to take over and I look down. Even through the wavy surface of the water, I see his massive cock spring free.
    Panting, I reach to my waist and pull the string tie on the bikini. I’m just now appreciating the wicked genius of this design.
    The white fabric of the crotch floats down, exposing me fully.
    He comes back to me, pressing himself against my breasts. Only one is exposed and I want to feel the other one against his chest too, so I pull the fabric away myself.
    His bare chest is against mine and the tip of his cock zeroes in on the right spot. Tightening my legs around him, I encourage him to enter me.
    He hesitates.
    “Don’t stop,” I breathe. “Please.”
    His cock breaks my entrance and I arch my head back, taking in a sharp