through her spine.
“There. Happy?” With her hands on her hips, she aimed for cocky, but there was no hiding just how much she wanted him, his lips curling in a cocky smile.
“I’ll be happier once you’re on your knees, Lilly.”
Chapter 12
Keane didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder than he already was—until he saw Lilly kneel before him on the cold, hard tile, her fingers wrapping around his hard length. “Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.”
“Is this what you want?” As she let her fingers slip down his shaft, she ran her tongue up to the tip, flicking at the seam before she took him in her mouth, sucking him as her mouth slipped farther and farther down his cock.
“Fuck, yes…”
And then she was pulling away with a smirk. “Well, that’s just too bad.”
Before he had a chance to grab her, she darted out of reach and with a teasing wave at the edge of the pool, dove backward into the water, leaving him there alone, turned on, and shaking his head with a smile.
If she wanted to play games, then he was happy to oblige her .
Keane dove in after her, and after just a few strokes, caught her, his arm tight around her waist as he pulled her to him, eliciting squeals of laughter—and fucking hell, it was a sound he’d missed almost as much as he’d missed her crying out his name when she came. “You’re in so much trouble, babe.”
When she slipped her arms around his neck and smiled at him, it sent his heart thundering inside his chest, her body warm and soft against his, with his cock trapped between them. And then she bit his lip, the flicker of pain only adding to how badly he wanted her. “Is that so?”
Fucking hell, he loved her more than life itself. He’d half wondered if the new reality between them would live up to what he’d built in his head over the years. And the truth was, he’d gotten it wrong. It was so much better—and this was just the start of it . “I think you need your memory refreshed—though I suspect you’re misbehaving because you desperately want to be punished.”
When she rocked her hips along his length, he shifted her onto his cock, swallowing her needy moans in a hungry kiss as he filled her, her body stretched tight around his hard length. With his mouth hungry on hers, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he gripped her ass in both his hands, lifting her up along his cock as she rocked her hips, the feel of her fucking amazing. And she may have misbehaved, but there’d be plenty of time later to do a thorough job of doling out her punishment, knowing she’d enjoy every moment of it.
The warm water splashed around them to the rhythm of their fucking, as he broke away from their kiss, to bite and suck at her nipples, the water salty on his tongue. Her back arched as he flicked and teased her hardening nipple, her fingers knotting in his hair as their pace quickened.
He could tell she was getting close, but he wanted her to be desperate for him by the time she did come. Tightening his grip on her ass, he pinned her against him to keep her from moving. “Not yet, Lilly. You’re not to come until I let you. Am I making myself clear?”
She tugged on his hair and bucked her hips in response, and he swore, it nearly had him coming then and there, especially when she was being so defiant. He loved her feistiness—just like she loved it when he tried his best to wrangle it.
“And what if I come? Huh? What then?” The water dripped down over her skin, as her intelligent green eyes caught the reflection of the blue water, her hips grinding against him so her clit rubbed against the base of his cock.
It killed him to do it, especially when he was so close to coming himself, but he lifted her up off his cock and spun her around, thrusting into her from behind as he held her to him with her back pressed against his chest, her wrists trapped tight in his grip, and his mouth at her ear. “Now…where were
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