Twisted-Games

I gave her another hard kiss before I hooked her legs around my waist and
carried her out of the pool and up the stairs to her room. For what I had in
mind, I needed more than a pool ledge to work with.
I placed her on the bed, soaking in how beautiful she looked. Wet hair,
gleaming skin, face flushed with arousal.
I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her so deep she’d never
forget me, but even in my lust-fueled haze, I knew that wasn’t possible.
If we crossed that bridge, I would never let her go, and it would ruin us
both. I didn’t give a shit about me. I was already ruined.
But Bridget? She deserved more than me.
She deserved the world.
“Bucket list number four. Two rules,” I said, my words filled with gravel.
“One: if we do this, it stays here. This room, this night. We don’t talk about it
again. Got it?”
It was harsh, but it had to be said—for both our sakes. Otherwise, I could
all too easily lose myself in the fantasy of what could be, and that was more
dangerous than any predator or enemy.
Bridget nodded.
“Two: no fucking.”
Confusion crossed her face. “But you said—”
“There are other ways to make someone come, princess.” I palmed her
breast and swept my thumb over her nipple before taking a small step back.
“Now be a good girl and take off your bikini for me.”
A small shiver rippled through her body, but she knelt on the bed and did
as I asked, untying first her bikini top then her bottoms with agonizing
slowness.
Jesus Christ. I wasn’t a religious man, but if there was ever a time to
believe in God, it was now.
Since I couldn’t touch her with my hands—not yet—I caressed her with
my eyes. Bold and rough, my gaze dragging from her full, firm breasts to the
sweet pussy already glistening with her wetness.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Let me see what you’ve been doing all
those nights when you’re alone in your room.”
A deep blush bloomed across her body, turning ivory into rose, and I
wanted to trace its path with my tongue. Mark her with my teeth and touch.
Proclaim to the world who she belonged to, who she should belong to.
Me.