We stumbled out of the restaurant and made our way down to the villa.
For the second time in as many days, we were kissing and groping each other as we fumbled clumsily for the door. The key card didn't want to work, so instead of going back into the main resort building and explaining everything, he led me around the side of the villa and straight to the private pool.
He stripped off all his clothes and underwear and jumped in before I even had my strappy sandals off. The ankle closure had the tiniest little buckle, and my tipsy fingers couldn't make any sense of it.
He whistled, low and sexy, and said, “Leave the shoes on. Leave everything on. Come to me, Lexie. Come and get in this pool with me.”
So I jumped in. Still wearing my wrap dress and my underwear and my shoes.
He grabbed me and we kissed, laughing.
Some soft landscape lighting was on, so we were not in complete darkness, but the light was dim enough to not take focus away from the moon, high and full overhead. The sound of music was coming faintly from the main building, from the people still dancing and drinking and laughing. Just as loud, though, was the crashing of the ocean beside us.
And my heart.
Pounding.
We kissed and kissed, standing in chest-deep water in the private pool. The pressure of the water made my breathing feel shallow, emphasized my excitement.
He took in a deep breath and dove under to remove my underwear, tugging them all the way down and then off, over my sandal-clad feet.
When he came up, he pressed up against me, his firm erection between my legs, the head of his c**k pressing against my opening.
I remembered some fumbled attempts at hot tub sex from my youth and said, “Oh, Luthor, we can't do it in the water. Everything seizes up.”
He nudged the head in. “Not if you don't move it very much.”
I wrapped my arms around him and leaned my upper body back, parting my legs. “You're the gardener. Do as you wish.”
He pushed my legs with his knees, walking me back into a corner of the pool. He put one hand on the tile pool edge behind my head and used the other hand to guide himself in.
He slipped in easily, as I was more than wet and slippery inside for him. My pu**y grabbed on tight to his thick member, not allowing water past the opening. He moved only the tiniest of degrees, mostly pushing his pubic bone against mine, putting pressure on my clit.
It felt every bit as good as anything we'd done before, possibly better, because I hadn't thought it was possible.
As he thrust and ground against me, he said, “If I'm the gardener, who are you?”
“I'm just me,” I said. “I'm just your girl.”
He closed his eyes. “Just my girl.”
The mood shifted, and I felt a sea of emotion wash across me, there in the pool. I could barely breathe.
The pulses of his h*ps sent rays of pleasure through my body, radiating from my cl*t and from the fullness inside me. Still, he continued to move easily within me, gliding a little further with each push.
I bit his chin and he kissed me hard and shoved me back against the tile. My hands slipped down from his neck and grabbed onto his bu**ocks, my finger tips digging in. I was nearly weightless, and his thrusting lifted my feet from the pool's floor.
The water around us splashed from movement, spilling up over the edge.
My pleasure grew, and I stopped trying to stay quiet and moaned with the sensation he was giving me. One of my legs wrapped up and around his waist, inviting him to push deeper into me.
The sensation changed, with his c**k becoming harder, stiffer, almost stuck, barely able to move in and out, and I came, gasping. I squeezed his muscular bu**ocks and he buried his face into the side of my neck and moaned that he was coming too. As he did, the heat where we were joined rose up and melted away the rest of the world. The water around us blended seamlessly with the ocean, and everything was white-hot, boiling.
Apparently, the reason we weren't able to get the key card to work was because we were at the wrong villa.
After the staff member let us into our actual villa, Luthor looked at me, smirking, and said, “I thought that pool was a little small.”
I opened our sliding panel doors and pointed to the pool in front of our villa. “Yes, ours is quite a lot bigger.”
“Shall we christen that one as well?” He dropped his hands down to my towel-clad bum, the towel covering my soaked dress. He squeezed my bottom as he kissed my neck under my wet hair.
“Forgive me for being kinky, but why don't we try out that big, square piece of furniture over there. There are pillows and everything.” I nodded at the bed.
“My girl is a kinky lady,” he said, grinning.
He got me out of my wet clothes and onto the bed. He rubbed my cl*t and fingered me. “Slippery again. Like magic.”
I started to say something, but he climbed over me and started licking my br**sts while fingering me, and I lost the ability to do anything but breathe.
We rubbed each other for some time, and I put his c**k in my mouth to harden him, but not to put him over the edge yet. When we were both ready, he climbed on top of me and gently inserted himself. One of the side table lights was on, and his face was well-illuminated in soft, gold light.
I kept looking to one side or the other, closing my eyes briefly, but every time I opened my eyes, he was right there, in my face, staring into me. The emotions came back, and my chest was tight, as thought I was scuba diving again, under water, under pressure.
And still, he kept gazing into me, his look so adoring. So loving. He looked like he wanted to say something, or was waiting for me to say something.
I couldn't take it, so I spoke up and stopped him. “I want you to spank me,” I said.
Spanking was just the first thing that popped into my head, and I wanted to change the mood, change the channel, get him to stop looking at me like that.
He seemed surprised by my request, but happy to oblige.
I rolled over and got up on my knees, leaning forward and propping my chest up with two of the pillows. “Spank me, gardener.”
The first slap was quite light, barely making a sound.
I moaned and squirmed, playing the part of strumpet. It was, after all, the part he wanted me to play. It was why he'd brought me out there, halfway across the world. I was his play-thing. The whole world was his resort, and if I was lucky, he'd show me the same generosity he'd shown Sue, the woman from the hotel.
He slapped me again, harder, and I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
This time, I wasn't faking it or acting. That really stung!
He slapped me a couple more times, and then I felt his c**k in my opening. A few more slaps, and he was thrusting into me, very aroused.