It cannot be happening, not with him, he is like impossible to attract. He is way too handsome, and I do not believe he would do this type of thing with me. It cannot be what I want it to be.

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"Are you sure?" the deepness of his voice shivers me, and the butterflies do not remain in my stomach anymore once he brings his hands down to my thighs. "I can move if you want," he easily rises the temperature by touching my inner thighs with his thumbs in a subtle manner.

Is it really happening? This is getting really hot, and the silence that the tension just caused is making this hundreds of times even more arousing.

"How...?" I cannot stop this here, I spur him to continue, sending him the hints that I am loving the way he touches me. This is my fault, I could not stop wriggling on him, and he must have gotten something I did not mean to tell with my body only, but do I regret it? I do not.

"I don't know," he demands some eye contact, maintaining it with a different look into his eyes. They seem so sharp now, I am proud of what I just caused. "Show me the position you want to be in."

"Like that is good..." I spread my legs now that I am sure he does talk about the same thing as I do, and I thrust my hips and press my curves, that he does not seem to dislike, against his body. Now, after all the frictions, I can feel how hard he is getting because of me, and I will never be able to describe how turned on I am. I never felt this way.

"Like that?" he applies pressure on the back of my thighs, and I feel him thrust as well, both staring deep into each other's eyes like we just forgot real life and everything that goes with it. "Yeah...I think..." I lose my senses at the feeling of his fingers passing over my butt heavily, getting inside my t-shirt, and running up to half of my back. Seeing how aroused it makes him, I wrap my arms around his neck and slowly go back and forth.

Our eyes never glance away, both knowing what we are doing but not even understanding how everything went downhill so quickly. "Am I making you uncomfortable...?" I make sure he is okay with this, and he shakes his head, biting his lips while staring at me and making my hips push a little harder on the right spot. "Keep going..." his voice lowers. "Just right there," his grip makes me focus on one area, his hardness, but our faces get closer to each other, reducing the space between our lips as we both want them to touch.

"Do you like that too?" he whispers and looks at my lips, so I lick them unconsciously and nod. "Yeah..." the word almost leaves in a whine, feeling the butterflies everywhere. "This is...good like that..." I watch him bite his lips and gaze up into my eyes, but mine close for a few seconds out of weakness. "Or maybe...just a little further..." I burn against him, feeling hot as ever, and I go a little harder. "Yeah...a little further..." his touch on me tightens, becomes more firm, and my heartbeat goes insane once we really start to do this without it being a dream of mine again.

His whole facial expression turns sharper, and I grind onto him, feeling his hips give some thrusts to rub his obvious erection on my core. It feels so thick, hard, I just cannot stop, it feels way too good to think about the consequences of what we are doing.

His eyes leave mine for my lips more often, and the excitement overwhelms me. I close my eyes for a few seconds, and my breathing hastens, turns heavy, just like his has. "We should..." he whispers against my lips but parts his glossy ones, and I revel in the emotions his face is expressing. "We should stop..." his lips part wider, getting him to look even sexier. "Yes..." I agree but keep going, and he does too. "This never happened..." he faintly smiles through the pleasure he cannot deny anymore, and he pushes his cock even more against me while forcing my hips against his when the water makes it feel like we are not wearing anything at all, going back and forth in a perfect manner.

The air in my lungs trembles once he murmurs my name in a moaning voice, and a 'yeah' goes out of my mouth in no time at all. He tilts his head, my body shaking as the pleasure is getting me high at this point, and he kisses my neck but makes me whine, quietly. "You sound so pretty," he grins against my shivered, blazing skin, but I do not even think about what I am doing anymore, I slide one hand between us, and I stop at his lower abdomen, my fingers skirting the waistband of his shorts, I peek up at his eyes but cannot even look into them for more than two seconds.

However, the hand, on which is ring is, raises my chin up. "Look into my eyes," he orders me to do, and I obey, feeling all the electricity rush through my body to make my limbs ridiculously tremble. My heart pound me in the chest as this moment is driving me out of my head, and he dives his veiny hand back in the water, but only to grab my wrist, stare deep into my eyes, and slide my hand down on his erection that I have been willing to touch.

Now that I have his consent, I rub his cock even more, making him groan and brush his parted lips past mine. We both breathe into each other's mouth, but I already feel close to it, very close, so I find the tip of his member with my shaking hand, I jerk my fingers on it, but he crushes my thigh with his big, veiny hand, and moans in my mouth.

"Right there..." he whirls us around and forces my body into the wall, and he pulls my legs apart but makes it impossible for me to not shake from everywhere and feel in an orgasmic state. "Ugh..." he lowers his head as his growl just made me numb. "Why does it feel so fucking good...?" his strong hold on my hips and thighs keep me still to rub his cock against me even more heavily and quickly.

"Don't stop..." I grab his hair, and my head falls onto his shoulder. "I'm coming..."

"Come," he uses his hand as well but slides it into my shorts, and a sound full of submission and pleasure slips out of my mouth, then he finds the right motion, doing it in a circular way and applying the perfect amount of pressure on my clit while his cock is spreading the lips, and that he is staring at me getting off. Feeling his hand just right there is making me lose control over my body for the first time, and I can barely breathe.

"Like that?" he rasps, but I cannot speak anymore, only my body gives him the answer. "Yeah," the smile resounds through his voice full of ecstasy, but right at the moment that I hit the climax, my blood rushes to my head, I thrust, feel all the pleasure run through my limbs to tense them, and this feels so amazing that I cannot even hold my voice back. I moan in his ear and some whines follow it when I did not even know someone could make me do that. "It's so good—" I whimper for the first time, my head bends back, and I spasm in his arms.

"You're so beautiful..." he compliments me even through this, but I feel way too weak to even respond. He slows down the rhythm of his hand but keeps thrusting, wanting the orgasm to stir his mind up too. No matter how shaky my hands are, I help him, and this time, I slide my hand in his shorts to make him finish, and he expresses how much he likes it right away. "Make me cum too..." he closes his eyes but holds the side of my face with his throbbing hand, and his forehead touches mine, his wet hair stinging to his hot skin and my blushing one. My hand goes faster, he skims my lips with his, but then goes forward as if he couldn't hold back from kissing me anymore, his tongue slides into my mouth, and we French kiss.

He is such a good kisser, I am not even surprised, but this is so heavenly wonderful. "Don't stop—" he breaks the kiss, abruptly, leaving his hands on one of my thighs, and my waist. "I'm comin'..."

I keep my eyes fixed on him, hearing and feeling his unsteady breathing, how heavy and shaky it is, and I twist my hand but go faster. The orgasm hitting him, I contemplate him, his eyes closing, his swollen lips parting a little wider, his tattooed chest rising and going down at a fast rhythm full of no steadiness. I cannot help but smile while witnessing this, but once he reaches the peak of pleasure, he hides his face against the side of mine, bends it forth, and he gasps against my sensitive neck, panting harder and giving rougher thrusts to feel his cock slide back and forth in my hand and crush me against the wall, showing unwittingly how rough he can be, before coming and moaning in my ear, deeply as if it was the best feeling ever and that he could not control himself.

"Don't stop..." his trembling sigh full of pleasure gets me to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his strong touch on me, his voice in my ear, and I go on with my hand now that he released on me, listening to the arousing sounds he's making. "Y/n..." his breathing hitches. "Oh..." his hips slow down, and I smile.

I cannot believe this just happened. This is unreal, and I am kind of surprised but relieved that he moaned my name and not his wife's one.

Once he brushes his hot cheek over mine to lower his chin, still panting, I pass my thumb over the tip but feel his lips part against my neck right away. "Don't...I'm sensitive," he smiles and takes my hand to pull it away but expose how shaky his gentle one is. "I'm so sensitive..." he presses a kiss under my jawline, and he puts his shorts back properly.

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When he is done, we both remain silent, and he puts one hand on my waist, then the other on the wall to stay in the same position. However, his eyes meet mine, and the difference in them surprises me. They are shining, they are even prettier than usual.

He does not say anything but inches closer, and he joins our lips, very softly, making me feel how sincere, how meaningful it seems. He cannot kiss me that way without feeling anything, this is too passionate, and I love this so much. I kiss him back with as much fondness, but he stops, his lips remaining against mine without moving. I open my eyes, and I fall into his shiny ones, the water making soothing noise when we are both speechless, he smiles at me, and his hand slides under my top, not giving a break to my heart.

"You make me feel so good..." he whispers, and he kisses me again, but he moves his body to press his torso against me, showing me how fast his heartbeat is as well. My hands cup his face to hold his sharp jawline, and his grip on my waist squeezes my skin, sliding down to my hip as the kiss is stirring my mind up and making me feel vulnerable to those emotions and sensations.

"Make me stop..." he smiles through the kiss, murmuring against my lips, I shake my head and refuse to do as told. I keep kissing him to not let it stop either, not wanting the contact to break. His heart hits his chest way more quickly than some seconds earlier as if our kiss was making it race, and I enjoy this like never I would have with someone else. The butterflies, the beating of my heart, everything is so powerful.

5 minutes later...

The kiss slowing down and ending with only some caresses over each other's lips, he breathes in my mouth and nuzzles my nose, but I do not open my eyes. I lower my head and put my face against the side of his to hug him, and he hugs me back.

"We should go back inside," he rubs his hand over my back, and I nod. I pull away, and he brings us to the edge where we can go out of the water, he helps me to do it, and I first leave but feel really cold. He follows me, and we both walk back inside without losing time.

My legs are shaking, and my heart is still beating hard because of what happened, this is insane.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I whisper to not wake up anyone, standing before the door of my room, and he puts his slippers on. "I'm not going to sleep right away, so I'll stay on the sofa."

"Okay. Does that bother you if I stay with you?" I ask, not willing to be in my bed, alone, without him. "Not at all, I actually want to spend more time with you only."

"I'm hurrying then," I smile, delighted to hear his answer. He nods to me and combs his wet hair back as he gave me one of the softest looks, and he walks away, so I enter my room to pee, towel myself, and put some dry clothes on.