Vacation With Benefits

Gina slips into the pool naked. Warm water slides over her skin and she floats without thinking. A man’s shadow falls across the deck. Christian Clay is home early. He stands still, suit rumpled, briefcase in one hand, eyes fixed on her bare back and ass. She turns. They stare. Nothing is said for a long second. Her nipples tighten. He sets the briefcase down. She swims to the edge, reaches up, and he helps her out, his palm sliding down her wet hip. Water trails down her thighs. She’s already breathing quicker when his fingers brush the small of her back. She drops to her knees on the wet tile. Her mouth finds him fast, wet and hungry, the taste of chlorine mixing with the salt of his skin. He grips her hair and lets her work. When his breathing turns rough, he lifts her onto the lounge chair, turns her onto all fours, and pushes in. Her moan breaks loud across the empty deck. He fucks her hard from behind, hands spread over her ass, watching himself slide in and out. Every stroke knocks a soft sound from her throat. She reaches back, grabs him by the base, pulls him out, and turns to take him straight into her mouth again, sucking the taste of herself from him before he can finish. He doesn’t last much longer. He pulls free, strokes once, twice, and comes across her open mouth and cheeks. She licks her lips, catching what she can, eyes half-closed in the sun.