It seems like the stare that we're sharing lasts for an eternity. Undressing one another with our eyes, intimately and lustful. The second bottle full of emptiness and long forgotten. I slide my left hand in between my thighs, gently rubbing my thumb over the wet material that's clinging seductively to my skin; sending a fit of pleasurable shivers down my spine. Imagining that its Misha's skillful hands doing a number on me. I notice how his demeanor changes as realization of my sinful ways sunk in.
A visible breath heaves from his lips as he swallows down a lump, adjusting his pants which had grown a bulge. Glad to know that I still have that influence on him. I look on as Misha inched closer and closer, the world around us had faded from existence. It's just him and I against the universe. He came to a stand at the edge of the pool and remove his shirt, revealing a toned abdomen. Slightly I lick over my lips while ogling him.
He lowers himself into the body of water, stopping in front of me, holding out another bottle of purple liquid. I accept with a sly smile. His fingers brush against my hand, welcoming the butterflies to whirl into a rainbow formation. Fluttering their tiny wings and cause complete havoc within every limp of my body. I look up and lost myself in the sly smirk that's plastered upon his face.
I snorted in a halfhearted fashion, completely ignoring the situation at hand, "Wipe that arrogant expression off of your face?" This, however, only made his gleam broader. "Your wish is my command, Princess," he teases with a dangerous sparkle, shining shallowly within his gaze. His old nickname for me sets my skin aflame.
Strange to say that Misha still has the same affect on me. He came closer still and at a painfully slow pace came to a halt, standing abreast. We look at each other, a sinful craving amongst others, flooding the both of us. The invincible puppeteer jumps into action, as he work the strings. Misha's lips captures mine hungrily, like he haven't indulged in the guilty pleasures of any forbidden territory. I push my body desperately against his hard chest, feeling the need to touch him. My stomach churns but not in an uncomfortable fashion.
I need him like my body needs water to survive. Our heated kiss grow even more peckish like we've been starving ourselves for the last several years. I snake my hand down his physical structure, warm and nestled it came to a halt within his pants. Gently I fold my fingers around his member, to my astonishment he clutch his hand firmly around my wrist and pull it away from his boner. I look up at him surprised but as our eyes meet the invincible force pulls us back into each other.
His tight hold loosen around my wrist and I jump into action, like a survivor that's been lost at sea, pumping him between my digits. The thrill of the moment breeding butterflies within the pit of my tummy as the velvety skin rubs against the palm of my hand. The thickness of his veins pulsating as his cock fills up with blood. I moan slightly into the kiss as the longing sensation took full grip on me. Misha take the opportunity to add a little foreplay of his own by pushing a finger into my womanhood which had been asking for his touch ever since we've bumped into each other last weekend.
A louder moan escaped my lips as he curls his finger against my g-spot, muffling the sound by deepening the kiss. "You're so tight," he whispers into my mouth while he add another finger, stretching me out for the pleasure that's hopefully soon to follow. Nothing compares to this moment, as he takes my breath away. Nothing in this world matters, it's only him and me, the way that it was always meant to be. Nothing else had ever mattered to me as much as this, Misha and me!
He lift me up, as I practically weight nothing and I flung my legs around his torso. Gently he inserts himself, inch by inch. Filling me up to the brim. Another groan tumbles heavenly over my lips as he starts rocking back and forth, increasing the speed casually. The water around us lapping the tiles as Misha's thrusts makes tiny waves. I throw my head backwards as my own orgasm follows suit. He takes this time to suck at the sensitive skin around my erected nipples. Throwing my body over the edge of an euphorical state.
His thrusts becoming sloppy and offbeat, before emptying himself completely within me. Together we rode out our highs as pants fills out the evening air. He release me from his hold and set me down on shaky legs, sliding down his hands in the process gracing my skin, which after our lovemaking, still places winged insects within my belly. Misha took hold of my underwear and pull it gently up all the while looking into my eyes.
My breath caught up in my throat as I come to realize that the unholy level of chemistry's still there. The only thing that we've both missed out on over the years is time, otherwise the profane chemicals in our brains is just as aroused as it was our last night together. I pull him in closer wanting to have myself another portion of his forbidden fruit, another taste of heaven, while still feeling safe in his sanctuary.
I've missed him so much and I want to make up for lost time but as our lips are about to touch for the second time my mother's voice bellows from within the house: "Geni dear, food's on the table and Kyle's here!" Panic soaks in for the first time just my hearing his name, suddenly remembering that I'm soon to be married to Kyle Gonzalez yet here I am having pool sex with somebody who isn't even my fiance. The color drains not only from my face but from Misha's too.
I heave myself up and out of the water, walk over towards the outside wardrobe and retrieve a large yellow towel from the stack. I drape the dry warm material around my frame, as I turn around Misha's standing so close that I can feel the warm ripples of his breath against my skin. I snug in a deep heavy breath before swiftly stepping to my left. I look into his hurtful eyes but all that I can do is meet his stare with an apologetic one. Quickly I turn around and left Misha behind, standing alone.