Free Friends With Benefits by Anne Lange Page B

eyes gleaming with lust as he watched, encouraging her to fulfill her fantasy. She could almost hear his saying, “Come on, baby; you can do it. You look so hot.”
    She reached up and ran her hands down Connor’s arms. “Um, should I remove my suit?”
    “I’ll do that for you.” She let her legs fall away so he could shimmy her bottoms over her hips. She tightened her thigh muscles, and they slipped down her legs to puddle on the bottom of the pool before floating up and away on the soft current.
    Then he picked her up and repositioned her around his waist. Throughout their maneuvering, they’d remained connected at the lips. She was surprised the water surrounding them didn’t bubble and boil.
    Angela fumbled for a moment, but finally had him in her hands. She stroked him a few times, amazed at his length, but stopped short of comparing him to Tyler. She guided him to the right spot, eager to take him deep. Then she paused. “A condom.”
    “Damn.” He shook his head. “I have one in my pocket.” He nodded toward the chair where his wet denim shorts lay. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anybody for…a long time.” His words faltered at the end.
    “I’m on the pill.” Her voice shook. “And, I’m clean, too. There’s only been my husband. But, still…please.” Nothing, and nobody, could tempt her to put Tyler at risk.
    His lips brushed hers, and then traveled to her forehead where he placed the gentlest of kisses. “Smart woman. I like that.”
    He released her, hauled himself out of the water and moved across the deck. Angela took the opportunity to admire him. Yesterday his ass had been covered with those black briefs. Today she got the full unobstructed view of his tight cheeks, of the large, erect cock reaching out from his groin. Neither the cold water, nor the shift from water to air, diminished his desire. He had a story-perfect body. And for the next little while he was all hers. She pinched her herself.
    Angela watched as he leaned over, stuck his hand into a pocket of his shorts, and pulled out the small square package. Opening it, he withdrew the condom and covered himself. Then he turned and hurried back to the water, slipped in and swam straight over to her, the whole delay no more than a matter of seconds.
    “Still willing?” he said.
    She tilted her head back and looked up into his eyes. She saw no anger, or resentment, just a simple question. She experienced a moment of gratitude that he’d give her the chance to change her mind, to back away, no repercussions.
    In Angela’s mind, Tyler’s head bobbed in anxious anticipation. He’d laugh at her later when she told him about her subconscious conjuring him up.
    She nodded.
    Connor spun her around, placed her against the wall again, then slipped his arms beneath the water to grasp her legs. He angled them around his hips. Then he leaned his upper chest back and lowered his gaze, pulling hers along to witness the joining of his body to hers. She sucked in a breath. Together, through the rippling of the water, they watched his cock disappear all the way in, one long inch at a time.
    He stopped, his eyes fluttered closed and he took a couple of deep breaths. When he opened them, they were bright, intense, and focused on her face. He bent his knees and thrust his hips up, his movements hesitant as he withdrew then plunged back in. Water sloshed around them.
    She gripped his arms as his pace increased. She bounced against the ledge of the pool, but she didn’t mind the small discomfort. The push and pull sensation of his length sliding in and out of her felt somewhat odd in the water, different compared to her normal experience of having sex in her bed. The water lapped and flowed over her chest, tickling her skin. Every now and again a splash hit her in the face. Droplets dripped from his hair to fall and slide down the slope of her breasts.
    She dropped her head forward to watch. He grunted. They both began to pant. Her body