Free The Opposite of Love by T.A. Pace Page A

legs parted themselves. She loved the way his touch felt. And the combination of being caressed by the sun, the water and James all at the same time was having a narcotic effect.
    He touched her gently, running a finger up and down her slit until she moaned and spread her legs wider. He spread her wetness around, and his breathing deepened, but when she pushed her hips against his hand, he wouldn’t put his fingers inside her. Instead, he stopped touching her long enough to pull the raft toward the shallow end of the pool. Once there, he was able to position his head between her legs and go to work.
    The sensation was surreal—the coolness of the water and the warmth of his mouth—and Melanie couldn’t help thinking how lucky she was. This was what she deserved: a lazy Saturday in the pool, soaking up rays, drinking a beer, being pleased by a man who adored her. She imagined there were other things she’d been missing out on too—more important and profound things—but for now, this was all she wanted.
    James increased the tempo and pressure until Melanie was on the edge of her orgasm, chasing it, pushing her hips back against his mouth. And he stopped.
    Melanie whined. “Why’d you stop?”
    “It’s just for a second,” he said. “I’ll be right back. No touching yourself.”
    Melanie grunted and splashed water at him.
    James got out of the pool and jogged to the slider and into the house, his member erect and bobbing, and emerged a minute later with the package of condoms from the nightstand and two towels. He put the towels at the top of the stairs, then tore one of the condom wrappers open with his teeth and rolled the condom on. He came back to Melanie and resumed where he’d left off.
    It only took a few minutes before Melanie was again ready to come, and once again, James stopped.
    “Come here,” he said. He took her beer from her, pulled her from the raft and led her to the edge of the pool. He positioned her on all fours on the pool stairs with her knees in the water and her elbows resting on the towels he’d left on the deck. He continued playing with her, running one hand over her slit as his other hand ran up and down her arched back.
    “Are you ready?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly.
    He put himself at her opening and waited. The anticipation was too much for her and she pushed back. James grunted with satisfaction. He moved in long strokes so that the head of his penis escaped her completely on each stroke, and she whined each time it did.
    “You want me to stay in?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, I want you to stay in.”
    And with that, he grabbed her by the hips and thrust once, deep and hard, holding the head against her cervix. She cried out.
    “You look so beautiful in the sun,” he said.
    Ten seconds went by. James caressed her back and then returned his hands to her hips and thrust again. This time Melanie moaned. Eight seconds went by. Again he thrust hard. Six seconds. Again. Four seconds went by. Again. Two seconds. Again. And then he was giving it to her, the water around them churning as he pulled her into him, skin slapping wetly against skin.
    Melanie moaned and lowered her head to the towel. She could feel her knees starting to chafe against the step, but she was very close to coming. She reached between her legs and before she could touch herself James grabbed her elbow and pulled her arm back—not to the point of hurting her, but close.
    “Babe…” she whined.
    “No touching yourself. I’ll get you there.”
    “Ok. Let go of my arm.”
    James didn’t say anything, and he didn’t let go of her arm. His stroke slowed slightly. Melanie started to push herself up so she could turn and look at him, but he pushed her head down to the towel.
    He leaned over her so that his chest was pressed against her back. “Do you trust me?”
    “What are you doing?”
    “Just trust me, ok?”
    “Ok.” Melanie had no intention of trusting him if