Free Indecent Encounter: The Silverhaus Affair by M. S. Parker Page B

silky black hair floating and trailing behind as she swam.
    I held my breath as long as I could, then I had to surface. Chelsea rose right in front of me and smiled as she blinked away the water.
    “Couldn’t catch me? That’s too bad,” she said.
    I reached out to encircle her slick body, but she slipped away with a bubbling laugh. The victory of the race had made her bold. She flipped on her back, flashing her breasts at me, and held one small foot up in the air in front of me, taunting. I dodged after it and pretended to miss until she was almost to the other wall.
    When she realized I had her cornered, she stopped with a delighted squeal. Her only defense now was to splash me, so she slapped the water hard and sent waves of white water over me.
    “Ha! Think you can stop me with that? Child’s play!”
    With a wicked grin, I held my breath and pushed forward, her weak splashes not enough to keep me back.
    “No fair!” She shrieked with laughter as she dodged my first attempt to grab her. “What’re you going to do now?”
    “I’m going to toss you back into the deep end, nymph!”
    Chelsea dodged again, no longer shy about her nakedness as she splashed me, and looked for an opening to dive past me. Each time she tried, I blocked her, and she shied away before we touched. Her feigned attempts to escape became less energetic as I moved closer, and to my delight, she willingly backed into the corner of the pool.
    Her ocean blue eyes met mine, and I was sure the bolt of lightning I felt ran through us both. She tried one last feint, and then laughed as it failed. In an instant, my arm snaked around her waist. I pulled her slick body against mine. She wrapped one arm around my shoulder as the other tried to push me away. I knew the push was in jest. I knew what she wanted, because I wanted it too.
    My mouth found hers, and as our wet mouths glided into a deep kiss, her other hand slipped away, and I felt the softness of her naked breasts pressing against my hard chest. A gasp parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue in to taste her.
    Her hand reached up, her fingers tangling into the back of my hair. She wanted this as much as I did. I released my arms so I could drag my fingers down the soft, wet skin of her back. God , she felt good in my arms, better than I’d imagined. My hands caught her tight waist, and I pulled her up and out of the water, closer to me, closer to the kiss. Chelsea arched against me, her nipples hard little points. I plunged farther into the kiss, catching her soft moans deep in my mouth.
    I dropped one hand back into the water, tracing my fingers over the soaked fabric of her cotton panties, teasing a finger under the top edge. She moaned again as I cupped her ass. With one hitch, I brought her leg up around my waist. The other followed, and she wrapped her legs around me as I pressed her against the pool wall.
    My cock nudged the soft mound between her legs, and I groaned when the cotton panties stopped my exploration. She flexed her thighs and pulled me tighter against her, rocking her hips against me and dragging another deep groan from my throat.
    Above my own growling arousal, I heard Chelsea whisper wetly in my ear. My brain failed to process what she'd said.
    “What?” I asked against her lips.
    “Rip them,” she said.
    Sweet Chelsea, so shy and tempting. Now, desperate with desire and begging for my cock. It sent my blood rushing and my head spinning. I could have her here. I could fuck her right now, right here in the pool. But I didn’t have a condom and… shit .
    I couldn’t even think straight. I just wanted to fuck her. My entire body was primed to drive deep inside her. I hooked one finger in the thin material, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to tear it right then. I could have plunged my throbbing cock into her right there, against the side of the pool, but something in me said this wasn't what I really wanted. I didn’t want a quick, “wham, bam thank