Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Yes, but he did more than look—you let him touch, too! whispered that guilty little voice in my head and I had a mental image of him cupping my breast and his long fingers sliding against my aching clit.
He didn’t touch me without clothes on, I thought back. I would never let him do that. There’s nothing wrong with letting him feel the fabric of my suit, though.
Not that I was going to do it again. This was going to be a strictly “look but don’t touch” situation, I promised myself.
I took my time getting into the water. It was heated to a steady seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit, but it was still chilly against my skin.
“Ohhh, it’s so cold!” I complained as I lowered myself into the pool.
“Only at first—you’ll get used to it,” Kor promised me.
He swam over, crouching down in the water as he got to the shallow end where I was, so that he was still mostly submerged.
“Here, come out with me. Don’t you want to go swimming?”
“No, no—it’s too cold,” I decided. My nipples were aching from the chilly water, and I was covered in goosebumps. “You go ahead,” I said, stepped up on the pool steps again. “I’m going to lay down under one of the sunlamps to warm up.”
But when I stood all the way out of the water, I heard Kor take in a breath. Looking down, I saw why.
The water had made the white bikini absolutely transparent.
I bit my lips as I saw that I might as well be nude. My nipples were fully visible, and my curls and pussy slit could be seen right through the thin, see-through cloth.
“Oh my,” I murmured, suddenly embarrassed.
“Wow—that’s some bikini,” Kor said, sounding hoarse. “I wonder what other kinds of clothes those people make?”
“Lingerie, I think,” I said, still looking down at myself. “I, uh, need to lay under a sunlamp and dry off, I think.”
“Whatever makes you feel comfortable. I know you said you’re cold,” he murmured. “Would you rather I not look at you while you, er, dry off?”
I considered his offer as I settled in one of the chairs beside the pool—a long lounge chair with a sun lamp positioned over it.
“No…that’s all right,” I told him as I flicked on the lamp. “You can look if you want to.”
“I’d want to look at your beautiful body even if I knew it would make me go blind,” he growled.
“Well, then…” I settled back against the lounge, turned on the sun lamp…and opened my legs. “Go ahead and look.”
I knew I was giving him a good look at my pussy slit and my nipples, but I didn’t mind. Actually, I liked it—loved it, in fact. Loved feeling his eyes on me.
The only thing better would be feeling those big, warm hands and long fingers, I thought. But that would be wrong…wouldn’t it?
Not if he was just touching me through the suit, I thought and before I could stop myself, I said,
“You know, this fabric feels different now that it’s wet.”
“Is that right?” Kor came to sit on the steps of the pool, giving me an interested look.
“Mmm-hmm.” I arched my back, thrusting my breasts up. “You can come and feel it—if you want to.”
“You know I fucking do,” he growled softly. “The question is, do you want me to do it?”
“I wouldn’t offer otherwise, would I?” I asked, giving him a naughty smile and arching my back again as I let my thighs drift wider apart. What had gotten into me? I never acted like this! And yet, I didn’t want to stop. I had never felt more beautiful—or more free—in my life.
“Well, if you’re offering.” Kor came all the way out of the water, and I admired his long, muscular legs as he walked over to me. The wet fabric of his boxers was sticking to him, and I could clearly see the outline of a perfectly enormous cock with a huge knot at the base of it.
The sight gave me a shiver of fear—he was so much bigger than Carter had been! But then I reminded myself that he would never use it on me—that would be breaking the Unbreakable Laws and we couldn’t do that.
Kor sank to his knees beside the lounge chair, the water from his body dripping onto the tile in quiet patters. His gaze felt like a physical touch, sweeping over me from my damp hair to the arch of my feet, but it lingered in the middle—on the shadowed valley between my breasts…on the dark pink of my nipples pressing against the sheer fabric…on the soft swell of my belly, and then lower—to the apex of my thighs where the white cloth clung, transparent and revealing, to my pussy mound.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Vivienne,” he breathed, his voice rough. “It hurts to look at you and not be able to touch you the way I want to. Not be able to taste you.”