The chaise longue by the pool digs into my back. Hot air clings like a lover’s breath. Carole’s hand lands on mine. Warm. Soft. Electric. Her eyes lock on. Angelic smile. Heart hammers. Silence thickens. She breaks it. ‘Don’t complicate it, Samir. Good moments don’t wait.’ Her words ignite. Father’s gone. On purpose. Points of view swirl. Her skin glows under stars. Bikini slips. Nipples peek. Pulse races. I close eyes. Her fingers trace my arm. Silky. Wet with sweat. Desire surges. No resistance. Points of view flood. Her hand unbuttons my shirt. Slow. Teasing. Zipper rasps. Cock twitches free. Soft lips brush. Heart thuds wild. Urgency builds. Skin fever-hot. She knows. Wants it all.
Her mouth engulfs me. Wet heat. Tongue swirls. Sucks deep. Gags hungry. Saliva drips. Groans vibrate. Cock swells. Throbs. She pulls back. Strokes hard. Spits slick. ‘If I’d known you had this cock, I wouldn’t have let you go.’ Slut. Old grudge flares. Back then, untouchable bourgeois bitch. Now? Starved. Points of view shift. Pussy hovers. Soaks me. She mounts. Sinks down. Tight. Furnace wet. Hips grind. Furious. Nails dig shoulders. Breasts bounce. Sweat slicks us. She moans. Gasps. Accelerates. Decelerates. Tortures herself. Heart pounds sync. I hold back. Make her beg. Body arches. Climbs higher. Feral. Uncontrolled. Pool water laps nearby. Night air thickens with jasmine and musk. She shudders. Peaks. But I deny release. She drops. Mouth again. Sucks savage. I erupt. Flood her throat. She swallows every drop. Eyes open. Smile wicked.
The Fever
We dive naked. Cool water shocks hot skin. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Bodies entwine. She whispers Farina secrets. Little. Guarded. Points of view again. But her cunt presses close. Still hungry. We float. Skin steaming. Heart slows. Unique blaze fades to embers. Touch lingers. Possessed. Alive. Car engine growls distant. Father returns. We surface. Sated. Marked forever.