Terrace facing the pool. Sun blazes. Coffee steams between us. School drop-off done. Kids settled. Just us. My skin prickles under the dress. Water sparkles, calling. Heart quickens. I stand. Fingers tug straps. Dress pools at feet. Naked. Baby bump curves soft. No bra. Breasts high, nipples harden in breeze. Kick off mules. Thong slides down. Glabrous pussy exposed. Stretch. Sun warms flesh. Philippe stares. Eyes devour. Pulse races. Dive in. Cool shock hits hot skin. Surface breaks. ‘Coming?’ I tease. He strips fast. Cock springs free, thick, veined. Jumps. Splashes. We laugh like kids. Hands roam. His on my hips. Mine on his chest. Water laps. Desire coils tight. Stomach flips. Need him now.
His mouth crashes mine. Tongues tangle. Urgent. Hands grip ass. Pull me close. Cock presses belly. Hard. Throbbing. I wrap legs around. Friction builds. Heart hammers. Skin burns despite cool water. Fingers dig nails. He growls. Lifts me to edge. Poolside tile rough under back. Legs spread wide. He kneels. Face between thighs. Tongue dives. Licks clit. Sucks. Juices flow. Hips buck. Moans escape. Fingers twist nipples. Fire spreads. ‘Fuck me,’ I gasp. He rises. Cockhead nudges slit. Wet. Ready. Thrusts in. Deep. Fills me. Stretch burns sweet. Rhythm starts. Slow. Builds. Pounds harder. Skin slaps water. Sweat beads despite pool. Heart thunders. Possess me. Claim.
The Fever
We fuck savage. No words. Grunts. Gasps. His hands pin wrists. Thrusts brutal. Balls slap ass. Pussy clenches. Milks him. Climax builds. Coils. Explodes. I scream. Walls pulse. He roars. Fills me. Hot spurts. Collapses. Breath ragged. But not done. Towels hasty. Into house. Kitchen counter. Bend me over. Re-enters. Fucks from behind. Hair pulled. Ass spanked. Red marks bloom. Living room rug. On knees. Suck him clean. Salty cum, my taste. He flips. Missionary fierce. Legs over shoulders. Deep angles hit spot. Cum again. Shuddering. Bedroom. Slow now? No. Against wall. Legs wrapped. Bites neck. Bruises tomorrow. Every room christened. Sweat-soaked. Muscles ache. Hearts sync in frenzy.
Finally. Poolside again. Lounge chairs. Bodies entwine. Skin still fever-hot. Touches linger. Gentle now. Fingers trace baby bump. His hand covers mine. Pulse slows. Breath evens. Glisten of sweat dries in sun. Fulfillment hums. Deep. Unique. Bond sealed in cum and cries. Time slips. Hour nears. Dress on. His shirt haphazard. Drive to school. Kids run. ‘Papa!’ ‘Maman!’ Arms full. Teacher smiles. ‘Beautiful family.’ Yes. Ours. Branded in passion. Forever.