Pool Sex With My Daughter's Best Friend

"Yes," I admitted, the word dragged from somewhere deep in my chest. "God help me, yes. I haven't been able to think about anything else. But wanting you doesn't make this right—"

"I don't care about right," she interrupted. "I care about this. About us. About the way you make me feel." She cupped my face, forcing me to look at her. "I've wanted you for three years. And now I finally have you, and you want me to just walk away?"

"I'm trying to protect you—"

"I don't need protection. I need you." She kissed me before I could respond, and just like that, every rational thought evaporated.

I kissed her back desperately, pulling her into my lap so she was straddling me, her thighs on either side of mine. This kiss was different from the frantic one in my office—slower, deeper, like we actually had time to savor it.

And we did have time. We had the entire weekend.

"Bedroom?" she murmured against my lips.

"Pool," I countered. "It's private. Warm. And I want to take my time with you."

Her eyes darkened. "Show me."

I stood, carrying her with her legs wrapped around my waist, and headed through the sliding glass door to the backyard. The sun was setting, casting everything in golden light, and the pool glowed inviting in the evening heat.

"We need suits—" she started.

"We don't need anything," I said, setting her down and pulling her tank top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the sight of her breasts—perfect and responsive—made me groan. "I want you naked. Want to see all of you."

She helped me strip her shorts and panties off, then reached for my shirt. Within seconds, we were both naked, and I took a moment to just look at her.

Nineteen. Beautiful. Mine, at least for this weekend.

"You're staring," she said, but she was smiling.

"Can't help it. You're perfect."

"So are you." Her hands explored my chest, tracing muscles and scars and the lines of ink on my ribs. "I used to fantasize about this. About you. What you'd look like. How you'd feel."

"And?" I asked, walking her backward toward the pool steps.

"Reality is so much better."

We stepped into the water together, the warmth enveloping us as we waded deeper. When the water reached her breasts, I pulled her against me and kissed her again, slower this time, learning the shape of her mouth.

"Last time was too fast," I said against her lips. "This time, I want to do things properly. Want to learn what you like. What makes you gasp and moan and beg."

"Anything you do makes me beg," she admitted breathlessly.

"Let's test that." I lifted her onto the pool's edge so she was sitting with her legs dangling in the water, perfectly positioned at my mouth level. "Spread your legs for me, baby."

She obeyed, and I groaned at the sight of her pussy—already glistening even in the water, swollen and ready.

"Has anyone ever gone down on you?" I asked, my hands sliding up her thighs.

"Once. A guy at college. It was... not good. He had no idea what he was doing."

"Then let me show you how it's supposed to feel." I leaned forward and dragged my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick.