My bare feet touched the hot concrete as I stepped outside and surveyed my surroundings.
This little private pool area was everything you would expect from a luxury resort. Lush greenery climbed up the walls surrounding me, adding to the solitude of the area. There was a mesh hammock hanging beyond the far side of the pool that looked like it would be a good place to snuggle down with a book. The water in the private pool was blue as the sky and looked cool in comparison to the humid heat outside. On my side of the terrace were two white lounge chairs away from the walk-in pool. One of them faced the pool and the other was at an angle so you could see over to the other joint terrace. There was also a little bistro table that sat between our two areas, obviously meant to be shared between the suites.
The glass wall that divided the two areas was there more for decoration than privacy. Leo’s side showcased the same furniture as mine. The plants and loungers were in the same spot.
I glanced down at the water spots from where Leo had stood moments ago. I could still see the outline of his naked feet as he’d walked back to his side of the enclosure. Stark nude. I clenched my thighs together to ward off the achiness that filled my sex.
My gaze followed the water trail. I felt my feet moving but genuinely had no control over them. When I looked up where the trail had ended, I saw his towel hanging from the hook to dry. I reached out and grabbed the soft material. Rubbing the damp plush fabric between my fingers.
Glancing around at his terrace door to see if I could detect any movement before I pulled the towel down. I walked back to my side and sat on the lounger facing his side. I sat with that towel in my lap as I leaned back, propping my feet up in front of me.
Maybe I was perverted for it, but I brought that towel up to my nose and inhaled deeply. Leo’s scent coated every fiber of the material. The slight smell of chlorine was overshadowed by the man that had been drenched in it.
His smell seemed to overwhelm all my senses at once. I couldn’t stop myself as I spread my legs apart. I took one last deep breath of that towel before gripping it in my hand and lowering it to my side.
I was so ungodly turned on. It could have been from the fact that I was still riding the high from my flashback dream. Or maybe it was from being so close to the only man to bring me any kind of sexual pleasure. Whatever it was, I didn’t stop myself as I unbelted my robe and let it fall to the side.
My nipples pebbled into painful peaks the moment they were exposed, despite the hot temperature. I raked my hands down my torso, making sure to let my fingers trail over the sensitive flesh there. I plucked at myself firmly, drawing a breathy moan from my own lips.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I didn’t care. I had deprived myself of my most basic need for far too long and I needed to feel it again. Even if it was my own hands that had to do it.
I continued to tweak my nipples with my left hand as my right continued its descent. It would have been so easy to picture that it was Leo’s fingers blazing a scorching path straight to my pussy. When my fingers grazed over my mound and delved into my folds, I wanted nothing more than to have it be his hands that spread my thighs apart further. The vision could have been so clear behind my eyes, but I didn’t allow it to come to fruition.
I needed this to be just me, not Leo. I needed to learn to let go of the fantasies that were likely never to be true. To learn I didn’t have to have Leo’s hands, or anyone else’s for that matter, to bring me to ecstasy
I was so wet, there was no resistance as I swirled my middle and ring finger around the thumping bundle of nerves at my center. I gasped as I spread myself with my fingers, letting the fresh air flow against the normally hidden flesh.
The moan that left my lips as I pushed my fingers into myself made my throat feel raw. I gathered more moisture from the weeping entrance before bringing my fingers back up. I spread my arousal around my clit as I continued to pluck at my nipples. My breath left me in a rapid release as I worked myself into a frenzy.
The snap of a door being unlocked registered in my brain but I didn’t stop. I was winding up to crash back down and I didn’t want the pleasure to end. Then a sharp intake of breath had me opening my eyes.
Leo stood on his side of the glass partition blatantly staring. His eyes widened with shock but the look was quickly replaced with something else entirely. Something darker.
I halted my movements but didn’t remove my fingers from myself as we stared at one another. He didn’t move as though he was grounded to that spot, his hand still on the glass door. Neither of us spoke. His eyes flickered from where my hands lay against my pussy and breast, to the towel beside me. His nostrils flared as did recognition in those honey eyes. He knew it was his towel from earlier.
Something unspoken seemed to pass between us. Most men, I’m sure, would have either done one of two things: 1) turned around and went back inside, too embarrassed to stay; 2) tried to join in.
But, as Leo stood there it was as if he knew I needed something different from him. He knew I needed this for myself. To take back some of the power that had been ripped away from me.
He seemed to struggle to tear his dark gaze from me as he turned away. I thought for a moment he would go back into his suite, but he turned the opposite way. He took a few long steps to his lounge. My breath hitched in my chest as he folded himself onto the white seat.
As he sat, he readjusted himself by thrusting his hips in the air and tugging on his shorts. My gaze flew straight to the bulge at his zipper and nearly whimpered. My fingers twitched against my throbbing clit as if it was begging me to continue.
Leo’s eyes met mine as he rubbed his hand down the front of his shorts. I bit my lip as I watched the lust that visibly filled his body. I swirled my fingers ever so slightly around myself and gasped. He groaned as he pushed up into his own hand before moving it. He unbuttoned the restraining fabric so quickly I almost missed it. Pulling the zipper down before releasing himself from the garment. His head lulled against the back of his lounger as he gripped himself in his big hand.
My lips parted as I watched him stroke himself once from tip to root. I plucked my nipple again as I panted. My fingers dipped in and out of my drenched pussy. He groaned again as he watched me before pushing his shirt up his torso, revealing those corded muscles along his abdomen.
I moaned as I finger-fucked myself faster now. The wet squelching noises filled the terrace. Leo jacked himself roughly, keeping up with my hastened pace. His lips parted as he panted. He cupped his heavy balls as he continued to slide up and down that thick shaft.
I wanted nothing more at that moment than to be the one touching that cock. I wanted to taste him along my tongue as I played with my cunt. The thought of swallowing him down released a fresh gush of arousal from me.
I gripped my breast hard as I undulated my hips.
“Fuck.” I breathed, my desperation plain. My fingers worked faster and faster against my sopping sex.
I watched myself for a moment before returning my eyes to Leo. His muscles along his abdomen flexed and released rapidly as he worked himself fast. I knew he was close by the way his legs started twitching. I was at the top of my mountain ready to fall off, just waiting for him. He stared at what I was doing before glancing into my eyes one last time. He was waiting for me too
“Come!” I screamed as I exploded.
His long groan spurred on my own orgasm. My hips lifted off the lounger as I rubbed my fingers in and out of myself, up and down my whole pussy. My release coated my fingers thoroughly.
“Oh, God!” he groaned as he watched me.
Long thick jets of cum spewed out from his cock and landed on his stomach. He never took his eyes off me as he continued to grunt his release all over himself.
We were both panting as we came down from our highs. I twitched in the aftershocks as he lightly stroked his still-hard length. He had completely emptied himself but his eyes told me he was still ready for more.
I removed my fingers from myself and grabbed his towel. I held his gaze as I cleaned myself up, gently wiping away my release from my still needy sex along with each of my fingers. When I was done, I stood on weak legs. Not bothering to close my robe, I gripped the used towel in my hand.
I should have just walked back into my suite and closed the door. I should’ve left him there to clean up his own mess. It would have been no less than he deserved. But instead, I sauntered over to him. I let him soak up every detail I had on display. Feeling his gaze scorch me as I came closer with each step. When I stood within reaching distance, I saw his cock twitch in his palm. I licked my dry lips, bringing moisture back to my suddenly parched mouth. He looked up at me slowly as if he would eat me alive at any moment. Was I terrible for wanting him to do just that?
I was so close to him, there was no way he couldn’t smell my arousal. But, he held still, not moving a single muscle to grab onto me. His eyes were the only thing that moved. I held his towel out for him almost as a peace offering. He looked between it and me before he grabbed it with his free hand. Slowly he pulled it away from me and toward his nose. When he inhaled against the soft material I felt my knees almost buckle. I backed up from him as he brought the towel down to his cum-covered belly. He held eye contact but said nothing as he cleaned his mess from himself.
I blinked quickly to release the spell we seemed to be in before spinning on my heel. Walking hastily to my side of the partition, I felt his eyes on me the whole time as I walked back into my suite and closed the door. The giggle that bubbled up from me was almost erratic. My lips had a genuine grin on them, the first one I’d had since we checked into the resort.
I didn’t know if I’d consider the moment on the terrace purifying as it was anything but pure. But I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders at that moment. Something about us not speaking and just being with one another without touching, had felt respectful. Like him not trying to take over what I was doing, was him somehow saying he saw me. Really saw me, down to my core. He had known I needed to take back something others had stolen from me, inadvertently or not.
I covered my smile as I pushed away from the glass. I was suddenly feeling the need to get out of this room and explore the resort. Humming to myself as I stepped into the shower, I found myself looking forward to something for the first time in days.