Slackening my jaw, I inserted his length past my gag reflex.
Q half-grunted, half-growled as I cupped his balls and squeezed. His body swayed forward, teetering on the edge of the pool while I stood waist deep in warm water and sucked him.
I knew how he liked it. I knew what turned him on.
I hummed low in my throat.
The vibration of my voice rippled over his erection, activating the muscles in his lower belly. Q breathed hard, sending his sparrow tattoo fluttering like crazy.
He groaned as he fisted himself, working deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, I want to climb inside you.”
I pulled away for a second. “Get into the pool and do it. Please, God, do it.”
“So fucking demanding tonight.” He throttled his length. “I don’t remember agreeing to obey you.”
“You obey me because I am your wife.”
His face arranged into a roguish smile. “And my wife needs to remember her place.”
Pointing at his glistening cock, a small droplet of pre-cum hovered on the tip. “You haven’t finished with your first task.” His balls sat high and tight, straining with the urge to come.
Reaching for my hair again, he jerked my face onto his erection. “Use your pretty mouth for more important things, esclave.” With powerful hands, he gripped my nape, locking me into the perfect position to be used.
I shivered.
Our eyes burned holes in each other, but we didn’t say a word.
I inched higher, opening my mouth and latching my fingers around him.
His head fell back, as I slipped him onto my tongue. “Goddammit, Tess.”
I opened wide and sucked Q deep, deep, deep. He threaded his fingers tighter into my hair, holding me prisoner as my tongue lapped and licked.
He rocked into me, pressing down on my head. “Take it. Fuck.”
My pussy clenched. I saw stars with how much I wanted him inside me. My teeth teased his velvety skin, hinting at my need to consume him.
His cock rippled as I sucked harder.
He shuddered as I sank back down on him, waiting for him to snap, sliding my hand once again between his legs and caressing his balls.
He twitched as his muscular thighs quivered.
I flexed my fingers, ignoring everything but getting Q to lose control.
“Fuck, Tess.” Q trembled. “I’m so damn close.”
My mouth leaked saliva, unable to do anything but accept Q’s thrusts. Curses rained in the muggy humidity as his body fought my possession and battled to release.
His body jerked as I sucked particularly hard, determined to drive him to the brink. However, his fingers yanked my head up with danger in his gaze.
I held eye contact as his face contorted with need. “Fuck, you’re too good, too pure, too beautiful.” His teeth shone in the darkness. “Fucking your mouth, your body…every part of you gets me so fucking hard.”
His dirty eloquence puddled into the pool, raising goosebumps on my arms as he jerked me onto his cock. I became more than his wife and pleasure slave. I became his fantasy as he used me.
Throwing his head back, the first taste of salty musk coated my tongue. Instantly, Q shoved me away. I fell backward, disappearing under the water for a moment.
When I stood, he’d launched himself into the pool and shoved me against the mosaic wall. His teeth clamped onto my collarbone as he thrust his cock against my slippery lower belly. “What were you trying to do, esclave? Make me come in your mouth rather than your cunt? Do you not want me to get you pregnant?”
I never thought I’d hear Q say such things.
It made me freaking ecstatic.
I panted as he turned me around, squashing me between his rock-stone body and the wall. Water sloshed everywhere as my hands scrambled at the side, concrete biting into my cheek. “No, I do.”
Tugging away my soaking wet curls, he bit the back of my neck like a wolf. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it. I want you inside me.”
“And?”
“I want you to get me pregnant.”
“Why?” Grabbing my jaw, he forced me to kiss him. Angling my neck so he could plunder my mouth from behind. The kiss lasted long enough to make me lightheaded and wobbly. If he weren’t holding me so tight, I would’ve floated away like a shipwreck. “Because I want your child.”
He jolted, deepening the kiss until I almost gagged. My heart sunburst in my chest as our bodies slicked against each other with war but our mouths dedicated themselves to utmost pleasure.
Breaking away, Q grunted, “You have no idea what that does to me.” Running his cock up and down the crack of my ass, he gripped my hip with his free hand. “Feel how hard I am for you, Tess? Feel how much I need to fuck you?”
I nodded, pressing my forehead on the edge of the pool. “Yes.”
Words to demand that he do exactly that hovered on my tongue. But I’d learned the hard way. I couldn’t control Q’s pace. I merely had to give in, let go, and grant total power to him.
I never found that a hardship. More like a sensual gift only he could bestow. I fought so hard to be where I was. I’d done things I wasn’t proud of and continued to fight life on everyday concerns. But when I was with Q…none of that mattered. He took every worry and consumed me.
He was more than a master. He was a magician.
Q removed his touch and swam off down the pool. His precise strokes sliced through the water like a blade, his sleek naked form so damn erotic in the welcoming darkness.
I didn’t breathe as he reached the other end and effortlessly hauled himself out. Dripping wet and still hard, he stalked toward the changing room where he disappeared for a few seconds before coming out with two things hidden in his hands.