Bianca and I were breathless from laughing now as we each fought to dunk one another. Rossi was a strong swimmer, but I was better. I pushed her down playfully, immediately releasing her so she was able to resurface a second later, but Bianca had an ace up her sleeve. With her cheeks filled with pool water, she popped back up and spat it into my face. It should have been gross, even a little insolent, but to my utter disbelief I bricked up immediately. I’d never responded so instantly and even in the cold pool water, my cock pulsed.
“Right, that’s it,” I growled, grabbing Bianca and dragging her towards me. Still fully clothed, treading water was becoming a chore and I swam to the side with Rossi practically tucked beneath my arm. Despite her playful refusals, she cackled with laughter and allowed me to float her back to the edge of the pool. I pinned her against the tiles between my arms as I gripped the paving stone either side of her head and Bianca wrapped her legs around my waist. My interest was obvious, and a sultry smile played on her lips.
“Do you like it when girls spit in your face and disrespect you?” she teased, a little breathless.
“Not usually,” I replied. My voice sounded rough with desire. I already knew what I was going to do next. “But apparently I likeyoudisrespecting me more than I’d ever thought possible.”
I didn’t ask her permission before closing in and kissing her firmly. The swaying of the water jostled us gently back and forth and Bianca gripped me tighter, wrapping her arms around my neck as she encouraged me to deepen the kiss. There was no build up. Just like Bianca’s driving, the Italian went zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye, and I wasreallyinto it. I delved my tongue into her, enjoying the breathy moan that elicited whilst Bianca clawed at me.
When I ripped my mouth from hers and trailed my lips down over her jaw, Bianca released a staggered sigh.
“Let’s get out. We can head back to my room.”
I simply groaned with agreement, though I was enjoying myself and didn’t want to part from her. I allowed Bianca to squirm free, but as she heaved herself up onto the edge of the pool, I grabbed her thighs.
“You think you can get these off?” I asked, voice low. I plucked at the soaked denim.
Bianca eyed me up and down. “That depends. Are you going to make it worth my while?”
“Planning on it,” I replied.
Bianca leant back and unfastened her waistband. I watched her, still floating in the pool, as she struggled with the skin–tight, wet jeans. She peeled them off one leg, but before she turned her attention to the other, I stopped her.
“That’s fine. Scoot right up to the edge.”
“You’re not the boss of me everywhere, y’know,” Bianca chuckled, but obediently lifted her behind, sitting right on the edge of the pool. She spread her thighs eagerly, steadying herself with one foot on the ground, the other against my shoulder. I gripped the pool’s edge with one hand, the other reaching out and pulling the gusset of Bianca’s underwear to the side, exposing her pussy.
I glanced up at her and when she nodded, taking her lip between her teeth, I knew I had her consent. I brought my mouth to her apex, tongue hot against her cool flesh and Bianca sucked in a breath.
I teased her, trailing long, languid licks from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue, groaning when Bianca’s hips jerked in response. I repeated the action a few more times and with each slow pass of my tongue, I drew soft, desperate moans.
“God, Kristian,fuck,” she sighed.
With my enthusiasm for sex well and truly reignited, I planned to savour this. I wanted to explore everything Rossi could giveme. When she began to rock her hips up to each lick, I increased the pace, little by little.
Just as Bianca was really getting into it and I began to wonder how much longer she would be able to hold off before coming, voices echoed from deep within the hotel corridors and we jumped apart.
“Come on,” Bianca whispered, righting her underwear hastily and getting to her feet. She hopped about as she struggled to pull the remaining leg of her jeans off and when she stumbled, she laughed. “Fuck, my legs are shaking like crazy!”
I heaved myself out of the pool, water gushing from my sodden clothes, but I paid it no mind. I hurried to follow behind Bianca, only pausing to snatch up our socks and shoes as I passed. The empty champagne bottle clattered and rolled away beneath one of the loungers out of reach as I knocked it over. Whatever. I had more important things on my mind right now.
Bianca and I hurried to her room. She pushed the glass door open, and we rushed inside. I dropped our belongings down on a nearby chair whilst Rossi closed up and righted the curtains.
“We are absolutely soaked,” I murmured. “There’s water everywhere.”
“I don’t fucking care,” Bianca replied, and I watched with a dry mouth as she peeled the remainder of her wet clothes from her body. When she raised a brow, nodding her head towards me, I jumped into action and followed suit. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what she wanted me to do with my dripping clothes, my voice died. Holding my breath, my heart thumping in my ears, I stared as Bianca brazenly tugged off her sports bra and stepped out of her underwear. She was so at ease with her own nakedness and my eyes eagerly took in every inch of her. I forgot that I was supposed to be undressing too, until Bianca picked her way through the piles of wet clothing towards me.
“Quit staring and roll your tongue back in,” she teased, tugging at the last few buttons of my shirt. “I want to see you, too.”
I allowed her to undress me, obediently shrugging out of my shirt and lifting my legs to free them from my trousers. When Bianca’s fingers slipped over the elasticated edge of my boxers, I shuddered.
“Cold?” she asked with a sexy smile. “I’ll warm you up soon enough.” Bianca smoothed her palms down over my torso. “You’re so fucking hot, do you work out?”
“Every day,” I replied, feigning indifference and pretending her compliment of my physique hadn’t lit me up inside.
I took Bianca’s face in my hands and kissed her roughly, whilst she pushed my underwear down. Still attached at the mouth, I kicked them off and we stumbled gracelessly before falling onto the bed.
Our kissing grew bolder, more passionate and messier. We were both breathless, sharing air between deep delves of one another’s tongues. Bianca lifted a leg, hooking it up over my hip as her hand dipped to stroke my length with the kind of confidence I had honestly expected from her at this point. Arousal shot up my spine and I shuddered, cock jerking as she teased me.
