Chapter 265: Tell Me Who Owns This Pussy

She walked into the water slowly. It was warm, warmer than the ocean had been. Perfect. When she reached him, he pulled her close, his hands coming up to cup her ass, pulling her against him.

"No one can see us here," he said. "No cameras. No staff. Just us and the water and whatever we want to do."

She could feel his cock hardening against her hip. They’d already made love twice since arriving....once in the early morning, once before breakfast, but his appetite for her seemed endless. And hers for him matched it.

"I want to swim first," she said, though her hands were already moving across his chest. "Then we can do... other things."

Dimitri groaned but released her. "Fine. But I’m watching you the entire time."

Eve swam away from him, cutting through the warm water in long strokes. She could feel his eyes on her, tracking her movements, assessing her body, already planning what he was going to do to her.

She dove under the waterfall, letting the cascade wash over her, and when she came back up, Dimitri was suddenly there, pulling her against him again.

"That’s not swimming," he said, his hands sliding down her back to her ass. "That’s teasing."

"Maybe I like teasing you," she said, her hands finding his shoulders.

"That’s a dangerous game," he said, his voice dropping lower. "You know what happens when you tease me."

"Remind me," she challenged.

He didn’t say anything. Just pulled her up out of the water and sat her on the edge of the pool, his hands on her thighs, spreading her legs. Her bikini bottom was soaked, clinging to her, and he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it to the side.

"We’re not doing this here," she said, even as her pussy was already clenching at the anticipation.

"Why not?" he asked, moving between her legs. "Like I said....no one can see us."

"Because...." She stopped as his mouth made contact with her clit. "Oh fuck."

His tongue worked her clit while she sat on the edge of the pool, her legs spread, completely exposed to the island air. Her hands gripped the stone, and she tried to stay quiet, but it was impossible. The sensation of his mouth on her, the knowledge that they were outside, completely exposed, pushed her toward climax quickly.

"Dimitri, someone might..."

"No one," he said, looking up at her. "Everyone knows not to come near this area when you’re here. Come. I want to taste you."

She came with a gasp, her hips thrusting against his mouth, and he prolonged her pleasure, keeping his mouth on her until she was shaking.

When he pulled away, he was already untying his swim shorts.

His cock sprang free, fully hard, leaking pre-cum, standing at full attention. Eve’s mouth went dry. Even though she’d had him inside her multiple times since arriving, even though her body was completely adjusted to his size, the sight of him still made her heart skip.

"Get in the water," he commanded.

She slid into the pool, and he moved toward her. When he reached her, he pulled her against him and kissed her....deep, possessive, tasting of the ocean and her own arousal.

"You remember the rules?" he asked against her mouth.

"You don’t have rules," she said.

"Exactly. Which means I get to do whatever I want with you." He turned her to face away from him, his hands on her waist. "Hold onto the edge of the pool."

Eve gripped the white stone, and Dimitri positioned himself behind her. The water was warm around them, and when he pushed inside her, it was smooth and easy, her body accepting him completely.

He didn’t start slow. Just set a brutal pace, fucking her hard while she held onto the pool edge, trying not to scream. The water moved around them, waves created by their movement, and if anyone had been watching from the cliff above, they would have seen everything.

But no one was watching. They were completely alone.

"Tell me," Dimitri said, his hands gripping her waist as he drove into her. "Tell me who owns this pussy."

"You do," Eve gasped. "You own it. Only you."

"That’s right," he said, and his pace increased. "You’re mine, piccola. Everything about you belongs to me."

She came hard, her orgasm hitting fast and intense, and he followed her over the edge seconds later. She felt him pulse inside her, felt the warmth of his cum filling her.

When it was over, they floated in the water together, her back against his chest, his arms around her waist.

"That was intense," she said breathlessly.

"That was just the beginning," he replied.

They stayed in the water for another hour, swimming laps, floating together, talking about nothing important. He told her about sailing lessons when he was younger. She told him about her first job working at a gallery in New York. He kissed her between sentences. She laughed at jokes he made in that dry way of his.

By the time they got out, the sun had shifted, and it was early afternoon.

They dried off in the changing room, and Dimitri pulled her against him before she could get dressed.

"Come back to the villa," he said. "There’s something I want to show you."

She followed him through the gardens, still damp, her hand in his. The villa was cool after the heat outside, and the marble floors felt good under her feet.

He led her to a room she hadn’t been in yet, a library, but not like any library she’d ever seen. Two stories tall, with a spiral staircase connecting them. The walls were lined with first editions, rare books, manuscripts that probably cost more than most people’s houses.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"I know you love books," he said. "I started collecting after we got together. Some of these were on your favorites list that I found from your old galleries you worked at. I thought you might like to have them here."

She walked slowly through the library, running her hands along the spines. There were first editions of books she’d mentioned in passing. There were rare manuscripts. There was an entire section of poetry in multiple languages.

She turned to look at him. "Dimitri, these are invaluable."