Escalation Clause by Liz Crowe Page A

you.”
    “Oh.” She’d grinned and snuggled down into the covers. “Say it again.”
    “Sure. I’m not afraid to say it like some people I know. I love you.”
    She’d let the silence spin out a minute before responding but knowing the truth of the words. She’d found her soul mate and no man would ever do it for her but him. “I love you, too. So much. So much so that I don’t understand why in the hell you won’t just….”
    “Shh…shh…,” he’d interrupted her. “I told you why. I want…no, I need for it to be special. Not just some random encounter hiding from my parents or your brother.”
    “Aw, that is just sweet. And all I want is for you to fuck me. You know, hard, and a lot.”
    “Damn girl. Nice dirty mouth. And I will, I promise. Someday.”
    Mo smiled up into the sunlight, let her fingers trail through the warmish water then down over her hard nipples under her bikini top. She squirmed in the floating chair, her core doing its usual meltdown at the thought of the incredible magic Brandis had shown her. He’d taught her a thing or five about oral sex, using his amazing lips and tongue to tease more bone-shattering orgasms out of her than she could count. She’d learned how much he liked it rough, wanted her to use the dirtiest words she could come up with during their many exploration sessions. She had gotten to be an expert at pushing all his buttons to bring on mind-blowing orgasms. But, that one small detail remained. He would not penetrate her with anything but his tongue, and would not go deep with his fingers no matter how much she begged, teased, cajoled or otherwise used her skills to convince him to finish her, to just be the guy who made her truly his.
    Her favorite place to be with him was his old bedroom. Since both his parents worked long hours, and Denise spent her days as a camp counselor, they had ample opportunity to explore each other in the long hours of the afternoons after both of their summer day jobs were done. She slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms.
     He’d taught her that too, how the sound of his voice could make her react and ready for him in an instant. She rubbed herself, using a familiar rhythm, tugging her nipple, keeping her feet propped on the pool ladder for leverage. “Brandis!” She cried out at the last moment, as her pussy pulsed in her hand.
    Then, without warning, she was dumped over, coughing and sputtering with surprise and his strong arms were around her under the water, his lips pressed to hers. They surfaced, still kissing and he backed her against the edge of the pool, running his hand down her face. She grabbed his cock, loving its now familiar length and heft in her hand. He shifted so she could release it into the water, feel it against her bare stomach. He broke the kiss, stared into her eyes. “That was the hottest goddamned thing I have ever seen.” He mumbled, before nipping her earlobe and kissing his way down her neck, untying her bikini top and pulling her bottoms down and off.
    “Jesus, Brandis,” she gasped, cradling his head as he sucked her nipple, hard, just like she liked it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, let the water’s buoyancy hold her aloft. One shift of her hips and she would have what she wanted so desperately. He wanted it, too, she could tell. His hips thrust forward towards her as he gripped her ass, shoved her up against the pool wall. “Yes.” She hissed, feeling him close, nearly inside her.
    “No,” he tore away, his breath harsh, his face a mask of desire and frustration. “I told you, it’s…oh, God,”
    She pulled him back to her, flipped them around so he was the one propped against the wall. She lifted herself up, bit her lip and grabbed his throbbing shaft. This was it, goddamn it. She was going to have him inside her, where he belonged. He kissed her, making her head spin with the intensity. His tongue swept into her mouth, their teeth clicked together in clumsy urgency. A small