Dan Makes Payton Orgasm

Dan leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "You really want to know?" he teased, a smirk playing across his lips.

Payton nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "I do," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.

Dan took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. He set the glass down with a gentle clink and leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "You're not just saying that, are you?" he murmured, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh.

Payton felt the heat from his touch, and she shivered. "No," she breathed. "I'm not."

Dan's hand paused, his thumb dangerously close to her bikini line. "If I show you," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you can't tell anyone. It's just between us, okay?"

Payton nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the weight of his hand, the heat of his palm, and she knew that she was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But the desire that had been building since she first stepped into the house was too much to ignore. She wanted this, and she wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away.

Dan's thumb brushed against the fabric of her bikini bottom, tracing the edge of the elastic. She gasped, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. "I won't tell," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Slowly, deliberately, he moved his hand under the fabric, his fingertips grazing the dampness that had gathered there. Payton's body responded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he found the sensitive flesh of her pussy. He began to stroke her, his movements slow and measured, as if savoring every moment.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. His fingers were magical, working her clit with a precision that had her hips bucking against his hand. The anticipation was agonizing, her body begging for more, for the release that was building deep within her. She had never been so wet, so **** for someone's touch.

Her breath grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the sensations that were overwhelming her. The sound of the pool water lapping gently against the tiles was the only other sound, a soothing backdrop to their clandestine encounter. Her body tensed, muscles coiling tightly as she reached the precipice of her climax.

The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her back arching off the chair, a silent scream caught in her throat. Her eyes flew open, meeting Dan's, which were dark with lust and determination. He didn't stop, his touch unyielding, pushing her further into the abyss of pleasure. It was as if he could read her body like a map, each stroke and caress a step closer to her ultimate destination.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Payton's chest heaved with the effort to regain her breath. Dan's hand remained on her thigh, his thumb idly tracing circles that sent aftershocks of pleasure through her body. She felt exposed, ****, and yet completely alive. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his own desire clear in his gaze.

"Was that what you were expecting?" he asked, his voice low and amused.

Payton couldn't speak, she could only nod, her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of her climax. Dan's touch was still lightly caressing her skin, his thumb tracing patterns that made her quiver with every pass. She felt the heat of his gaze on her, and she knew that he was enjoying the power he had over her in that moment.

Leaning in, he gently removed her sunglasses, setting them aside, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a predatory grace that made her heart race even faster, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck, kissing a slow, burning path down her collarbone and towards the swells of her breasts. She felt the tip of his tongue touch her skin, and it was like a live wire, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.