"Wait a moment," he says, turning away. "I need to get a condom."
Shaking, I grab his shoulder, unsure that I should say what I'm about to say. "I know we've been using condoms since that first night, but I'm on birth control, and I don't have any STDS, and I'm sure you—"
"I don't." He stares at me, serious.
"Then I want to feel you inside of me."
He pauses, then nods. "I've been imagining this." His words surprise me, but why should they? Haven't I been imagining the same thing?
Perhaps I'm scared by the idea that I care about him just as much as he cares about me. That at the end of summer, I might not be ready to let go.
As I straddle him, he moves us closer to the shallow end until his feet touch the bottom. I settle onto him, his cock teasing my pussy as we come closer and closer together.
When he places his hands on my hips and pushes me onto his throbbing cock, I am lost in him.
"God, Kacie, you feel so fucking good."
"Fuck me harder," I moan in response, riding him as he thrusts into me. His cock feels hot and hard and amazing, and I want to feel every inch of it. I've always been careful; this is my first time without a condom. I've never felt closer to anyone before, never been closer to anyone, and it feels better than anything I've ever imagined.
"You like how my cock feels?" he asks, slowing down.
I nod, biting my lip.
"Then say it. I need you to say it."
"I love how your cock feels."
He smiles. "Good. Now ride it hard. Ride it hard until I come inside you."
We move our bodies together, in small, desperate friction as we each strive for deeper, harder, more... He cups my ass with his hands as I use my legs to ride him, holding onto his shoulders as they flex under my hands.
He fills me, stretches me, makes me feel alive and present and free, and I never want it to end, but at the same time I want the release, crave the explosion of pleasure deep in belly. I feel it building. I know I can get there with his cock inside me, with my tender nipples rubbing against his chest with each thrust.
Our eyes are locked, his cobalt eyes peering into my soul. I am shattered into a million pieces, like stars in the sky, as the orgasm that had been building explodes inside me along with his cock.
He holds me close as my body collapses against him.
His voice is husky when he speaks. "That was—"
"—Amazing," I finish, my voice also deeper, raw with sensuality.
I feel the loss of him as he pulls out. Colorful lights flicker at the bottom of the pool, and I dive back underwater to clear my head, swimming a lap just for the pleasure.
When I swim back to him, I smile with a challenge. "Race you."
He raises an eyebrow in surprise. "I do use this pool regularly. Are you sure you want to lose this early in our relationship?"
I laugh. "You're the one who should ask himself that question before accepting the challenge."
What I don't tell him is that I was on the swim team in college. I'll let him figure that out on his own.
We push off, and despite myself, I'm impressed at his speed. I focus, pumping my arms and legs harder, moving faster, determined to win no matter what.
He somehow gets ahead of me, but only by a fraction, and I've caught up by the time we reach the end of the pool to turn around. My turn pushes me ahead by the tips of my fingers, but I push my body to keep the edge and extend it.
I will win.
And I do. By less than a second, I reach the starting point before him.
We are both winded and breathing hard, so it takes a moment before I see that he's not looking at me but at something behind me.
And he doesn't look happy.
I turn around and look up at one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, standing near the pool looking down at us with wide eyes and a frown.
"Sebastian," she says. "Is this any way to greet your fiancée?"
Chapter 15
Concerns of the Heart
"Who the fuck are you?" The words are out of my mouth before I can consider how appropriate they might be, but whatever, I'm naked. Sebastian is naked. This woman isn't averting her eyes or even pretending to feign embarrassment. She's just staring, her frown now turned to disdain, and I hate her immediately.
Sebastian grabs a towel from the side of the pool and tosses it to me. It's now wet, but I cover myself and watch him do the same as the woman continues to stare. What the actual fuck?
She looks down at me, large brown eyes in a pale face with a halo of golden hair waving down her back, and she smiles. "I'm his fiancée. Who are you?"
Sebastian practically growls at her. "What are you doing here, Celene?"
Celene. The bitch has a name.