I brace us against the wall, driving into her deeper.
I pull her bikini top down, filling my hands with her perfect breasts while I thrust hard and fast.
She moans my name into my mouth, her voice breathy and desperate.
I slip a hand between us and rub her clit, my other hand teasing her nipple.
I feel her tightening around me, and within minutes we both explode, coming hard, panting and trembling against each other.
Fuck. She’s going to be sore but I can’t stop wanting her, she makes me insatiable.
We stay in the pool after, bodies tangled and moving slowly now, laughing and playing aswe swim.
“Okay… I know I said we shouldn’t do this anymore when I first moved in, but if this is what breaking the rules feels like, I might need to reconsider my morals,” she admits
“You’re allowed to change your mind. Especially when it involves very convincing arguments… like that red bikini.” I say as I pull at the middle of her bra between her breasts.
She playfully splashes water at me but doesn’t move away.
“It’s not just the bikini, and you know it,” I look at her, more serious now, brushing wet strands of hair from her cheek.
“Yeah. I do. And it’s not just the sex either. I mean, that’s… incredible—but it’s you, Cam. You make everything feel easier.”
She smiles at me, eyes flickering with both affection and uncertainty.
“I’ve never felt this kind of comfort with someone before. Like I can just be myself. I don’t need any filters. You see all of me and somehow still want to be here.”
“Of course I want to be here. I’m not going anywhere. And for the record, I like you with and without filters. But I especially like the version who just kissed me like that.”
She blushes and bites her lip, nudging my chest gently.
“You say things like that and then wonder why I can’t resist you.”
“I don’t want you to resist me anymore Angel.”
We fall into a comfortable silence, the water ripples softly around us.
Then Camille glances at me with a mischievous smile. “Just promise me something?”
“Anything.” I reply.
“Next time we do something like that… can we not almost drown?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Deal. Next time, we take it to safer terrain. Like… the kitchen counter.”
“You’re terrible.” She laughs.
“You like it.” I run my hand over her cheek.
“Yeah… I think I might.” She admits and I freeze for a beat, looking into her eyes.
My voice is barely a whisper. “Me too.”
Eventually we climb out, grab some towels and lay down on the sun loungers by the pool. She grabs her Kindle while I lay back and close my eyes for a nap.
Before I fall asleep I ask her without opening my eyes. “What are you reading over there?”
She casually replies. “Just a book.”
