I could barely contain my excitement. I had been waiting for about an hour since I’d left St. Barbars for him to come home, so I could celebrate with him. Everything felt like it was coming together, like my life was finally back on track. In a few weeks, I’d have my degree. Mom was back. My relationship with Michael felt so much less stressful after our talk.
Nothing could stop me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face into my neck, dropping his briefcase by the door. “That deserves a celebration,” he said against my skin. Instead of walking up to the bedroom, he walked down the stairs to the sliding glass doors.
“The pool?” I asked.
Before I could even wiggle out of his hold, he threw me into the deep end of the pool. I sank under, my white dress getting wet, and swam to the top, breathing deeply as I emerged from the water.
“Michael!” I shouted playfully, blinking the water out of my eyes.
I pushed the wet hair out of my face and smiled up at Michael, who was shimmying out of all his clothes—suit, underwear, and all. He jumped in next to me, hands immediately finding my waist. Pushing me against the side of the pool, he kissed me and pulled my wet dress over my head.
“Mia,” he teased me back, mumbling the word against my mouth. His cock was against my stomach, his fingers gliding up my sides.
Completely bare to him, I kicked my feet back and forth to hold myself up. He took my arms and placed them on the edge of the pool on the concrete and moved even closer to me, wrapping a hand around my chin and pulling my face toward his.
“Mia,” he whispered again. “Hold your legs apart for me. Let me fuck you.”
“In the pool?” I whispered, my nipples aching already.
He slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. “In the pool. On the patio. Everywhere.”
And then he kissed me. He pushed the head of his cock inside of me, and I moaned loudly when he drove all of himself into me.
My hips moved back and forth against him, my tits bouncing around above the water. I threw my head back, feeling his hands glide around my waist as he drove me against the side of the pool and fucked me more roughly.
“Next time I fuck you in the pool,” he mumbled against my ear, “we won’t be the only ones here.”
A raspy laugh escaped my lips, and I drew my fingers through his wet hair. “You’re bad,” I said, thinking back to all the times he had fucked me with people around. In his house, at the pool party, in the hospital.
We had been so close to getting caught, yet Michael loved it.
And part of me did too.
“You love it, Mia,” he said into my ear, fingers moving faster against my clit. “It excites you more than anything, doesn’t it?”
My pussy pulsed on his cock, the pressure building inside me. I sucked on my bottom lip and furrowed my brows at him.
With sparkling gray eyes, he looked up at me and smirked. “Doesn’t it?” He dipped his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down gently. “Knowing that at any moment, someone could see these beautiful fucking tits bouncing as I thrust my cock into you?”
“Michael, I—” I grasped on to his shoulders, unable to suppress the rising force. “Michael, I’m going to—”
“Don’t come yet, Mia,” he said. “I’m not done with you.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and walked with me up the pool stairs. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and his cock was still buried deep inside of me. He pounded into me over and over and over again and rested me against one of the pool chairs. Crawling up onto it with me, he continued to pound into me.
Ecstasy rolled through my body. I could feel every inch of him pumping in and out of me, filling me. Water dripped down his body and onto mine. I tangled my hands into his hair, tugging on it.
He kissed down my body, sucking on my neck and definitely leaving little red marks on it. Then, he kissed down my breasts, tugging my nipple into his mouth and tugging on it roughly. I arched my back and let out a loud moan, the sensation driving me wild.
“Harder, Michael,” I moaned, nails digging into his back. “Please.”
I gripped the edge of the pool chair until my knuckles turned white. He hooked one arm under my thigh, spreading my legs and ramming himself deeper and deeper inside of me. Tension rose in my core, and I curled my toes.
Oh my God … how could one man feel so fucking good? My pussy was clenching so much that I felt like I was about to—
“Come for me, Mia.” Michael buried his face into the crook of my neck. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
