Unsure I could last, I do a kegel squeeze that sends him into his frenzy. The grip around my neck tightens.
“Bethany,” he warns.
Knowing I could take control gave me satisfaction, so I continued to do it until Emilio got frustrated and threw me off of him. Falling into the water face first, Emilio got up and turned me onto my back, so I floated. Getting on his knees, he opens my legs and rams right back inside of me. Pounding inside me even harder as I tried to stay afloat, I didn’t know how there was still water in here. Practically drowning, I flop my arms to keep from going under. The sound of water splashing onto the walls and the floor was like a wild fantasy come true.
“Not yet, Bethany.”
Emilio pulls out of me and slams back inside over and over, causing my eyes to roll behind my head. I was devouring every moment. Once his thumb made its way to my clit, I knew we were almost there. Part of me was relieved to finally orgasm, while part of me wanted this to last forever. Lightly circling his thumb over my clit, my moaning got louder as the build-up of my orgasms picked up its pace.
“Nipples.”
Following directions, I grab my nipples. Emilio pushes himself as deep as possible inside me, furiously pulsing. There was no way I was able to last much longer.
As he applied a hard press on my clit, he finally said, “Now.”
We both exploded, and I saw stars as his semen filled me. I was barely phased that I could drown. Pulling myself up and sit, I lean back waitingfor my body to recoup. After catching our breath, we left the hot tub, dried ourselves off, and went to bed. Emilio extends his arm for me to lay beside him. My body is pressed up against his side, and his arm is wrapped around me as he lies on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
“Told you I’d get Gabe to settle in Chicago.”
I nudge him.
“Too soon?”
I scoff, “Way too soon.”
“Were you scared?” he asked, still looking at the ceiling.
“Kind of. Was it worth it? Going through all of that?”
Emilio looked down at me, “To save you from marrying that scumbag? Yes.”
“Do you honestly enjoy what you do?”
Looking back up to the ceiling, “Depends on the day.”
I rest my head on his chest. “How about today?”
“Today was a good day.”
“So you like the gory stuff?”
“It’s not about that. Sometimes, things are done for the better—that’s when it’s not so bad. Like today, 20 people are dead. But it freed an innocent person from life with a sleazeball. Your brother took a crazy gamble with you.”
“He had reason to.”
“Do you think it was worth it?”
Emilio didn’t know the truth about Alfie, so I wasn’t sure how to answer.
“Luca has a way of having his cake and eating it, too. He always has.”
“You should have taken that job in L.A. after college.”
Surprised he’d remember that, I lifted my head and placed my chin on his chest so I could look at him. “Wasn’t part of the deal. I was able to go to college out of state but then I was to return to Chicago.”
“Do you regret that?”
“I used to. But honestly, if I hadn’t gone, I’d be stuck in Chicago forever.” I place my head back on his chest. “Why did you guys leave California?”
