“Make me yours,” I command softly.
She stops for a moment. A thought penetrates, and then a mask lowers over her features; she’s hiding feelings. Because if I’m hers... then I need to keep her. Forever.
She takes her hand and guides me to her entrance.
“You’re mine,” she declares as I slide in.
She rocks her hips, taking me deeper, then molds her body to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck as she rides my length. Beneath the surface, we begin our strange dance. I press in, she grinds down. My heart races; hers beats so fast I can feel it against my chest.
A gasp escapes her. I lift her out of the water, bringing us to the edge of the hot tub. I stay buried in her, her head knocking against my shoulder. I hold her tightly, angling her perfectly so I can thrust upward and fill her completely. I kiss her shoulder, tasting the chlorine and her sweet, perfumed skin.
She holds onto me, keeping her balance as I pump harder. She’s panting, mewling. I need to lay her down before I lose control completely.
I carry her up the stairs to the deck and gently pull out only long enough to set her on a soft white lounger. I scramble back on top, nudging my cock back in. I’m an animal now, covering every inch of her. She’s engulfed by my frame, but she’s still at the command center of my world.
Everything zooms into a pinprick of light, of focus. She cups her hands on my ass, pulling me deeper. I press my hand between us and ravage her clit with my thumb until she’s shivering beneath me.
“Come for me, Selena. Shatter on my cock.” I whisper the words against her ear.
She grits her teeth. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her pussy tightens around me like a vice. It holds me in its grip as she convulses, riding the biggest orgasm she’s ever had.
“Good girl,” I praise.
Swept under by the sight of her pleasure, I let go. I come hard, my body tightening until I hear ringing in my ears. I pulse into her, filling her with warmth.
The world around us is silent but for the distant hum of the city. I stay inside her, overwhelmed. We lay there, chest to chest, my forehead resting on her cheek, both of us slick from the water and the exertion. The cool night breeze hits our bare skin.
I lift my head and trail a finger over her cheek.
“Are you still okay?”
She grazes her lips over the stubble on my chin. “I am.”
I carefully slide out of her, and we both feel the loss immediately.
We lay on the lounger under the stars. I reposition us so she’s in my arms, her leg draped over my hip. She traces lazy circles on my chest with her finger, painting me with the water dripping from her hair.
I think of us. My hair is salt and pepper; hers is shocking blonde. I wonder what our child might look like. I make a silent prayer that the baby has Selena’s angelic face.
She turns and looks up at the sky. I move a stray hair from her eyes.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“Is this real?” she asks in a soft, quiet voice.
“It isn’t,” I say instantly.
She stiffens in my grasp, then relaxes. She knows it’s not real; we are under contract. This is just us enjoying the perks.
“Right. Sorry.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You are responsive, emotional, and you fuck like you mean it. I like being married to a woman like you. But don’t get dragged into forever with a douchebag,” I tell her. “One day you’ll remember this and be glad you didn’t stay.”
She flattens her lips into a stern line and nods.
I run my hand along her arm. She shivers. “You’re getting cold. Let’s get you inside.”
I help her off the lounger and grab two fluffy robes from the cabana cabinet.
