“Shhhh.”
I nod.I know.We have to be quiet.And that’s fine.I can stay quiet out here in the pool, in the middle of the night, under cover of darkness.
The only light comes from the moon and stars, and outdoor bulbs from a few distant ranch buildings.Otherwise it’s as dark as anywhere on earth.
No houselights.No patio or pool lights.No twinkling little white lights under the pergola.
It’s just Finn and me, slipping through the warm salt water, naked, skin sliding against skin, our mouths seeking each other out, our bodies coming together and floating apart in the black water.
I’ve lost track of how many orgasms I’ve had tonight.More than the rest of my life combined,thatI can be sure of.But it doesn’t even matter.I’m not counting.And anyway, the hours have slipped by in one moan of bliss.
So maybe it’s just been one long, slow, orgasm.One for the record books.
I think Finn’s enjoying himself just as much.I see his smile and eyes glittering at me now as he bobs in the deep water.He raises a foot under the surface, and his toe brushes between my legs.
I tease him, diving under, shooting away, but he grabs my ankle and pulls me back toward him.I feel his hands rough on my legs, sliding up to my hips.My waist.I’m being dragged back toward him through the silk of warm water.
I’m loose.Giddy.I know what’s coming.
I feel Finn stand on the pool floor in the more shallow water.He’s got me.I’m trapped.I can’t get away.Not that I want to.
He bends his knees and pulls me in.He’s hard again, poking against me.
“Drape your legs over me.Lean back.”
I do exactly as he says, since I’ve learned in the last several hours that he only has my best interests at heart.And his best interests.Which turn out to be one and the same.
My back rests against his chest.He whispers into my ear.It’s a growl.
“I can’t get enough.Emma.Enough of you.Why is that?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, so quiet.
He pushes up into me again, wrapping his arms tight around my middle.His rough hands slip up and capture my breasts, pulling and twisting at my nipples as he fucks into me.I’m trying so hard to be quiet, not make any noise.
I don’t think Finn realizes what a tall order that is.
My poor nipples have been through a lot tonight.My poor pussy, too.And my mouth.
But he’s not done with me.I hope he’s never done with me.
“You’re fucking delicious, do you know that?”His hand spreads flat against my sternum and slides up to my throat, where he holds me in place.Nothing too rough.It’s his way of keeping me exactly where he wants me, how he wants me.
He warned me.He told me he could be…a lot.
I laugh.
“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear.Then he bites the side of my neck.
If I’d been drinking, I’d think I’d hadwaaaaaytoo much.But I haven’t had a drop.Nothing.The only intoxicating substance in my bloodstream tonight is Finn MacLaine.
I don’t know how I’m going to walk tomorrow.Drive.Think straight.
I’m cumming.
“That’s it, sweet Emma.Come all over me again.”
I hear a soft wail rise up my throat and escape my mouth.
