I take in Marty’s side profile, my eyes hitching on that bump in his nose and the dainty curl in his eyelashes. I see traces of his youth all over him, but I also see a man. A good man.
My stomach rights itself, and so do my thoughts.
I’m just about to tell him how his age doesn’t bother me, to reassure him and ask him what he wants to do for his birthday, but he’s standing up and stripping off his robe. Then, naked, he runs and jumps into the pool like the big kid he also is. The big kid I strongly suspect he will always be regardless of his age.
“Get in,” he calls to me when he surfaces.
“I just got clean,” I say.
“I'll have you dirty in no time again and you know it.” He splashes me.
I squeal at the shock of the water, but a moment later shrug my robe off. Following his footsteps, I run and jump, rolling my also naked body into a ball in the air. When I hit the water, I feel the smack, hear the splash, and love how the water caresses and cools the sting of the harsh landing.
I can't remember the last time I jumped into a pool like that, but I instantly promise myself it won't be the last. In fact, as I surface, I swim to the side and climb up the ladder to get out so I can do it again, this time scissoring my legs and arms open in a star jump, grateful the terrace isn’t overlooked. The next time I leap up as high as I can and twist my body around like a corkscrew. On my fourth jump I try to touch my toes and when I crash into the pool, the slap of the water is hard and sore against the back of my legs. I emerge laughing so much I swallow a mouthful of water and end up coughing so hard I can't talk. It's then I realise Marty is leaning his back against the infinity edge of the pool watching me, laughter wrinkling his face in all the right places.
“Jesus, you're a riot,” he says. “Are you okay? That was loud!”
I laugh more then and that does nothing to stop me coughing. When I finally feel like I can speak without spluttering, I swim the small distance over tohim. “God, that was fun. Why haven't I been doing that all day every day since I got here?”
He snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. “Because you've been doing me instead?”
“Can I do you again?” I ask after a moment's hesitation, suddenly nervous after that terrible joke I made earlier.
As if he reads my mind he says, “Are you asking me to service you?” He leans back so I can see his eyebrows bobbing up and down and his stupid, beautiful lips are pulled into a stupid, beautiful pout.
Buoyed by relief, I play along. “Yes, I'm asking you to service me so good I forget my name.” I wrap my legs around him.
“You'll never forget your name. Not when I'm growling it in your ear as I enter you.”
Looks like he can play this game too. I pout as I stare at him.
Game on, Marty, game on.
“And I'll say your name as you push inside me,” I begin. “I'll say your name every time you pull out only to go back in, filling me up, stretching me so good. I'll say your name when you hit that perfect spot deep inside me, the one that makes me so wet, the one that makes me come so hard.”
He hums in his throat as his teeth nip at my neck. “Jenna,” he says my name, full of want.
I continue, “And you know what happens when I come. When I squeeze you so hard and hold you so firmly inside me. When I grip all around you because it's exactly where I want you, where I need you,” I say then drop my voice even lower. “I need you inside me, Marty. I want you to fuck me.”
He pulls back to look at me then and I think he's going to say something back, but he doesn't. There is a second or two where he looks at me like he's seeing me for the first time and it's unnerving and I wonder if I pushed him too far, if my dirty talk was too much, but then his mouth dives down and takes mine and I can't breathe. I can't breathe because his mouth is claiming mine and he is doing it with so much force, my nose is squashed against his and all my airways are blocked, but I don't care. Our teeth clash and our tongues fight, and I can't remember the lasttime I kissed like this. Maybe I never have. I add that to the growing list of things that have surprised me this week; you can kiss with teeth and really, really enjoy it.
“Marty,” I say pushing him a little so I can breathe and speak. “Condom.”
“Stay here,” he says and moves to the other side of the pool to get out, giving me the most perfect view of his arse and back muscles. “You still want to do it here?”
I turn my head and nod at the horizon. “Yes. Let’s fuck as we watch the sunset.”
And I get one of his stupid, beautiful grins before he runs off. Seconds later he's jogging back, the foil square in his hand, and a beautifully semi-erect penis between his legs. His feet slide on the wet tiles a moment after I yell out not to run, and we both laugh as he jumps back in, holding the condom up out of the water. I meet him in the middle of the small pool and back him up to the metal ladder. I reach down and stroke his cock, play with his balls, hear him say my name again as he kisses the side of my head.
“Climb up a bit.” I nod at the metal steps behind him. He does, looking perplexed but when his penis is out of the water and my mouth is on it, licking and flicking and sucking, he relaxes and leans back against the side. When I feel confident that he's fully erect and ready - his hips thrusting into my mouth - I pull off and take the condom from his hand and open it. After I roll it on, I hold the base and squeeze, loving how hard he is for me. I keep my hand there as he moves back into the water and his fingers cup me between my legs, rubbing as he backs me up against the infinity wall again.
“Marty,” I say, hoping he remembers what I said.
“Jenna,” he says as he takes my mouth while my hand moves his cock to where I want it.
“Marty,” I say as he pushes forward and his head crowns into me.
“Jenna,” he grunts as I hold him there, my hand around his base still, not letting him go any deeper yet.
