“Marty,” I whisper into his ear as I slowly remove my fingers and he slides all the way in.
“Jenna.” He gasps as he bottoms out.
“Marty.” I moan as he rocks inside me.
“Jenna.” He laughs as his hands come up and play with my breasts.
“Marty.” I giggle as I lean back and stretch my arms out parallel with the skyline and sunset.
“Jenna.” He groans as he puts his hands on the pool's edge on either side of me and then thrusts up inside me, harder, deeper.
“Marty!” I call out as he hits the exact spot I was talking about.
“Jenna, Jenna, Jenna,” he says, rolling into me, pushing me back against the pool's edge so hard I know I'll have bruises there tomorrow and I don’t care. I want them. I want any kind of mark or scrape or graze that reminds me of this.
“Marty,” I mumble when he takes one hand off the pool's edge and finds my clit with his thumb.
“Jenna,” he says when he starts to rub me there.
We stay like that for the longest time. Him playing with me as he rubs me slow and fucks me fast. Us repeating each other’s names. But then he stops and slows the pace right down, even taking his hand off my clit, leaving me wriggling and writhing for more.
“Jenna,” Marty says. “You need to see the sunset.”
In a single movement, he pulls out of me, grabs me by the hips and turns me around so I can see the sun hanging low above the horizon, turning the sky and all its clouds varying shades of pink. Some of the fluffy swirls are pastel shades of rose, and those closer to the sun are a vibrant hot pink. The sun will be gone in the next twenty minutes and I have half a mind to ask him if we can just stay how we are fucking in the pool until it is completely descended, but when he slides back into me from behind, tilting my hips slightly and sweeping his hand around to cup me from the front too, I know I won't last that long even if he does.
There is something about the clouded splendour of this particular sunset that guts me, making me feel empty even though Marty is making me feel so very full. This sunset, more than any other we’ve shared, seems to have a very clear message for me. It’s a reminder that there will always be clouds. There will always be days when clouds block the sun, but that doesn’t mean the sun isn’t still shining,still burning its gases, being the pull we all need to stay exactly where we are, where we’re supposed to be. It’s a reminder that sometimes, clouds can be beautiful too.
“Jenna,” Marty says again, and his hand moves up to my neck, wraps around my throat and turns me so I can kiss him.
“Marty,” I say when our kiss breaks and I bend over lower and hold my body as steady as I can, pushing back so he can fuck me deeper.
“Yes, Jenna,” he says, and I hear the strain in his voice, a tone I now know means he's close. I put a hand in the water and find my clit so I can meet him. It takes no time at all.
“Yes, Marty.” I gasp as my orgasm charges through my pussy, my stomach, my thighs. “Marty, fuck, yes!”
Just as my body stops shuddering from my release, I feel Marty shiver behind me as he gives a series of short, hard thrusts. He grunts out my name as he stops moving and I lean back against him to hold myself up. I close my eyes to the golden pink hues that now fill the sky. Wincing at the dull but so sweetly satisfying ache in my pussy that comes as he slips out of me, I welcome the warmth of his body when he wraps his arms around my waist.
“Jenna,” Marty says his chin on my shoulder.His lips are kissing my skin, soothing the sunburn I know I have there despite our best efforts today.
“Marty,” I say back because his name is the only thing that fills my mind right now.
“Jenna?” he says again and it's a question now.
“Marty,” I reply like aYes.
“Can I stay the night?” he asks in a voice that is more hesitant than usual.
Stay forever,I think as I drift into a post-orgasmic haze.Stay forever, like this, here with me.
“Yes, Marty, stay.” I turn my back on the very last minutes of the sunset and close my eyes against his warm wet chest, knowing happily that he will watch it for both of us.
The Next Day
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jenna
When I wake the following morning, he is gone.
