His jaw tightens. A low sound leaves his chest as he slides one hand between us, steadying my movement, guiding the angle as he pushes deeper.
I cling to him as his hips roll against mine, my legs tightening around his waist further to keep us anchored when the water tries to pull us apart. My hamstrings ache from the exertion, but I don’t care. I want more, I want harder. I want every inch, every second of him.
The water slaps softly against the pool’s edge as he increases his cadence, and every nerve ending threatens to explode inside of me.
He groans against my neck with his arms braced on either side of me. His body is rigid as he drives into me, over and over, the water breaking around us with each hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Coco.”
The sound of my name on his mouth snaps all control, and I’m done.
The pressure builds mercilessly, heat coiling tighter and tighter until my body shakes. My breath comes apart. I can’t find words. I can’t even find air.
The sensation crests all at once, too much and not enough, and when it breaks, it tears through me without warning.
I cry out, the sound raw and uncontrolled, echoing off the plaster walls as my body clenches hard around him. My legs tighten. My back bows. Every muscle locks as the release crashes through me in waves.
I cling to him, breath breaking apart as the waves of itroll through me, leaving me weak and unsteady against his chest. My legs go slack.
He groans loudly, the sound rough and undone, his grip tightening as he shifts, pulling back just enough to keep himself from tipping over the edge with me.
The movement sends another aftershock through me. My legs don’t feel like they belong to me as they float in the water, straddling him, but limp now. I tremble as I gasp his name against his neck.
For a heartbeat, he holds there, pressed close but controlled, breath coming hard and uneven. Then whatever restraint he had left snaps.
His body goes still inside me, gripping me tightly, before he pulls out. He breaks contact as his hands brace hard on the tile beside my shoulders.
“Fuck,” he breathes, forehead dropping to my shoulder.
He comes with a sharp groan, body locking as he holds himself still, water surging violently around us from the force of it.
Then everything goes quiet, and neither of us moves.
The water settles into slow ripples. My breathing comes in shallow pulls, my center still pressed against him as my legs float on either side of him.
He stays limp against me, his chest rising and falling, his forehead still resting on my shoulder.
His arms come around me again. It’s not tender or gentle. His heartbeat thuds heavily against my chest, loud in the quiet that follows.
For a long moment, we just stay there, suspended in the water as the echoes fade, my body still clinging to him like it hasn’t registered that it’s over.
The water around us has warmed from our bodies.Any small shift brings a rush of cooler water, sharp against skin that’s still too sensitive.
I’m hyper-aware of every place we’re still touching, aware that whatever just happened between us didn’t end when the movement did.
Eventually, he guides me out of the pool and onto a lounger. The air hits my skin all at once, sharp and cold, raising goosebumps along my arms and legs. He moves without hurry, one hand steady at my back, the other braced at my elbow so I don’t slip.
He grabs a towel from the hook and wraps it around me firmly, rubbing warmth back into my skin like it’s a task he’s set himself to. When I start to shiver, he sits and pulls me in, tucking me against his chest, the towel drawn tight around us both.
He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t look away. His attention stays on me like he’s trying to anchor something before it drifts out of reach.
For a moment, he just holds me. He’s solid and steady, his body is warm in a way the water never was.
“You don’t make this easy,” he says quietly, more to himself than to me.
I don’t answer. I let my head rest against his shoulder, my body still humming, my thoughts finally catching up.
Whatever this is between us, it stopped being contained somewhere between the moment he came into my room in the cabin and here in this pool.
