My fingers brush the edge of her underwear, and I pause.
"Jake," she gasps when we break apart, and her pupils are blown wide, swallowing all that blue until her eyes look almost black. "Jake, please—"
"What do you want?" The words come out half-question, half-growl.
She answers by pulling me back to her. Her hands find my chest, clutching at my soaked T-shirt, and I can feel the desperation in her grip.
I'm hard—achingly, painfully hard—and when her hip brushes against my cock through my wet pants, I hiss against her mouth.
"Feel what you do to me." I grind against her, just once, letting her feel the rigid length of me. "You feel that?"
"Yes." Her voice is barely a whisper. "God, yes."
I yank my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere behind me
Then my mouth is on hers again. Hungry. Consuming.
She runs her hands over my bare chest like she’s trying to memorize every inch of me.
“Fuck, Talia.” My voice is rough against her lips. “Can I touch you? I want to make you come again like I did last time. Do you remember?”
“I remember.” Her breath shudders. “Touch me.”
I reach between us, my fingers finding the soaked fabric of her underwear. She’s warm there. Warmer than the pool could ever explain.
When I push the fabric aside, I find slick, swollen flesh.
She cries out as my fingers slide through her folds, her head falling back against the wall.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I groan against her throat. “This all for me?”
“All for you.” She’s trembling now, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Only you.”
I find her entrance and press two fingers inside. She’s tight. Even tighter than I remember. Her body clenches around me like it doesn’t want to let go.
The sounds she makes wreck me. Soft gasps. Broken moans. Each one echoing off the basement walls and straight into my bloodstream.
“More,” she begs, and I give her more. I fuck her with my fingers until she’s writhing against my hand, until her legs start to shake and I have to hold her upright with my other arm.
“Need to be inside you.” My voice is wrecked. Barely recognizable. “Need it now.”
“Yes.” Her hands fumble with my wet sweatpants, clumsy with urgency. “Please, Jake—please—”
I help her, shoving them down just far enough to free myself. My cock springs free, hard and leaking, and when it brushes her bare thigh, we both inhale sharply.
I lift her easily. She’s so small in my hands. So perfect. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly.
“Ready?” I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her opening.
She answers by dragging me into a searing kiss.
I thrust inside.
The pleasure is blinding.
Her pussy grips me like a vice. Hot. Slick. Tight enough that I have to go still, teeth clenched, fighting the instinct to lose control immediately.
She clenches around me again, and my vision goes white at the edges.
