Night has settled around the pool, still and private.
The whole place is ours.
“Tell me what you want, babe.”
The teasing drops out of her expression. What replaces it is better.
She shifts her hips, opening for me, lining us up. “Your cock… inside me… right now… fucking me until I come.”
I move into her slowly, feeling her breath against my jaw.
Her arms tighten around my neck. “Ohh.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper into her hair.
I grip her waist, holding her there as she does it again, the same smooth motion, and the sound it pulls from her isn’t quiet.
“Tell me how good it is.”
“So fucking good.” She leans back enough to look at me, water clinging to her lashes. “I love the way your cock stretches me.”
I shift and her head tips back, a soft gasp slipping out, her throat exposed. “Just like that.”
I do it again. This time she meets it, her hips moving with mine, the water shifting around us.
“This is what I’ve been thinking about all day,” she says, breathless. “Since this morning. I couldn’t stop imagining you fucking me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She rolls her hips again, slower now, deliberate, and smiles when she hears the groan it pulls from me.
I move us back until we hit the pool wall and brace her there—something solid beneath us—and she lets out a sharper breath when the angle changes, her grip tightening, nails pressing into my shoulders.
“There,” she says. “Right there. Don’t stop. Fuck me.”
I find the rhythm and hold it—steady and deep—her back against the tile, her legs locked around me. She’s trying to talk, but it breaks apart—my name, fragments, breath—until it’s just sound, her forehead dropping to mine, her whole body tightening.
“Come on,” I say, low, close to her mouth. “Let go, Charlotte.”
“Ohh… Dane?—”
“I’ve got you.”
She comes apart against me, her face pressed into my neck. I keep her there through it until she softens, her weight settling fully into me.
“Fuck, Char?—”
I pull out and finish, my cum disappearing into the water. The sound that leaves me is low and rough, completely out of my control.
My forehead drops to her shoulder. “Woo.”
Her hand comes up to the back of my neck and stays there, neither of us moving for a moment.
“Convenient,” Charlotte says, laughing softly. “The pool takes care of the mess for you.”
“Shut up.”
