He was in a hurry to make me come, and I was powerless to stop the onslaught of sensations. His teeth grazed my nipple before he soothed it with his tongue, and his fingers mimicked the action of him fucking me. But I wanted to be filled with his cock.
I wanted to forget about everything else and give into this feeling of free fall.
Marshall slipped off my nipple. "Are you going to come for me?"
"I thought I was supposed to hold out."
"Now what fun would that be?" he asked before sucking my nipple into his mouth, making me lose all sense of reason.
As soon as he'd come out to the pool, he'd been playful, more like he'd been when he was a teenager.
His fingers curled over that spot deep inside me, and I saw stars. He did it a second time, while the heel of his palm ground against my clit, and his tongue flicked against my nipple. The combination was too much to resist.
I cried out as the orgasm rushed through me, and I held onto Marshall like he was my lifeline. I needed him to keep me together. Otherwise, I'd fly apart.
Then he kissed me, and I was vaguely aware that he'd untied my bottoms and reached around to the do the same to my top. He pulled away long enough to push down his trunks. Then I was in his arms, my legs surrounding his waist as he thrust into me.
The feel of him inside me was incredible. He was so big everywhere.
He tensed. "I forgot to grab a condom."
"Do we need one?" I asked him. We'd hadn't forgone condoms when we were teens because I wasn't on birth control at the time. "I'm on birth control, and I was tested after you-know-who."
Marshall gave me a tight nod. "I'm clean too."
I wrapped my arms more tightly around his shoulders. "Then I don't need anything but you."
My words spurred him on. He thrust into me with purpose, as if our time was limited and he was worried I'd change my mind.
I had no intention of leaving him before the summer was over. I was helpless to resist him. I clung to him, expecting him to support me, to not let me down. And as he thrust one more time deep and released inside me, I let him in, all the way in.
Whatever happened at the end of the summer, I'd deal with it. It was worth getting to be with Marshall again like this. Was he destined to be a short time in my life, coming in when I needed him the most, or were we meant for more?
It was impossible to know, and only time would tell. Time that seemed to move faster with each passing day.
He eased himself out of me and set me on my feet. Then he sat on the bench and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lulled with the water and the feel of his arms supporting me.
We were quiet for a few minutes, content to be in each other's arms. Eventually, he set me on the bench and got out. "I'm going to grab a few snacks and our wine. Be right back."
He moved across the patio to get a towel and wrapped it around his waist. As he leaned over to grab the wine bottle and glasses, his back muscles flexed.
He was strong and capable yet still worried about his role in his daughter's life. My heart was opening more for him every day.
I sat in the hot tub, enjoying the bubbling water and the heat. I waited for each muscle to relax and my mind to let go.
He returned with a plate of cheese, grapes, and crackers.
"This looks great."
His brows wiggled. "I thought you might want a snack after our competition."
I smirked. "It was enjoyable."
He smiled as he set his legs in the water. "You have a good time at my parents'?"
"I survived it. No one suspected that we were anything more than roommates."
He arched a brow. "Did you think they would?"
