“I said don’t panic.” I jiggle our held hands to encourage her to loosen them up.
“Okay.” She softens immediately. “What is it?”
“You’re floating.”
Her face drops and she glances around. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t panic, Lainey,” I say on a laugh.
“I’m not.” Her legs start kicking out behind her, causing huge splashes. “I’m not panicking.”
I laugh and tug her arms, hauling her into my body and gathering her close. She’s hanging from me in a second, squeezing me half to death. “I think that’s enough swimming for today.”
“I was floating!” she shrieks, half delighted, still half panicking. I wince, my eardrum ringing. “I can’t believe I was floating!”
“Clever girl.” I feel so fucking proud. It’s another step closer to conquering that fear. “Time to show me your gratitude.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I walk us out of the pool and up the steps, placing Lainey on safe, dry land, before pointing to the lounger in order. “Hop on.”
“I’m all wet.”
I look down at my rousing cock, then up through my lashes to a dripping Lainey. “I should think so.” I grab the condom from the pocket of my discarded trousers and pounce, seizing her and taking her down to the lounger on a growl. Her surprised squeal echoes around the room, but before I get the chance to pin her down, she’s wriggling her way free, and before I can ask her what she’s playing at, she has me on my back, straddling my waist, and has plucked the condom from my fingers.
“I wanted to ride you, remember?” She lifts, unpinning my solid, throbbing cock from my lower stomach, and turns on my lap so she’s facing away from me.
What’s she doing? “I want to see your . . .” My complaint fades when the length of her spine presents itself to me, my eyes falling to the top of her bottom. Oh shit. The burning blood in my veins collects in my cock, and then she lifts, grabbing and holding it in place while she rolls the rubber on. Oh. Good. Lord. My hands slam into the lounger, searching for something to grab. My vision becomes hazy, my eyes crossing, and I blink repeatedly to clear them so I can watch her slowly lowering onto me. Forcing my hips not to buck upward is a test. I’m struggling so fucking badly, my eyes stuck on my weeping cock as she slowly sinks down on a sigh. I slip past her entrance with ease, beginning to pant, my hands going to her waist and holding on.
“Keep still,” I wheeze, breathing through the decadent pleasure of our joining, squeezing her hips. The warm softness of her internal walls surrounding me is enough to tip me without any movement. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
She hums, flexing her hips a little, grinding down onto my lap. Her hands go to her head, and the length of her spine arches beautifully. I’ve never been subjected to such a vision—the smooth skin of her back, the top of her gorgeous arse, her arms raised so she can grip her hair. Fuck me to heaven and back, this is something else. Her hips are rotating painstakingly carefully, each grind exact, my cock slipping back and forth with ease. “How is it for you?” I ask, needing to know if what she’s experiencing is anything close to what I am.
“Deep,” she breathes, her rhythm never faltering. “So deep and amazing.”
“Lainey, you look out of this world right now.” Nothing can beat this, but then her arms come down, her hands planting themselves just above my knees, and she gazes over her shoulder at me. And I’m proven wrong. Her eyes are shining, full of passion and pleasure. My hips jerk of their own volition, my groan loud and long. “Sweet Jesus.” I gulp, fighting to gather some control.
“That good, Tyler?” she asks, low and confidently, changing the direction of her swivels. I bite back my yell of pleasure, clenching my teeth. She smiles knowingly, beginning to recline back, sending my dick even deeper into her soaked pussy. “How about this? Is this good?” Her back meets my front, her hands coming to mine on her hips and moving them to her tits. And damn, if her face isn’t perfectly level with mine. “Tell me,” she commands, turning her head to look at me. “Is this good?”
I nod my head, at a loss for words. Her body is stretched the length on mine, every curve melding into me so fucking perfectly. And our movements, they’re so in sync, as if our bodies are talking. The panicked woman in the water of a moment ago is long gone. I love her vulnerability, but, God, I love her confidence, too. “Kiss me.”
She smiles and pushes forward to find my mouth, and we quickly fall into a slow, soft duel of tongues that’s in perfect time to our rolling bodies and my gentle massaging hands on her breasts. Bliss. Just chain me to this lounger and keep me here for-fucking-ever. But I’m not going to last forever. Bolts of pleasure are shooting through my body, all heading for my cock. Relinquishing my hold of one of her breasts, I skate my hand over her tummy and through the strip of hair on her pelvic bone. She tenses above me, sensing my intention, and once my fingers are sunk into her wetness, she cries out. Her kiss becomes harder and her movements jerkier, both signs that she’s building. I scissor my fingers and start to rub her, the slippery friction making her moan constantly.
“You coming, beautiful?” I ask, slipping and sliding my fingers around her clit, relishing in her condition. She doesn’t answer, but continues to moan and writhe atop of me, her movements pushing my own climax forward. “Tell me when.” My fingers slide lower, catching a feel of the base of my cock. “Oh fuck.” My own movements become jerky, the intensity of pleasure making me lose control of my body.
“Ty.” She bites my lip hard, bringing her hands up over our heads and grabbing my hair. “I’m coming.”
My hips buck, and the surge of energy that rips through me forces the center of my back off the bed, lifting Lainey with me. My eyes close, my jaw tight, the pressure flowing out of me too much to take. “Fucking hell,” I say on a choke, shuddering while fighting to control my fingers that are working her clit to carry her into oblivion with me.
And when she cries out, broken and throaty, I know she’s there. Her body bends violently, forcing her core against my hand, so I flatten my palm and circle, firm and slow, working her through it while getting myself past the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s painful. Only when her strung muscles soften do I slow my hand to a stop, letting my muscles relax while my skin tingles crazily with the aftereffects of my orgasm.
“Shit.” Lainey takes the words right out of my mouth. “I mean . . .” She sighs, releasing my hair and letting her arms flop out to the sides, off the edge of the lounger. “Shit.”
“Ridiculously amazing,” I agree.
“God, yes.”
“Overwhelming.”
“Yes.”
“Impossibly fucking intense.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she breathes out, trying to catch a breath. “Ready for another swim?”
I half laugh, half scoff. It’s all I have the energy to do, so if she’s planning on some more pool time, she can think again. I’m not moving for a while yet. I need to get the feeling back in my numb legs first. “Lainey, I’m good for nothing right now.”