“Okay.” I reach for my shorts to put them on again, and he stops me. He takes my shorts from my hand and then my camisole, and he tosses them under the bed along with his pants. “We go naked.”
“Are you crazy?”
A slow grin spreads across his face. “You know I like a little danger.” He kisses me, pressing me back into the pillows and running his fingers along my thighs. It’s late, and my uncle sleeps like a rock. I can’t count the number of times I snuck out to go for late night walks in the neighborhood while I lived with him in high school. This is no different. “Fine,” I say. “But let’s go now, because if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
Andrew makes a sound that’s close to a growl and jumps out of the bed before scooping me up and setting me on my feet. He takes a condom from his drawer and turns out the lamp. The room is plunged into darkness, the light from the sky outside slowly swimming into focus. Andrew finds me, running his hands across me before taking my hand. I can’t see, and every other sense is screaming. I feel every whisper of air against my skin and hear every creak in the house’s walls. He pulls me along, leading the way through the hall and down the stairs. The tiles in the kitchen are cool, and my feet whisper across them. Finally we’re outside, and the sky is clear and filled with stars and a waning moon. There’s not much light, but I can see Andrew just barely, and he’s staring at me like I’m captivating.
I cross the patio to the pool and step in to find the water cool and pleasant. I wasn’t going to tell him this, but if the water had been freezing cold I would have nixed this plan immediately. The pool is nice, with seating areas and jets spread throughout odd shaped alcoves. I go just a little deeper, so my breasts are floating in the water, and I hear the crinkle of Andrew putting on his condom before coming into the pool behind me. He swims over, and light from the moon glints off the ripples he’s making. “Another first,” I say.
“What is?”
I twirl in a circle, enjoying the feel of the water against my naked skin. “I’ve never been skinny dipping.”
“That is just sad,” Andrew says. “Because skinny dipping is fun.”
I can’t stop my smile. “Well, now that I know…I’ll have to make sure I go again.”
“Maybe next time in an ocean.”
“That sounds nice.”
Andrew turns, and the light from the moon falls down his torso, highlighting the dips and hollows of his delicious body. My mouth goes dry, and I remember why we came here in the first place. “Well, here I am, soaking wet,” I say softly. I dip my head back into the pool, letting my hair go all the way under before surfacing again.
Andrew reaches for me and pulls me into one of the little alcoves filled with jets and bubbles and benches. “You,” he says in a whisper, “are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.”
I think my heart stops in that moment, the unexpected sentiment filling me up. I freeze, absorbing everything around me so I can recall this moment.
He pulls me against him, the water flowing between us, and kisses me. At the same time he reaches down and slips a finger inside me, making me gasp into his mouth. His thumb finds my clit, and my entire existence narrows to that single point of contact. “Close your eyes.”
“I can barely see anyway.”
“Just trust me, Naomi.”
I close my eyes, and he leads me to a bench at the edge of the pool, has me kneel. Then he’s behind me, and he leans me back against him. I let my head loll against his shoulder as he plays with my breasts. He tugs on my nipples, and I’m so aroused that it feels like he’s tugging directly on my clit. “Andrew,” I say, “please.”
I don’t have to ask again. He reaches down, and fits himself against me, and then pushes himself inside my pussy in one slow, smooth stroke. I almost come right then. “Oh god.”
“You feel incredible.” Andrew’s voice is rough and I’ve never heard it sound so sexy.
He starts to move inside me, slow and steady. The motion of the water around us makes every movement feel like it lasts forever, and it’s amazing. I lean back and let him and the water carry my weight while he fills me again and again. “Being inside you is all I’ve been able to think about today,” he says, increasing his speed.
I can’t say anything. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure. Nothing works. I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t think, only feel. Every stroke in is a flare sending heat up through my core, and every stroke out makes me shudder. Just then, Andrew turns me, and one of the jets hits directly on my clit. I can’t keep quiet and I’m so grateful for Andrew’s hand covering my mouth because the edge is right there and he’s thrusting faster and it’s so good, so fucking good and oh god I’m coming.