Cole’s body.
My first love.
The connection feels every bit as intimate and real as the day I met him.
Too soon, he pauses again to check the gauges. His eyes tip toward the surface.
Time’s up.
We make a slow ascent, letting our lungs acclimate to the change in atmospheric pressure. He doesn’t pull out of me. But he doesn’t thrust, either, as he keeps us level and buoyant with adjustments to the valves on his BCD vest.
The moment our heads emerge above water, he removes my mask and tears off his own. Then he pins me with the full force of his eyes, his lungs panting, and his expression shocked, overwhelmed, consumed. He feels it, too. The invisible, soul-stirring bond that connects so deeply.
The kiss that follows is carnal and uncontrolled, full of teeth and animalistic desire. Still buried inside me, he thrusts inside me, but he doesn’t have leverage and keeps falling out. With a growl, he releases me to remove his weight belt. The vest and fins come off next, leaving us both completely naked and free of gear.
In the background, my playlist streams from my phone, echoing the sexy, thumping beats of Now Or Never by Halsey.
He raises a brow, followed by a cocky smirk. Then he’s on me, attacking my mouth, his tongue a starving whip of swooping, licking need. I rub and grind against him, stroking his cock and gripping his rock-hard ass. I can’t get enough. I want… I need…
“Right now.” I hold his face in my hands, eating at his mouth. “I need you.”
“I know, baby.” He kisses me hard and deep, groaning. “Fuck, I know.”
He pushes me against the wall of the pool, stroking his length along my clit. “I have to taste you again.”
I moan against his lips. “I want your cock, Cole.”
“Patience.” He grins, bites my lip, and clutches my waist.
With a powerful heave of strength, he lifts me out of the water, over his head, and perches me on the ledge of the pool. “Spread your legs.”
I lean back on my arms and expose myself to him, curling my feet around the concrete edge.
“Jesus.” He stares at my pussy and traces a finger around the opening. “Fucking perfect and pink and swollen. This view… Goddamn, you make me hard as fuck.”
With the water lapping around his shoulders and his chest pressed against the pool wall, he’s eye-level with the apex of my legs. He slides his arms beneath my thighs and slowly leans in, holding my eyes, licking his lips, and teasing us both.
When his mouth finally makes contact with my flesh, my butt flies off the ground.
“Ahhh, God!” I pant, trembling. “Don’t stop.”
He holds me down, buries his face, and devours me. Sucking and nibbling, rolling his tongue and adding his fingers, he ravages me without pause or mercy. His teeth pull on my piercing, and his hand thrusts in sync with his lashing tongue. I fall to my back, twisting and moaning beneath his assault. My arousal coats his lips and gathers inside me like an electric charge, humming and crackling and overrunning my nerve-endings.
“I’m not going to last.” My entire body clenches, gripped by sudden violent waves of ecstasy. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t stop.”
He groans against my clit, shooting vibrations to my core and drawing out the orgasm. I sag on the ground, shaking beneath the flux of his stroking tongue, gasping, and pulling at his hair.
“Okay, okay.” I twitch away from his mouth, overstimulated and out of breath. “Damn, Cole. That was…awesome.”
He grips the concrete edge between my thighs and pushes up with his arms, lifting himself out. Water pours off his body, soaking my chest in warm ploppy drops. As he leans over me, the look on his face stops my heart.
His pupils are dilated, his teeth clenched, and his expression feral with predatory hunger. No words are exchanged. No tender kisses. Just the sharp sound of his hissing breath as he lowers on top of me, stabs his cock between my legs, and sinks to the root.
He snakes an arm beneath my hips and twists us around until I’m lying on the rubber mat, putting a softer surface against my back. As worked up and unhinged as he looks, I’m going to need it.
“This first time…” He lowers his head and bites my neck with a rumbling growl. “It’s going to be hard and quick. Hang on tight, baby.”
I fold my arms around his neck, splaying my fingers against the back of his head as I whisper at his ear, “I want it hard, Cole.”
With a deep groan, he slowly pulls out. “You’re my filthy little fuck doll.”
Then he thrusts, powerfully, ruthlessly, hammering his hips and pounding me into the mat. My hands slip from his hair with the impact, my insides jarring and squeezing against the pleasure-pain.