48. Emily
48
EMILY
T he basement pool is deserted, and it feels like our own private oasis, far removed from the chaos of the world above.
“Care for a swim?” Lucas asks, that playful tone back in his voice as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
I raise an eyebrow, a smile tugging at my lips as I watch him. “You know I don’t have a swimsuit with me.”
“Who needs a swimsuit?” he retorts with a grin, tossing his shirt aside and kicking off his shoes. He’s already down to his boxers by the time I catch up, and I can’t help but laugh, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
“Alright, alright,” I concede, pulling off my own clothes and letting them fall to the floor. When I’m finally naked, Lucas’s eyes roam over me, his gaze filled with appreciation and something darker, more primal.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he reaches for me.
We slip into the water together, the warmth enveloping us as we move through the pool in unison. There’s a lightness between us now, a sense of freedom that comes from knowing we’re finally on the same page, finally moving forward together.
After a few leisurely laps, we make our way to the edge of the pool, climbing onto the side. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his lap as the water drips from our bodies, cooling in the open air.
His hands roam over my skin, his touch teasing, but there’s a tenderness in the way he holds me, a love that radiates from every movement.
“Lucas…” I murmur, my breath hitching as he trails kisses along my neck, down to my collarbone.
He doesn’t respond with words, but I can feel his intentions in the way his hands tighten on my hips, in the way he pulls me closer, his need for me evident in every touch.
I lean into him, giving myself over to the sensations, to the pleasure that he knows so well how to draw out of me.
His hand slips between my thighs, and I gasp as he begins to tease me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that make my head spin.
He doesn’t let up, his touch relentless as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, his name spilling from my lips in a breathless chant.
When the climax finally crashes over me, it’s like a wave of pure bliss, leaving me trembling in his arms, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Lucas holds me close, his hands gentle as he soothes me, grounding me in the aftermath of the intense pleasure.
As I come back to myself, I turn in his arms, cupping his face in my hands as I look into his eyes. “I love you, Lucas,” I say softly, the words carrying all the weight of my love and commitment. “I can’t wait to have children with you.”
His eyes darken with emotion, and he presses his forehead to mine, his voice thick as he asks, “Children, plural?”
I grin, nodding as I brush a kiss against his lips. “Dozens.”
He laughs, the sound deep and warm, before swatting my behind lightly. “Maybe we’ll start with one,” he teases, pulling me into another deep, lingering kiss. “See how that goes.”