Chapter Twenty-One #3
They stood facing each other in their underwear.
"Don't look so shocked," she told him.
"I can't help it. I am shocked, but I'm definitely happy." He tucked his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. "Are we doing this?"
She grinned and pushed her panties down. "We sure are."
With that, she turned and dived into the pool. She came to the surface laughing at the sound of three splashes following her.
Ollie swam toward her, and the dogs splashed around them.
They were in the deep end, and she could only touch the bottom on tiptoes. Ollie curled his arm around her waist and drew her to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and when he lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a slow, deep, searing kiss, she wrapped her legs around his waist too. He made a low growling sound in the back of his throat, and his hard length pressed into the heat between her legs.
He lifted his head and leaned back to look into her eyes. "Shit. Sorry, Callie. I didn't mean to pounce on you."
She laughed. "You didn't. I pounced on you."
He slid his hand down over her ass as he asked, "And you don't mind that I..." He rocked his hips against her, and fire raced through her veins, making her gasp.
"I don't mind, Ollie. I... I want."
He claimed her mouth again, the kiss even deeper, more urgent this time.
She could feel that he was walking — the water growing shallower with every step.
The dogs' nails clicked on the tiles around the pool, but she didn't open her eyes.
The world had narrowed itself down to the feel of his warm, hard body against hers, his hand gripping her ass, and their tongues sliding against each other, making her desperate for their bodies to do the same.
She only opened her eyes when her back touched the side of the pool. He pressed her up against it, trapping her there with the weight of his body, his chest hard against her breasts.
He looked down into her eyes. "We should have thought this out. I don't have a condom."
She shrugged. "I don't need one if you don't. I'm clean. I get my shot every three months, and..." She crossed her eyes at him. "I probably shouldn't admit this, but it's been quite a while for me."
His eyes seemed to turn a deeper shade of blue, and his cock twitched against her stomach. "I'm clean. It's been a while for me too, and..." He inhaled visibly. "But Callie, I've never gone bare before."
"Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She dropped her feet to the bottom of the pool. "I..." She frowned. "I never thought — I bet you have to watch for women who want you to get them pregnant so that..." She shook her head. "Shit. I hope you know that's not me. I—"
"Callie." His tone was so gentle as he cut her off. He ran his hand over her hair. "I didn't mean that. I meant, this would be the first time... and to me, that's special."
She looped her arms back around his neck again, hopped back up to wrap her legs around his waist, smiling as she said, "Me too."
She pressed a kiss to his lips. "Since we got that part out of the way, anything else we need to discuss?"
He gave her a wry smile. "Did I ruin the moment?"
"Nope. You were honest. And that means the world." She chuckled and jerked her chin toward the dogs. "The only issue now is if you mind performing for an audience."
Peanut and Butter were lying on the opposite side of the pool, watching them.
Ollie laughed. "No peeking, guys!"
Peanut covered her nose with her paws, making them both laugh. Butter let out a low woof, and when he got up, Peanut followed him back into the conservatory.
"Alone at last," Ollie said when they'd gone.
Callie let her gaze travel over him — broad shoulders, lean chest, water streaming down his skin. He was beautiful. She'd known he would be, but seeing him like this, bare and wanting her, made something low in her belly clench.
"Like what you see?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability beneath the teasing.
"Very much." She reached out and traced her fingers down his chest, feeling the muscles tense under her touch. "Very, very much."
He closed his hands around her ass and lifted her higher, and she wrapped her legs around him again. The cool water lapped at her back, but everywhere their skin touched was heat.
He raised his eyebrows, and she nodded breathlessly as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"You sure?" he asked gruffly, his voice rough with restraint.
She clung tighter to him, already aching. "Yes."
He pressed into her slowly — so slowly — watching her face as he stretched her open. She gasped at the sensation, her body yielding to him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her.
He held still for a moment, his forehead dropping to hers. "Damn, Callie." His voice was barely a whisper. "You feel like home."
She cupped his cheek and kissed him, pouring everything she couldn't say into it.
When they started to move, it was slow at first — learning each other, finding their rhythm.
The water splashed gently around them with every roll of his hips.
She couldn't do much, pinned as she was between his body and the side of the pool, but she didn't need to.
He had her. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her onto him as he thrust up to meet her.
"Ollie..." She didn't know what she was asking for, only that she needed more.
"I've got you," he murmured against her neck, and somehow that made her want to cry and come apart all at once.
He gave her more. Deeper. Harder. The water surged around them with every thrust, and she stopped thinking about anything except the way he filled her, the way her body opened for him, the way his breath came ragged against her shoulder.
"Ollie — I'm going to—"
"Yes." His voice came out as a growl. "Come for me, Callie."
He drove deep and held there, grinding against her in a way that made stars burst behind her eyes. Every nerve ending in her body pulled tight, her thighs quivering, clamping around him.
"Ollie!" Her orgasm broke over her like a wave, and she clung to him as it dragged her under.
"Callie—" Her release triggered his. He surged into her one last time and held deep, pulsing inside her as his whole body shuddered. They moved together through the aftershocks, slowing gradually until they were just holding each other, breathing hard, hearts pounding.
When they finally stilled, she rested her head against his shoulder, and he kissed her hair.
"That was amazing," he said.
She smiled against his skin. "The best."
She laughed when he tucked his finger under her chin and made her look up at him. He was grinning, looking more pleased with himself than she'd ever seen him.
"The best?"
She nodded happily. "No more secrets, remember? At the risk of making you big-headed — yep. You are the best."
He ducked his head to press a kiss to her lips. "Thank you. You are too. We are." He winked. "And I promise, I'll never stop appreciating you no matter how much I get to do you."
She laughed and swatted his shoulder. She was about to tell him that he'd better not, but the look in his eyes made her breath catch. Yeah, they were joking around, which was good, but the moment called for more than that.
"I promise you the same, Ollie."