Chapter 37 #2
He takes my hand, leading me to the pool steps. The water kisses my ankles, then my calves, then my thighs as we descend together. When I’m submerged to my waist, Raffaele suddenly tugs my hand, pulling me forward until I’m floating, my feet leaving the bottom of the pool.
I gasp at the sensation of weightlessness, of the water caressing every inch of my naked body. Raffaele’s arms encircle me, keeping me afloat as we drift toward the deeper end.
“I’ve got you,” he assures me, his voice low and intimate in the night.
Twisting, I wrap my arms around his neck, our wet skin sliding against each other. The buoyancy of the water makes me feel light and playful. I splash him lightly, laughing at his mock scowl of outrage.
“Dangerous move, Mrs. Brewer-Russo,” he warns, eyes glinting with mischief. Before I can respond, he ducks below the surface, his hands finding my waist and lifting me up so that I rise from the water with a squeal of surprise.
“Put me down,” I laugh.
He emerges a moment later, his hair slicked back, water droplets clinging to his eyelashes. Our playfulness shifts suddenly as his hands slide up my ribs to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they harden into tight peaks.
“Raffaele,” I breathe, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he walks us backward until my spine meets the cool tile of the pool wall.
“I want to fuck you here,” he growls, his mouth finding the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Right now, under the stars.”
His hands are everywhere, touching, exploring, claiming. Underwater, his fingers find the apex of my thighs, circling my nub until my hips buck against him involuntarily.
“Please,” I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders as pleasure coils tighter within me.
He positions himself against my entrance, the head of his arousal pressing but not entering. “Ask me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “Ask me to fill you up.”
I’m trembling now, suspended between the cool wall at my back and his hot skin against my front. “I want…” I falter, old inhibitions surfacing even now.
“Say it,” he insists, his grip on my hips tightening. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.
He pushes forward slightly, just enough for me to feel the pressure without giving me what I crave. “Tell me you want my cock, Alina. Not my ‘you know what’ or my ‘thing’ or my ‘penis.’ My cock. Or my dick if that’s better.”
Heat floods my cheeks at his crude language, but there’s something liberating in it too—a permission to want, to name, to claim this pleasure without shame or euphemism.
I swallow hard, gathering my courage. “I want your…” I hesitate, then force myself to say it. “Your dick inside me. Please, Raffaele.”
His answering groan vibrates through his chest and into mine as he finally, finally pushes forward, filling me in one smooth thrust. The water creates a strange sensation, both easing his entry and creating resistance as he begins to move.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he murmurs against my ear, his hips pumping slowly. “Saying what you want, how you want it.”
I can only moan in response as he establishes a rhythm, each thrust pushing me against the pool wall.
The contrast of sensations is overwhelming.
The cool water lapping around us, the heat of his body inside mine, the hard tile at my back, the softness of his lips as they claim mine in a passionate kiss.
“Harder,” I gasp when he breaks the kiss, surprising us both with my boldness. “Please… fu… take me harder.”
He complies immediately, his movements becoming more forceful, more demanding. One hand grips my hip while the other finds my breast, pinching my nipple with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure-pain racing through my body.
“You feel so good,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine. “So tight around my cock. So perfect.”
The water splashes and churns around us, our bodies creating waves that lap at the pool’s edge. I’m growing addicted to this feeling. To him inside me, to the way he fills me so completely, to the building pressure that promises release.
“Mine,” he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his climax. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out, my nails scoring red lines down his back as my own orgasm approaches. “Yours, Raffaele. Only yours.”
His hand slides between our bodies, finding the bundle of nerves that sends me spiraling over the edge. “Come for me, Mogliettina. Now.”
My body obeys his command, pleasure exploding outward from where we’re joined, radiating through every nerve ending until I’m crying out his name, my inner walls clenching around him.
He follows a moment later with a guttural groan, his hips slamming against mine one final time as he finds his release.
For several long moments, we remain locked together, our harsh breathing the only sound besides the water against the pool’s edge. Gradually, our heart rates slow, and our breathing steadies.
Raffaele’s arms tighten around me as he walks us to the shallow end, where we can stand.
He doesn’t withdraw from me immediately, keeping us connected as he brushes wet hair from my face with tender fingers.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost reverent. “But I’m not leaving this island until you can demand my dick in your cunt without blushing. Do you understand me, wife?”
I whimper. Honest to God, whimper. “Y-yes.”
When he pulls out of my body, I feel the loss acutely. But he doesn’t let me go, he guides me to float on my back, supporting me with one arm while he floats beside me. I rest my head on his chest, our naked bodies bathed in moonlight and the ethereal blue glow from beneath the water.
Above us, stars fill the tropical sky, more than I’ve ever seen, uncountable points of light in the vast darkness. Below us, the illuminated pool cast shifting patterns across our skin. And between us, something new has taken root. Something beyond lust, or convenience, or arrangement.
As we float together in the warm Caribbean night, I feel more connected to Raffaele than ever before.
More connected to myself, too. To the woman I’m becoming.