Chapter 38 #2
His chest swells against mine, breath shuddering as the velvet squeeze of my body milks an involuntary throb from him. I feel it, a heavy pulse that presses outward, claiming every inch of space he just filled.
“I missed being inside you.”
I missed it too, more than I can say. My body proves it, clutching tight, rippling around him as it adjusts to accommodate his size. The thick head, the slight upward curve, the way the veins along the shaft rub my slick walls each time I move.
His hips move in slow thrusts that drag along nerves that have been starved for him. Each movement pulls another sound from my throat. My body responds immediately, tightening around him, refusing to let him go.
Water moves around us with every motion, small waves breaking softly against my ribs as his hips drive into me.
His mouth brushes my jaw and slides down the curve of my neck, lips warm and demanding against damp skin while my legs tighten around his waist. Each thrust pushes him deeper, the thick length of his cock dragging along nerves that have already turned unbearably sensitive.
His teeth graze my skin lightly before his lips follow, soothing it, then pressing harder.
The rhythm builds without warning.
Pressure gathers low in my stomach, spreading outward through my hips and spine with every movement he forces into my body. My fingers tighten across his shoulders while my nails scrape lightly down his back, trying to hold onto something while the sensation keeps building.
“Fuck… Brooke.”
His voice breaks against my skin.
His hips snap forward again, harder this time. The sudden force makes my breath catch as the full weight of him drives deep inside me. The impact sends a sharp wave of sensation through my core, making my body clamp down around him.
“Don’t move,” he mutters, almost desperate. “Fuck, don’t move.”
But I can’t help it.
My body reacts on its own, tightening, shifting, pulling him deeper every time he thrusts forward.
Then his body goes rigid.
His arms tighten around me, locking me in place, holding me exactly where he wants me as his forehead drops against my shoulder. A rough sound tears from his chest. His cock throbs inside me as he comes, thick heat spilling deep in slow, pulsing surges that spread through my core.
“Shit…I’m sorry,” he gasps against my skin. “I missed you so much. I couldn’t hold it.”
His hands slide up my back, gripping tighter, like he needs to stay connected, like he is not ready for this to end.
“It’s okay,” I breathe, still shaking.
I find his mouth and kiss him slowly, swallowing the last of his apology. My lips move against his, soft at first, then deeper, letting him feel that I'm here, that I wanted this just as much.
“I missed you too,” I whisper against his lips.
He exhales against my mouth and kisses me again, slower, deeper, his hands still locked on my hips, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
Steam softens the room while his dick remains buried inside me, still hard and throbbing. A familiar grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“Seth.”
“I’m not done.”
He guides me backward until the smooth tile of the pool edge presses against my back. His hands slide down my thighs.
One leg lifts over his shoulder.
Then the other.
The position opens me completely, my hips tilting upward as he steps closer between my legs.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod, breath uneven.
He drives forward.
The new angle forces a gasp from my lungs. His cock pushes deeper than before, stretching me around the full length of him until my toes curl.
My body reacts instantly. Muscles tighten around him in sharp pulses while my back arches against the tile.
He lifts my hips higher, holding me exactly where he wants me.
Then he leans backward.
Water climbs toward my face.
“Seth,” I whisper.
“Yeah baby.”
The surface slides over my chin, then my lips, then the bridge of my nose. A second later it covers my eyes and the world goes quiet.
Sound dulls beneath the water.
He stays inside me while my legs hook over his shoulders.
He thrusts slowly.
Each movement strikes deep and heavy, the strange weightlessness turning every motion into a stronger surge of sensation. Pressure gathers fast in my stomach while my lungs burn for air.
A soft sound escapes me in a trail of bubbles.
Just before the tension breaks, his grip tightens and he hauls me upward.
My head bursts through the surface.
Air tears into my chest as he slams forward again.
The impact shatters the pressure inside me.
I come instantly.
My body clenches around him in violent pulses while my back arches against the tile. He groans low and drives forward once more, his cock throbbing as he comes again in deep surges that match the rhythm of my climax.
Water rocks around us.
Slowly my muscles loosen.
My legs slip from his shoulders, but he catches my waist.
“I told you I got you,” he whispers. “Always.”
We stay there breathing hard while music hums softly through the room.
Eventually he pulls me into his lap on the pool steps. My back rests against his chest while his arms wrap around me. He eases his cock back inside me, settling there while the water rocks gently around us.
For a moment my mind returns to the drowning.
Then the memory shifts.
His arms around me. His breath on my shoulder. His heartbeat against my spine.
The water lifting my body instead of dragging it down.
None of it feels like death.
It feels like rebirth.
“I love you,” he murmurs.
I lean into him.
“I love you so fucking much, Seth.”
“You still coming?” he asks quietly.
“A little.”
“Good.”
A tired laugh escapes me.
“Sadist.”
“Only for you.”
Silence settles between us.
“I thought I lost you,” he says finally.
“You didn’t. You never will.”
I turn to face him. His length slips free of me and we both groan softly at the loss.
“You saved me.”
“You didn’t need saving tonight.”
We stay in the pool until the heat fades and our breathing slows.
Finally he kisses me softly.
“Let’s clean up and go to bed.”
I let him lift me from the water.
Tonight was healing.
I killed the man who hurt me and made love to the man who always saves me.
It is us choosing each other.
And choosing what comes next.