Kate #3
“You’re right, we don’t have to.” He’s all flushed skin and dilated eyes, sweat beaded above his eyebrow. “But I really fucking want to. Haven’t stopped thinking about it since you suggested it last night.”
I chew the inside of my cheek, taking one last look around the pool deck, eyes narrowed.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Fuck me right here.”
Jackson pulls his finger from inside me, and in a frenzy that sends heavy waves rolling away from us, he tugs down the waistband of his shorts. Letting them hang low slung on his hips, he pulls out his cock and the slow pump of it cuts through the water.
I lift up, preparing to take my bottoms off, when Jackson pinches the fabric and pulls it to the side. The hem catches on my swollen clit, and the desperation of this moment—that we can’t even bother getting undressed—makes heat pool in my core.
He notches himself at my entrance, and with a slow, steady push, he stretches me around him.
I’m wet, but submerged in water, so there’s a sharp pull initially.
I gasp, widening my straddle, and sink a little farther.
A little farther yet. Fed by the whimpers slipping from his lips and the tight grip he has on my ass.
“That’s it. That’s my girl,” he moans against my skin. The rasp of his beard the perfect texture next to his soft kisses.
Once I’m fully seated on his cock, Jackson’s free hand threads into my hair and he pummels his hips up into mine.
The water between us is electrified, zipping with energy as the buoyancy of the water makes each thrust more intense. His rough hands on my body pull me to meet him. I bounce up and down, splashing water across the stone slab behind his head.
What the fuck is my life?
Almost three months ago, I was cradling his injured body in the hospital.
Then he was so depressed, I thought he might try to kill himself.
I didn’t know if we’d ever find our way back together.
Now I’m kissing him within an inch of his life and riding him in a public hot spring.
A star-filled night sky hanging above us, thick forest and the sounds of wildlife all around.
His cock hits all the right spots, and my frantic body becomes entirely loose in his arms. Each pulse of my pussy around his cock edging the both of us.
There’s no way we aren’t getting caught, with the volume of the moans. It’s obscene, but I no longer care. Let them see. Let them watch the man I love make me come so fucking hard.
I rock my hips against his, finding my orgasm, feeling a wave of muscle tightness through my body.
“Jackson, I—fuck, I’m coming.”
“Yeah, you are.” He grunts on his next aggressive upward thrust. “Come on my cock, Kit.”
He continues muttering absolute filth in my ear while his bruising grip controls my hips. Lifting me nearly off and slamming me back down. My heart beats out of my chest, and I ride my way through the orgasm, clenching and collapsing against him.
Without changing pace or letting up on pressure, Jackson presses his fingers into the flesh over my hips and keeps pumping into me. And my orgasm rolls through me in contractions of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.
I come so hard, it’s as if I’m the one who doesn’t remember what it’s like to be fucked and I’m experiencing it for the first time.
His eyes are dark with desire, face glistening with sweat.
I wrap myself around his body, tipping my head back so he can lick his way up my neck.
He buries his face there in the crook, and as the warmth of his cum fills my core, the sound of him murmuring “Kit” against my skin with nothing but adoration and love fills my heart.
We kiss and his hand gently strokes my back as we ease back down. And we stay there, with his cock fully seated inside me, flirting with the very real chance we’ll be caught after being the furthest thing from quiet.
I roll my neck, glancing up at the stars, then back at him—my sun. Without him, I’m not sure how long I’d survive.
I whisper, “Over and over, you’ve stayed. Thank you.”
He tilts his head, expression laced with confusion.
“I begged you to stay—on the floor of the barn and in the hospital and when you were talking about how it would be easier if…I’m just so happy you’re here. You’re with me and we’re making memories again.”
He rubs slow circles on my lower back. “This is the best type of memory to make. Let’s do this a million more times. Where else do you want to have sex?”
I smile and kiss him. “Home. I want to have sex with you at home, in our bed.”
“Boo. Boring,” he teases. Then, “Kidding. I can’t wait to have sex with you in our bed—and everywhere else in our house.”
“I can’t wait, either.”
I snuggle into his embrace, relishing the thickness of him inside me and the raw emotion as he holds me tight to his pounding chest.
“Also, I’m happy you gave me a reason to want to stay,” he says softly.
My eyes close at his words, and I feel a familiar droplet of something—pool water or tear, I’m not quite sure—run down my face and drip from my chin.
He leans his cheek against my hair and adds, “I’d do anything for you, Kate.”