Page 69 of The First Time

After we eat our food, we walk into the master bedroom, which is on the first floor and has its own little patio that leads to the pool. We put on our swimsuits and walk out the back.

The sun has started to set as the sky is painted with different hues of orange, pink, and red.

Josh runs and jumps in the pool instantly. I laugh and watch him as he swims over to the edge that I walk to. He stands and pushes his dark hair to the side. His rippling stomach is on display, chest hair soaked from the water, looking every bit like the man of my fantasies.

He rests his forearms on the edge of the pool and smiles up at me. “Get over here, Freckles. Take a seat.”

“I can’t get in the pool?”

“Not yet. First, I want you right here,” he slaps the cement.

I sit down in front of him as he makes space for me between his arms. My red bathing suit is skimpy and shows off just as much as the one I wore in Italy, which pissed him off so much. But I figured this one is alright since he will be the only one seeing it. Plus, I like getting a rise out of him. It’s fun and has proved to lead to my benefit in the end.

“Good girl. Put this foot up on the ledge.”

He points to my left foot. I’m not sure what is going on, but I follow his instructions. Then, before I have time to process it, he hooks a finger in my bathing suit, pulls it to the side, and has his mouth on me.

“Ahhh,” I shout at the shock of it all.

But my hand is already in his hair, pushing him harder against my clit. I lift my ass off the edge and grind into his mouth. He responds with a moan of his own like he loves my pussy being shoved further onto his face.

He grabs my ass with both of his hands and keeps me in place, then he shakes his head back and forth.

“Fuck, babe,” I respond. “I’m not gonna last long.”

How can I when he is like an animal eating his damn prey after a long hunt? He’s ravenous, almost violent, as he works me with his tongue, sucks on my clit, then shoves his fingers inside of me.

I come on a scream, not sure if any neighbors can hear, but unable to control it. I bite my lip to try and stifle my cry of satisfaction. My body is still convulsing when he pulls me into the pool and kisses me. My trembling legs cling to him as they wrap around his body.

Then I rest my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. I didn’t know I could ever feel this content. I could actually fall asleep in his arms right here in the pool.

He walks us further in towards the deep end, all while holding me to him. There are no words that are needed. We float around like this for a while until my body recovers. I pull away from him and start to swim backward.

The water is the perfect temperature, cooling my body from the humidity of the late July summer air.

We swim for over an hour, Josh challenging me to a race from one side to the other, me winning each time. I was a lifeguard, and on the swim team, he didn’t stand a chance. Then we stumble upon a freaking bowling alley in the basement where we play a full game, Josh killing me. I don’t mind, though. It gave his ego the boost it needed after losing to me in the pool.

We clean off in the rain shower, grab the bottle of champagne, and lie in the large bed that looks out onto the water.

I lie my head on his bare chest as I begin to rub my fingers up and down him aimlessly as we talk.

“Did you actually hate me all of these years?” I ask out of nowhere.

His fingers start to play with my hair. “I’ve never hated you a day of my life.”

I sigh, “Neither have I.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asks.

“I promise. It was just my defense mechanism because I liked you so much. I didn’t want to. If anything, I hated how much I didn’t hate you at all.”

We lay in silence as our admission hangs in the air. I don’t know why I continue. “When I was seventeen, I used to lie awake at night thinking about what a future with you would look like.”

“You did?” His fingers caress my arm. “What did a future with me look like?”

“It’s silly. Just remember that I was seventeen.”

He chuckles. “Tell me, Freckles. I won’t make fun of you.”

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