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“They’re sleeping,” Jake whispers as he swims closer to me. He just went inside to check on everyone.
We ended up spending the evening with Hannah and Thomas while Chris and Rose were chilling in his room. But now it’s one am and everyone is asleep. I’m in the corner of the pool, both my arms spread on the edge, facing Jake. The warmth of the heated water compared to the outside temperature is magical. The only lights on are the pool lights and as Jake gets to me and puts his hands on my hips the whole atmosphere turns sexual.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world?” he asks in a gravelly voice.
His mouth goes to my neck and I giggle as I try to reply that yes, he told me countless times.
“I want to be inside you,” he murmurs as one of his hands grabs my breast and he starts massaging my nipple through my bikini.
My brain starts screaming at me.
You’re in the pool.
Anyone could see.
The lights are literally all on you!
And as usual around him, my body forgets my brain and instead, agrees to everything Jake says. My hand goes under his swim shorts on their own accord, and I grip his already steel-hard length.
“Fuck me,” I groan as his fingers slip beneath my bikini bottom and between my folds.
I watch with half-closed eyes as he shakes his head no. He smirks when he sees my face.
“I’m making love to you tonight, Angel.”
I gasp at his words mixed with his fingers entering me.
“Let me love you, please,” he purrs in my ear and my heart melts.
Jake doesn’t say please, he takes. Especially in a sexual situation, I’m the one usually doing the begging. The vulnerability in his voice is like I’ve never heard. We’re both still waiting for the other to say the magic three words. I know he doesn’t because he hates being vulnerable and he might lose control of the situation. I don’t because I’m scared. I freeze every time I think I’m going to say it and open myself to being hurt.
Before I realize, he pushes my bikini to the side and enters me in one long stroke. He pauses as my mouth falls open and waits for my body to adjust. He then starts moving at a torturously slow pace, but the warm feeling that spreads to my chest is overwhelming.
He spends long minutes undulating his hips with my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and his hands gripping the edge of the pool behind me. It’s slow and tender and it drives me to the edge of sanity. My orgasm comes so slowly, but the waves last for an eternity. They wash over me, over and over again as our breaths become one. I’m not screaming like when he pushes his anger into his strokes. No, I’m moaning long and slow as he keeps a steady rhythm. My whole body is relaxed even as it’s reaching its highest high ever.
For the second time in a week, tears slip out of my eyes as Jake and I reach a climax together. My inner walls tighten around his cock and uncontrollable tears of happiness spill down my face. I let my legs float in the water as he pulls out but I keep my arms around his neck and he keeps me caged in between himself and the wall of the pool. He lets his forehead fall on mine, breathless. After a minute or so of calming down in the quiet night, he puts a strand of hair behind my ear and rests his hand back on the edge again.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks quietly.
This is one of the most intimate moments we’ve ever had. It’s restful and exciting at the same time. It gets my heart beating too fast but relaxes my muscles. It fills me with joy but still leaves me longing for more of him. I need all of him, his body, his love, his mind, his trust, his soul. All of it.
“Why are you crying, Angel,” he repeats. “That’s twice now and I’m worrying.”
I let out a whispered chuckle and place both my palms on his cheeks, looking into the depth of his ocean eyes.
“I’m happy, Jake. I never thought it was possible to be loved entirely and unconditionally. Now I know it is.”
He smiles at me but says nothing. He doesn’t confirm ‘I do love you’. I know he does. I just need him to say it.
Please say it.
He lifts up his head, reaches for something on the ground behind me, and brings his hand in front of me, between both our faces. He’s holding something in his fist, but I can’t see what it is.
“Merry Christmas,” he breathes. He opens his hand and a small necklace falls in front of my eyes, hanging from his forefinger.
“Jake,” I gasp. It’s so gorgeous I have to refrain myself from crying again.
The gold chain is short and simple, the pendant is a flat heart made of gold. My stomach twists at the thought that I made him a calendar of us. It’s not like I could have afforded something as nice as this necklace, so I went for sentimental.
