Fireworks 1 and 2

Chapter Eighty-Five

    The sound of falling water surrounded Drake and Mia as their kiss deepened. He pressed his body into hers, forceful enough that she took a step back. His hand curled around the back of her neck as his lips caressed hers, and he pressed himself into her again. She took another step back. He continued to push her backwards, until she was at the pool's edge.

    "Aubrey," she moaned against his lips.

    He groaned against her mouth in response.

    Her hands were beneath the surface of the water, firmly gripping his waist. She tucked her fingers in the waistband of his board shorts, her fingertips brushing against his pelvic bone.

    He shifted his kisses from her mouth to the curve of her jaw. He hesitated with his mouth hovering over her neck, eyeing the bruises.

    She turned her head, ever so slightly.

    He looked up at her, the lust in his eyes momentarily replaced by sadness. His eyes moved back down to her neck. He swept her heavy, wet hair behind her shoulder, bent his head, and pressed the softest kiss to her neck.

    She tilted her head to the side, her eyes fluttering closed. The spot he'd kissed was still tender, but she held back the wince of pain that was fighting to escape her mouth. Regardless of the fact that his kiss caused her the slightest discomfort, she didn't want him to stop.

    He continued to kiss down the slope of her neck, and she could tell he was trying to be as gentle as possible. His large hands slid down her arms as he kissed his way along the curve of her shoulder. Wherever he touched her, her skin tingled.

    She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

    He slid his hands around her back and tugged on one of the hanging strings to her bikini top. He pulled on the string until the knot came undone. He ran his hand down the arch in her back, then worked his way back up so he could peel the wet bikini top off of her. He tossed the soaking wet garment onto the flat rocky surface beyond the pool's edge.

    She stared up at him with her full lips parted in anticipation. Beads of water still clung to some of his curls. She raised a hand to touch his hair.

    The minute he felt her hand in his hair, his eyes closed.

    She lifted her other hand and ran both of them through his hair.

    His grip on her tightened, mashing her breasts into his bare chest. When he opened his eyes, his gaze was heated. Unbridled desire flared up in the depths of his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered.

    "What are you doing to me?" she countered. "No one has ever made me feel the way you do."

    The look in his eyes said that he felt the same way.

    She lowered her hands to his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes. Instead of kissing him right away, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it.

    He groaned, dug a hand in her hair, and his mouth came crashing down on hers. Passionate, demanding, and just a little bit forceful. He pressed himself against her again, and she could feel how hard he was.

    During the kiss, she reached into his swimming trunks and grabbed him, pulling a growl out of him.

    He hoisted her up and pushed her against the pool wall.

    She wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles behind his back. Then she withdrew her hand from his swimming trunks so she could slide her arms around his neck. Neither one of them broke the kiss.

    He cupped one breast in his hand as he sucked on her tongue. With the other hand, he reached down into the water and brushed his hand against her right hip. Only the buoyancy of the water, the pool wall, and the death grip her legs had on his waist held her up as he fumbled around with the knot keeping her bikini bottoms secure. He tugged on the string and growled against her lips, "Tell me how bad you want it."

    "I want it," she told him breathlessly.

    He drew back and looked down at her. "What is it you want?"

    "You," she answered simply.

    "Be more specific."

    Her brows furrowed.

    He angled his pelvis upwards so she could feel how hard he was.

    She shuddered in response.

    "What is it you want?" he repeated.

    "I want..." She hesitated, lowering her eyes. "I want you inside of me."

    "What a pretty way to say it," he said, sounding amused.

    She looked up at him and he was grinning. She frowned at him. "You're mocking me."

    His grin stretched wider. "A little bit, yeah."

    She tilted her chin up and puffed out her chest. "I want you to fuck me."

    He laughed and ducked his head down until his forehead rested on her shoulder.

    "Seriously? You're going to laugh at me?" she demanded.

    "I'm sorry," he said, lifting his head up. "You don't use the F word often, do you?"

    "No," she admitted. "Only when I'm mad and only when..."

    He lifted an eyebrow. "...And only when you're getting fucked?" he supplied for her.

    Her cheeks reddened. "Exactly."

    He laughed again and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "How is it possible for you to be so damned sexy...and so damned adorable at the same time? How do you manage that?"

    She shrugged. "I don't know."

    He shook his head in wonder. "Tell me again what you want."

    Meeting his gaze head-on and sounding a lot more serious than the first time, she repeated, "I want you to fuck me."

    With one hand, he worked his swimming trunks down. He used that same hand to push aside the flap of her bikini bottoms. All the while, his eyes were on her. His eyes were the color of the darkest, most delectable chocolate.

    She clung to him with her face mere inches away from his as he pushed himself inside of her. She tilted her head back and gasped. This wasn't their first time being intimate together, but she was never ready for the sheer size of him when he entered.

    Water lapped up around them, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. His lips were all over her, and his hands were all over. Certain spots were still tender and he squeezed them just a little too hard, but she didn't care. The pleasure she was feeling far exceeded the small stabs of pain his hands left in their wake.

    His hands lowered to cup her rear end so he could bounce her up and down on him. He sucked on her earlobe and whispered loving things. Then dirty things. Then more loving things. "You are my baby, you know that, right?" he would ask her. Then he told her how tight she was, how wet she was, and remarked on how perfectly he fit inside of her. With his arms tight around her, he would stop thrusting, look at her intensely, and tell her, "You are an angel. You are my beautiful little angel, you know that?"

    The words she screamed and called out were not the least bit angelic."Fuck me just like that, baby," she encouraged him. "Fuck me just like that, papi, oh my God."

    His eyebrows slanted upwards. "Now you sound like you mean it," he said, sounding the slightest bit out of breath. He licked his lips and stared at her hard. "You drive me fucking crazy."

    "You drive me crazy." She lightly dragged her fingernails down his back, her lips curving into a devilish smile. "Now, fuck me harder."

    He didn't have to be told twice.