Roads of hope

Seven

None of these chapters are being reviewed before publishing, so there are some errors that might have occurred while on a writing frenzy. One you will find way too often is the inconsistency in the narration time (sometimes it will say "I did" and sometimes "I do") so please ignore those, because I am aware they're there.
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We continue the night in the club with the others, and called it a night somewhere before 2 in the morning. When we get to the cabin and are heading to our bedrooms, Stephen pulls me aside and whispers, "I want to be with you. Meet me in the pool, naked, as soon as everyone hops into their beds, ok?"
And just with that I get worked up and completely wet. "Uhm sure. I'll see you then." And walk a bit faster and then he softly spanks my ass.

I purposely asked to be the last one in bathroom duties, so I waited for everyone to get ready to bed before going myself. Once in there, I made time removing my makeup and taking my clothes off, to then wrap in a towel. When I made sure no one was awake, I sneaked outside and saw Stephen already in the pool, back to me, doing something in his phone.
"Hey," I whisper, "what are you doing?"
"I was looking for this..." He shows me the phone, which has the cover of a jazz music playlist on it. "I thought it was accurate for tonight..."
"You're right, I like jazz and it's kind of sexy." I say mustering up the courage to remove the towel around me and dip into the pool, just then he hits play and puts the phone on the pool edge, walking slowly to me, until we can't get any closer, then grabs me by both sides of my hip and says to my ear, "you look gorgeous."
That brings a knot to my troat and I have to swallow hard and take a deep breath before saying "but I don't have anything on, not even makeup." He looks at me straight into my eyes and says "exactly my point", and with that closes the distance between our lips and starts kissing me, painfully slow at first, as if savoring every bit of my lips.
🔴 WARNING: explicit sex scenes ahead 🔴

Then he starts pushing me against the closest pool wall, and once there, starts grinding his hardness against me, which I take willingly. His fingers start moving from my thighs to my ass, caressing all around it, and going through the crack, until the stop in the entrance of my pussy. He starts teasing with the wetness around it, and then moves his finger up to my clitoris, touching it and making it harder than it already was. I start moaning as soon as he suddenly entered the whole finger into my pussy, and then grab his penis into my hand and start moving it up and down.

After a while, he stops with his work and sits me up on the edge, which is the height of his chest. I open my eyes and ask him, "what are you doing?"
"I want-scratch that, I need to taste you. Every bit of you." With that, he gently pushes me backwards and ten pulls me just enough so that I'm laying on my back, with my pussy at the reach of his face. He starts entering one finger and caressing my g-spot, while using his tongue on my clitoris. When he notices more juices are coming out, he enters a second finger, then a third, which drives me insane as they all touch as deep as my g-spot. When he feels I'm close to coming, he takes them all out and trade places with his tongue, which feels amazing, his saliva cool against my really hot juices, and that is it for me: with a scream, I come in his mouth and he licks every drop of moist and squirt that comes out of my pussy. Before I have any time to compose myself, he jumps out the pool, reaches to his clothes on the floor and quickly covers his dick in a condom, and in a matter of seconds, enters me and starts a maddening rhythm. After a while he stops, stares at me with a look that I take as admiration, and sits up, then puts me on top, straddling him. We are incredibly close to each other, and he starts moving me up and down to his older rhythm, bringing me as close to his chest, so every time I move up and down, our chests rub against each other. Suddenly he quickens his pace, which gets me to the edge of orgasm, and I hear his moans change, which lets me know he's about to come too. He does and keeps pumping until he sees I come too, and even then, we stay in the same position, with him still inside of me.
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After getting back to ourselves, we dip back into the pool and swim and hang out for a while, talking and kissing every once in a while. We stay there for a couple hours, until we see a glitch of sunshine, which is our cue to leave inconspicuously, so we make out for a while longer, and then each head to our beds.

When I'm finally falling asleep, I get a text from an unknown number:
Unknown - Emerson, it's Stephen. Are you awake?
Me - I am. What's up? How did you get my number?
Stephen - You gave me your business card, remember? I was wondering...are you up to sleeping together? There's an empty room...😏
Me - I can't believe you're actually using emojis, you're almost always so serious 😂
Stephen - That's how I would've looked at you if we were together. Is that a yes?
Me - Well...ok, I'll be there right now.
Stephen - Yes! I thought you'd be more difficult to convince.
Me - I'm exhausted. I'll go and fall asleep as soon as I see the bed.
Stephen - I'm waiting for you...
Me - Oh is that so?
It was so. When I open the door to the bedroom there was Stephen in bed, tucked under the sheets, so I immediately locked the door and went to lay next to him, and then I noticed he was naked, which led me to lift my gaze to the room and saw some clothes on top of a chair in a corner. "Oh you thought you were getting more of this?" I said signaling to my body. "Cute."
"I just want to feel you. Get off those clothes so we're wearing the same."
I did as I was told, and laid next to him and cuddled up to him. I'm usually not a cuddler, but I really wanted to feel his naked body against mine, so we turned to our sides, facing each other, and started kissing. When things turned hotter, we both silently ended it, he laid on his back, brought me to his chest and kissed the top of my head. What a cliché was all I could think of, but it felt so perfect I didn't want to ruin it.
"Goodnight, Emerson" he said with a quick kiss on my lips. "Goodnight, Stephen" I replied, kissing his naked chest.