As the dark of the night fell over the sky, you and Rocky moved closer to each other. You two had spent a better part of the day together in the pool, and the water temperature was dropping as the clock ticked on. You found yourself with your head resting on his shoulder, and you two were swaying gently to the music you had playing. You never thought that slow dancing in the pool was a thing you'd ever do, but there you were, hands on Rocky's firm back, holding him close.
When it became too dark to see his beautiful eyes, you pulled away and took him by the hand. "Let's go lie down," you suggested. He agreed with your notion and followed you out of the pool, wrapping you with a towel once you were standing. You blushed and kissed his cheek, and then pulled the towel closer to you. The crisp night air had a bit of a bite to it, and you could feel the wind hitting your cheeks harshly.
After you were both dried off, he followed you upstairs to your bedroom, where you two cuddled closely under the duvet on your bed. After about ten minutes, you started to shiver again, because you were still in your damp swimsuit, and so was he. "I'm going to change," you mumbled in his ear.
"No, don't leave me," he whined. "I have a better idea."
"What's that?" You raised your eyebrow, chuckling. You had known Rocky for five years, two of which you had been together, and seeing him when he was clingy and needy was probably your favourite part--he was just so damn cute.
"How about... We just take them off?" He asked, toying at the string holding your bikini top up. "I'm sure we could find another way of keeping warm."
"Oh," you realized what he meant, and nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, that sounds like a good plan, baby." Straddling his waist, you pulled him into a deep kiss, and you ran your fingers over his cheek. Your tongues fought for dominance as you played with his hair, and he with yours. Eventually, you gave in and let his tongue explore your mouth, and you pushed your bodies flush against one another.
You ghosted your fingers down his chest and he let out a quiet moan, pulling away from the kiss so he could tip his head back. You kissed his neck, right over his pulse point, and then started using your teeth and tongue in just the right way to create a small lovebite on his neck. He bit his lip when you licked a stripe from his neck to his jaw, and you kissed him again when your lips came close enough. It didn't take much to turn you both on, and soon he was writhing beneath you, begging you to touch him.
"What's the magic word?" You whispered in his ear, and watched as he shivered.
"Please," he whined. "Maura, please... I need you."
You smirked and shimmied his swim trunks off of him, watching as he was exposed. A soft blush crept across your cheeks as you gently wrapped your fingers around his erection, pumping your hand slowly. It wasn't as though you'd never done it--this wasn't your first time with him--but you were still tentative and slow. His moans encouraged you to keep going, and you sped up the pace of your hand over his length.
"Want me to suck you off?" You offered, but he shook his head, declining.
"No," he tangled his hands into your hair. "I want you. All of you." You nodded, understanding, and shrieked when he flipped you over, changing positions so he was on top. He quickly took your bikini top off and threw it to the side. He started licking and sucking and fondling all over your breasts, leaving quite a few red marks in his wake. He pressed his hips into yours, and the only thing keeping him from being inside of you was your bikini bottom. You moaned his name and he sprang into action. "Do you have condoms?"
"Top drawer," you mumbled. You reached to grab one, but he stopped your hand. He stood and opened the drawer for himself, and ripped one off of the links. He tossed it onto the bed, and it just barely missed hitting your arm. He sat between your legs again and started inching your bottom off of you. Impatient, you writhed a little, trying to help him out.
After an excrutiating minute of him slowly removing the swimsuit bottom, he knelt between your legs again. You helped him put the condom on, giving you another excuse to touch him, and then laid back down when he pushed your shoulders gently. His breath hitched and you watched his face as he lined himself up with you. "You want this?" He murmured, playing with your hair.
"Yes," you spread your legs just a tad wider in anticipation. "I need it." He nodded and pressed himself against you, and your eyes fluttered shut. He cupped your cheek and you opened your eyes, making eye contact with him. He pushed himself into you and you let a quiet moan escape your lips as he did.
His hands gripped your waist and squeezed gently, and you groaned when you felt him sheathed fully inside you. He was still for a few moments, letting you adjust. Then, slowly, he started moving his hips.
"Oh, god," you moaned, tipping your head back.
"You like it?"
"Love it." You writhed a bit, arching your back, and he sped his hips up.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He ran his fingers over your stomach and watched in fascination as your abdomen muscles clenched. He started to thrust a bit quicker and you cried out. You didn't exactly need to be quiet-you were home alone. But you still tried. However, your efforts became feeble once he started going harder and faster. The bed was slamming against the wall and he was panting, and he angled his hips differently and hit a sensitive spot inside you, causing you to let out a loud scream.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, stopping his hips.
"No, you idiot, it felt amazing. Oh, god, do it again." He obliged, and then smirked.
You looked into his eyes, and gasped when he put his hand over your mouth. He started slamming his hips into yours, at the aforementioned angle. You were glad his hand was over your mouth, or else you'd've been screaming bloody murder.
It didn't take much of this before you were both on the edge, gasping and whining and panting. You tugged on his hair and arched your back high, letting him give one final thrust before you let go. You cried his name as your orgasm washed over you, your body trembling and eyes rolled back. You could vaguely feel him spilling into the condom, coming undone beneath you, but his pleasure wasn't as intense as yours, and you felt like you were in heaven.
"You're so hot when you cum," he whispered in your ear once you came down from your high. Blushing, you let him pull out of you and discard the condom before snuggling close to you. "Love you," he murmured in your ear.
"I love you too, darling," you whispered, out of breath. "I love you too."
