"Babe," Harry chuckles, swing your hand lightly as you both hop down the stairs of your shared loft. You were just so adorable in your floaty, but still funny enough for harry to feel the urge to chuckle, "You don't need those."
"...But..I can't swim." you reply, looking back up at him after he slides the glass door open and you both go out into the back yard where the pool awaits.
"I'll protect you," he states, getting infront of you and unbuttoning your life vest, then helping you out of it, just a bit more happy to see those boobs that he loves so much. He helps you out of our floaty. "There," he chuckles, "but if I can't save you in time, you do have THOSE build in floatation devices."
You chuckle with him, then push him slightly," oh shut up. " You edge over to the edge of the pool, looking down at the glistening blue water and smile. Harry stays back to lay both your towels.
But, of course, you're a clutz, so while bending over to touch your fingers to the water, which..is a horrible idea in the first place if you had really thought about it, you loose your balance and tumble down into the deep side of the pool.
As soon as you hit the water you start screaming and beating against it, your head barely above the water as you gasp for air and claw around for your salvation.
It isn't long before you feel harry's arms wrap around you from behind and pull you towards the shallow end of the pool. Its weird but even though you know you'e safe, you can't help but continue clawing and yelling. you only stop when you realise that your feet can touch the ground. You stand and look up at his startled face after calming your breath.
"What happened? " he asks, glancing down at your chest for a second, then back up at your face, blushing.
"i uh.. " you look down and realise you've lost your top in all the hubub.
"Oh.." you look back up at him, then step closer, pressing your lips to his," you know..you've..seen them before..you don't have to be all blushy,"
He nods and pulls you into him, then leans you out of the water, lips never leaving yours.
You both stumble to a pool chair and you find yourself sitting on his lap, grinding down into him as he attacks your chest with his lips. He sucks, leaving tender little red marks, leaving you somewhere between groaning from the pain and moaning from the pleasure. You're not sure what comes out of your mouth (a groan or a moan) but what ever mixture of it has him moaning with you and reaching down to pull it cock out. You quickly untie the sides of your bikini bottom and let them slip off. You position yourself over his cock, about to press down when you feel his hips buckle forward and his dick slam into you. You moan, leaning forward into him as you move yourself down into him and he counters you by thrusting upward.
"Harry, thats..i..r..right there," you let out in pleasure, barely able to get out a coherent sentence.
He keeps pounding up into you even after you've lost the ability to grind back down. You close your eyes, whimpering as you cum for him and holding onto him as you feel him spill into. You stay there for a second, holding onto him, his dick still in you as you both try to calm your heavy breathing.
"That was-" he starts, but you cut him off with "yeah..i know.." You lean in and press your lips into his then nuzzle into his neck affectionately when you finally realise how freaking cold it is out here.
