Eleni

When Dante parks the car in the driveway of the house that changed my mind, which I now haven't seen in over a month, something in my ribcage snaps. "I'm tired," I say.

He nods.

"I'm tired of being tired." I put my hand on his cheek.

With a sigh, Dante nods again.

"I'm twenty-four." My voice shakes. "You're thirty-three."

He laughs bitterly. "Who would believe that?"

"No one." I unbuckle my seatbelt. "And I'm tired of that too."

That seems to catch his attention. He looks me over, trying to figure out what's going on.

"Let's just be young tonight." I smile. "Let's...let's streak through the neighborhood."

"I don't know that I'm willing to share like that." He chuckles. "But I don't think you've ever been in my pool."

My smile starts to grow. "Too busy all summer. But I don't have a swimsuit on."

He unfastens the button holding the front of my jacket together. "Who says you need one?"

The blazer falls open, displaying the modest black blouse underneath. I loosen his tie.

"I thought you didn't want to share."

"It's not that far to the backyard." He presses his lips to my neck, and the rest of the world fades away.

It's a good thing I can take his clothes off with my eyes closed at this point. He keeps my head bent back, sucking bruise after bruise into the tender skin of my neck, as we strip each other. The car AC makes my skin pimple with goosebumps, so I press myself closer to him, soaking up the warmth of his body. His chest hair scrapes over my nipples. I gasp as one bruise stings sharply.

"You...you usually don't mark me where people can see," I stutter.

"We're young, and our life is simple." He smiles against my skin. "What do I care?"

I laugh and struggle to pull his pants and underwear down between the seat and the wheel. With a few bumps and curses, we're naked, our clothes scattered over his car. I squeeze his hand.

"Race you?"novelbin

He laughs. "Good luck, pet."

My body flushes as I wrench back from him, open the door, and sprint into the warm summer rain before he can finish making fun of me. Sloshing and an echoing slam promise he's right behind me. My breasts bounce freely against my chest. His legs are so much longer than mine. I don't stand a chance, and I don't care.

I reach the gate to the pool a second after him, but he just wraps me in his arms and presses me against the metal. It's cool, the only thing keeping me from burning out of control between the rain and his body. He kisses me like the world is ending, like we'll never get another chance, and I press up into him. When he bites my lip, I bite his. When he sucks my tongue into his mouth, I do the same. He groans, and with a little metallic fumbling, opens the pool gate. I don't move. Dante smiles, cups my ass, and lifts me off the ground.

I wrap my legs around his waist and grind onto his stomach as he carries me inexorably toward the pool. The slosh of grass and mud turns into the slap of wet feet on concrete. Then, without releasing my mouth, he jumps, and we are airborne. The splash is tremendous. I separate from him as the warm water envelops me, laughing in great bubbles of sound. All my aches fade as gravity lessens, and I feel immortal.

I surface to find Dante staring at me from the shallow end, the water barely lapping at the top of his cock. I paddle to stay afloat.

"Catch me if you can!" I smile and duck below the water again.

I learned to swim in the YMCA pool around the corner, swimming laps with a not-very-patient college student. I used to go there to relax in the summer, early in the morning or late at night when it wasn't too crowded. Here, I have the advantage. I hover in the water, waiting to feel the vibrations of his movement.

There. I dart through the water then catch him around the waist. We both surface, spluttering.

"I thought I was catching you," he said.

"I know." I kiss him, savoring the taste of chlorine and rain.

He kicks us slowly backward through the water until at least he can stand. I paddle, a little breathless, and he hooks my legs around his waist once more. That's not fair. I want him as much as I want to make him play. I grind against him, frictionless.

"Are you going to make me catch you again?" he murmurs.

"Forever," I reply.

There's a heartbeat where I could stay, could reposition his cock to fuck myself on it and let this end. But I want the endless summer I can taste on his lips for just a few moments longer. I release him and jet away toward a current of warmer water I think promises the attached hot tub. Even underwater, I can hear him laugh and call me a brat.

Warmer, warmer, hot. I surface and find myself surrounded by low, stone seats and bubbling water. Dante catches up a moment later.

"Pregnant women can't use hot tubs." He grasps my waist and lifts me out of the water to sit me on the side.

I pout. "No fun."

Dante raises an eyebrow, then pushes my legs apart and dives between them. I gasp and latch a hand in his wet hair. His tongue paints pictures on my pussy, teasing my clit, delving inside me for only a second at a time. I rock against his face until he puts a finger inside and turns his mouth's attention to my thighs, leaving another string of bruises along either side.

"Fuck me," I gasp.

"Say it louder." He fits another finger inside me. A pleasant stretch, but far short of what I need.

"Fuck me, sir," I moan.

A third finger. "Louder. Say my name."

"Dante!" I roll my hips, trying to draw him closer. "Fuck me, please."

He hums. "A little more, I think."

I grab at my breasts, pinch my own nipples, make a spectacle of myself. "Oh, fuck, Dante, I need your cock inside me."

"Good, pet." He raises out of the water and thrusts inside me in one smooth motion.

I nearly scream. Dante keeps moving, lifting me off the side of the pool, dropping me onto his cock as he walks. I abandon one of my breasts to lock an arm around his neck, holding on though I know he won't drop me. My orgasm builds, sloppy and desperate.

A blast of cold air hits my back. Dante opened the sliding glass door and carried me inside. As my moans grow in pitch, he continues through the living room, both of us dripping wet, and up the stairs. Finally, he lays me down in bed, our bed, and begins slamming his cock into me. My screams peak, and pleasure explodes through me.

When I start to come back down, he is softening inside me, but he hasn't left.

"I don't think you should've run away from me, pet," he says with a small smile. "What do you think?"

I grin. "I think I don't know what you're talking about, sir."