One to Keep (One to Hold)
on me and into you otherwise.”
    She started to laugh, and I kissed her neck. One hand slid down her flat stomach between her legs, and I lightly massaged her clit. Her head dropped back on my shoulder, and she moaned softly. Leaning forwards, I scooped up her mouth, kissing her, exploring her as I held her firmly against me. I was buried in her, hard and deep, and it felt insanely good. The only way I managed to take it slow was because we’d just been this way.
    The water was still heated from the day, and our bodies slid easily against each other’s. Cupping her breast with my free hand, I rolled one nipple between my fingers, as another sigh escaped her lips. My hand between her legs never stopped working, gently massaging as my hips rocked slowly.
    “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her ear.
    Her face turned, and she said my name, a soft moan I felt all the way to my core. “I’ve never been like this,” she whispered. “Everything in me wants you.”
    I moved us to where I could stand in the pool, holding her against me in the shallower water. My fingers worked her and her body heated in response. She groaned, and my legs went weak at the sound.
    “I want to give you everything.” I whispered before kissing her neck.
    She kissed my cheek, lifting her leg and turning so that once again, we were facing each other. I couldn’t hold back, and my thrusting became more rapid. Her green eyes held mine before wrinkling closed, a line piercing her forehead as she cried out a long “Ooh!”
    Her thighs tightened around my waist, and everything inside her tightened. It was the most amazing sensation, a gripping from base to tip, pulling me into a frenzy. My mouth was against her temple, and I held the side of the pool as I pushed faster. Our bodies were completely entwined, waves splashing over the tiles as we moved. All sounds and motions disappeared, and I only felt her. We rocked, eyes closed and moaning, until she was pushing up against the pool wall. “Oh, god,” she gasped, legs shaking hard.
    She tensed and released, going from tight around me to almost pushing away, but I held her, staying with her until we finished. Until we were both spent, slowly coming down again, the quivers gradually subsiding from her limbs, calm returning.
    I softly traced a line with my lips down her cheek to her jaw. She leaned her head to the side, easing my progress. “Oh my god,” she sighed.
    I smiled in response and kissed her. “Why aren’t you with anyone?” My mouth moved to her jaw.
    “I could say the same to you,” she breathed. Her voice was lazy, happy.
    I kissed her again, and looked at her lovely face. “Not a single man in Wilmington caught you?”
    Her eyes moved away, and she shrugged. “One did.”
    Jealousy blazed in my stomach. Had she loved him? Did she still have feelings for him? “But you’re not together anymore?”
    “No,” she said, hugging me close, and pressing her cheek to mine. “It’s a little embarrassing.”
    My hands slid over the soft skin of her back as I held her, my lips touching her ear as I quietly spoke. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.” She also didn’t have to tell me. But she did.
    “We were together so long… I don’t know why. By the end we were more like siblings than lovers.” Then she turned her face away. “Why am I telling you this? How did we get on this subject?”
    I moved around to kiss her lips. “I asked, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
    Her nose wrinkled in response. It was adorable. “I don’t think you asked for that much information.”
    “I’m glad you trust me that much. And I’m sorry some dickhead didn’t realize how sexy you are.”
    “I honestly thought something was wrong with me.”
    Catching her cheeks, I tilted her face up, covering her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. “There is nothing wrong with you,” I breathed against her lips before kissing her again. “I want you in my bed.”
    Her arms

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