Page 74 of Rum Sips and Salty Lips

The pool isn’t deep, but he carries us to the deepest part so I’m dependent on him. I loved him holding me like this when our friends were around and we weren’t supposed to cling to each other.

His fingers trace the edge of my bikini bottom, and he’ll find me wet for him. Fuck, I’ve been ready for him since he walked into my yoga studio. We don’t need much foreplay. We don’t have time. As the sun sets, I want him here and now.

His head is in the same place as mine. “I have a condom in my shirt pocket,” he says.

I don’t want to leave the water yet. “Wait, I…um…I have an IUD and I got checked a few months ago and I’m healthy. You said you are too, so I’m fine to skip, if I’m the only person you’re sleeping with.”

He smiles and brushes my hair behind my ear like he always does. “Yes, you’re the only person I’m sleeping with. I better be the only person you’re sleeping with.”

“Of course.” I laugh. I want to play it off like it’s a time thing—why would I sleep with someone else when I have a perfectly hotsailor next door? But I can’t imagine anyone else. “You’ll tell me if it changes?”

He nods and kisses me. It’s not a request for fidelity, it’s a request for honesty. I can always count on him for that.

He removes my bikini bottom and I reach for the tie on his swim trunks and we both grab his cock.

He presses fully into me and fuck he feels so good as he kisses down my neck. I’m so close to him, and it’s not the lack of a condom. It’s him in my space and he’s somehow invaded so many aspects of my life and I want him to stay.

He walks me to the side of the pool so we have something to move against. He sets me on the step at the edge. It’s high enough in the water for leverage but we’re both under the surface. I hear the waves from where we are, but I can’t see the beach. I’m safe in this tiny cocoon we’ve made.

I don’t try to flip him or taunt him or find some other game to play. I’m here, moving with him and loving the way he gently whispers my name into my neck. I may be hidden from the world, but I’m never hidden from him.

I let my orgasm build the way it only ever does with him.

We come together as we so frequently do, and I’m left panting into his chest.

I brace myself for him to say something dismissive. Something that reminds me this is only for fun and it’s convenient for both of us to skip condoms because it’s one less step and this doesn’t mean anything to him.

Instead, he kisses my temple.

“How much time do you think we have left on the timer?” he asks.

“Not much,” I say.

“See, I told you it was long enough.”

“Bragging about how fast you are isn’t the flex you think it is.” I can’t keep from smiling.

He responds by flexing his abs and his still-hard cock moves inside me. I gasp in pleasure. “It doesn’t matter how long I last as long as you come,” he says.

“Quite the gamble then since we came at the same time.”

He looks me deep in the eyes in the fading light. “We’ve done this enough. I know how you feel when you’re close.”

I bite my lip. “I should check on the chicken.”

“Stay here. I’ll grab you a towel and check it while you clean up.” He pulls out of me and tucks himself back into his swim trunks. He hops out of the pool and grabs us both towels from the basket on the porch. He tosses me one, and I rush inside to clean myself up.

When I’m back outside, he’s at the grill, poking the chicken with a meat thermometer.

“Should be ready in about a minute,” he says. I stand next to him to verify, and he takes it as an invitation to kiss me. “You can trust me to not burn dinner.” He speaks into my lips.

I want to be annoyed that he knows exactly what I’m doing, annoyed he knows my body so well. But I want this. I do. I want to have dinner with him and cuddle on the couch and I want to fall asleep with him.

But this won’t last. Relationships never do, even when I try.

He’ll walk away with a vital part of me and I’ll be left with nothing but memories of the way he feels. I want to pick a fight and make this night something less. I’m sure I could say something to push him so far away he’ll leave before we even finish eating.

But I don’t, because I want this one perfect evening. One great memory to hold on to.

---