"You used to call everyone dude."
I squeal. "Ethan! Those are secrets. People won't think I'm cool anymore."
He laughs. "I'm sure you can convince me."
"Can I?"
He nods and splashes me.
I splash back. "You're going down."
"That can be arranged."
God, I want that to be arranged. But I'm taking this slow. I move to the shallow end to do a few handstands and cartwheels. Ethan leans against the edge of the pool, watching me with delight in his eyes.
Then he's joining me, copying my moves. He catches on quickly.
We swim around, laughing and splashing, until I'm too cold to keep swimming. I pull my arms over my chest and rub my triceps
"Come here. I'll keep you warm," he says.
No thinking here. I nod.
He moves closer. Then his body is against mine, his arms are around my waist, his breath is on my neck. "You look fucking amazing, Vi."
My chest flushes. I'm warm and cold at the same time. "You look amazing too."
"God, last night… I wanted you so bad. Almost dragged you back to the couch."
I press my forehead to his chin. "What stopped you?"
"I don't want to scare you away." He slides his hands to my ass. "Tell me you want to fuck me."
"Here?"
"Anywhere."
"I do." I drag my fingertips over his side. He's wet and slippery but he's still so damn warm. "But… I… you destroyed me, Ethan. I don't want my heart broken again."
"Me either." He presses his palm into my ass and pulls my body against his.
He's hard.
"I want to fuck you, Vi. I want to bury my cock in you." His voice gets low, needy. "But I want you to come on my hands more."
"Ethan…"
"Tell me you want me to get you off."
I shudder as his lips brush my neck.
I look into his eyes, trying to find his intention. I haven't got a clue. The only thing I see is desire.
"What does it mean?" I ask.
"Been trying to take this slow, but I want you too badly for that." He presses his forehead to mine. "It means I want to feel you come."
"But after that?"