Quincy

The guards look the other way when we walk through the lobby, hand in hand. Not obvious at all. But hey, I said I didn’t care, and so I can’t start worrying now. Unless these guys are new, they’ve probably seen everything possible anyway.

At least Cohen had the foresight to drape his tux jacket over my bikini clad body before we left my apartment. I’m glad one of us has retained some working brain cells.

“I forgot to ask you which pool you wanted, so I had her turn the cameras on all the pools off.”

“Was she shocked?”

“Not a bit.”

“Damn. That means we’re not the first, but I think we’ll be the first for what I have in mind.”

“I can’t find it in me to be nervous with you.”

“Good, because you shouldn’t be.”

I replay his words as he leads me past the regular pools and over to the kids play area. “This seems wrong.”

“It’s going to feel very right in a moment,” he tells me, reaching inside the jacket to pull on the strings of my bikini bottoms.

They fall to the ground, and then he’s positioning me with my legs spread open. The ground is wet, but I can’t see anything. He walks away, and I’m even more confused. Why aren’t we in a pool?

And then it happens. Water shoots from the ground straight into my vagina. It lasts for a few seconds, and then it’s gone. Wow.

“Did I position you right?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect,” he says, dropping to his knees in front of me.

His mouth is sucking on my clit the next time the water comes. I almost come along with it.

“This. It’s so good.”

“Yes, you are.”

Hot damn. In between the spurts of water, his fingers play inside of me, getting me ready. I’m definitely ready. When the water shoots into me, he eats me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, and I have to bite my lip to stifle my scream. I come so hard and long the water hits me again, prolonging my pleasure.

“Oh my God. You are a sexual genius, Cohen Covington.”

“Water genius is more like it.”

“I’m going with both.”

“Even better.”

He shuts off the water feature, picks up my bikini bottoms, and swoops me into his arms. “You shouldn’t be carrying me on a wet surface.”

“Shut off the doctor brain until after I blow your mind again, Quince.”

He’s right. I know he’s right.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Are you going to take off the rest of your clothes soon?”

“Maybe.”

“Infuriating.”

“Sexiest man you’ve ever met. Remember that.”

“Why would I forget?” I ask and then we’re in front of the steps for the medium diving board—or platform.

“I want you on the platform. Honestly, I want you up on the ten meter with me, but I’m not sure you trust me enough for that yet.”

My heart is racing in my chest, but I know I need to face my fear. “I trust you.”

“You’re sure.”

“Yes.”

“Okay. The platform is a little over six feet wide,” he says, reaching into his jacket and untying my top so it falls to the ground. Then, he drapes a towel over my shoulders. “I want you to go up first and lie down somewhere in the middle. Use my jacket and this towel to lie on so your back isn’t rubbed raw.”

“You just want to watch my ass as I climb.”

“That too, but I think you’ll be more comfortable on the bottom this time.”

“You’re the expert.”

He grabs my arm as I start to walk away. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Really?”

“I wasn’t taking some woman up there when I was under the influence of something. Before that, I was too focused on my sport to risk some girl getting freaked out and injuring both of us.”

“I won’t do that.”

“I know. It means a lot to me that you’re up for this.”

“It means even more to me that you’re asking.”

I pull her to me for a kiss. “I’ll be up in a minute or two.”

“Okay.”

I’m not exactly scared of heights, but I’m also not totally comfortable with them. I carefully take every step up the ten meters to the top. The board looks small, but I know it’s not. I won’t lie and say I don’t shake a little as I make a place for myself to lie down on. Once I’m on my back with my knees bent, I start to breathe normally again. I look at the stars and wait for my man to join me.

* * *

Cohen

I’ve climbed the platform stairs a million times—I’ve even been naked before—but there was never anything so good waiting for me at the top. I have to grip the rails tight so I don’t fall when I see Quincy lying there with her legs open, waiting for me.

Closing my eyes, I pull myself up and stare down at her. “You’re so sexy and beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“It’s high, but yes. I trust you.”

“And I trust you.”

I drop to my knees first, moving slowly between her legs. The platform is wide enough for both of us, but it doesn’t feel so big right now. It has to feel even smaller to her, since she’s not used to being up here.

“Come here, C. Make love to me.”

Trust her to know I’m thinking too hard. “You’re my fantasy come to life. In every way.”

I say the words as I thrust into her, taking her mouth with mine as her pussy takes my cock. Her legs wrap around me, and I love it. I love her.

We don’t stop kissing as we make love. There’s no dirty talk or urgency to being together like there usually is. We have a rhythm going that’s getting us both where we need to be and that’s enough. More than enough.

“I didn’t think I would like going slow with you, because you’re right, I’m greedy. But, I love this.”

“Me too. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“So are you.”

We move in unison for several more minutes, enjoying each other as we kiss and whisper to each other. We promise each other things I know we’ll follow through on. Sexy things and love things. All the things.

Thrusting in and out of her with nothing but the stars around us is amazing. I knew it would be, combining the woman I love with the place I used to call home. Our little family of four is my home now, but part of my heart with always belong to the platform. A tiny piece I’ll never let go.

I hold back as I feel her getting closer, assuring we come together, catching each other’s screams in our mouths. It’s really is perfect, just like Quincy. Just like we are together.

“Hi,” I say once I can speak again.

“Hi.”

“We didn’t talk about getting down.”

“I assumed we were going to jump into the water. You said you love it.”

“I do, but I wasn’t sure if you were up for it.”

“I’m sure as hell not walking down those stairs.”

“You get used to the stairs.”

“For this? I’ll gladly climb up again. Not climbing down ever.”

“I can jump with you, but we’ll have to stay close if you want to hold hands. Otherwise it’s going to hurt when our arms hit the water.”

“Where else would I be but right next to you?”

“Nowhere. There’s another option for jumping.”

“Okay.”

“You didn’t even ask what it was.”

“I trust you, and this is your fantasy.”

“Believe me, the reality was way better than the fantasy.”

“I’m glad. Now, how are we getting down?”

“With our arms wrapped around each other.”

“Can we do that?”

“I’ve never tried, but if we’re careful, we can do it.”

“Let’s do it.”

I help her to her feet before tossing the jacket and towel over the side of the platform. Leading her to the edge, I place my back to the water, and line her up in front of me.

“Put your arms around my neck. We’re going to do two little jumps to get in rhythm and then I’ll push us off. Hold as tight to me as you can so I can take us straight down.”

She swallows hard, but nods. “Okay.”

Once her arms are around my neck and mine are around her waist holding her tight, I jump. She’s a little late, but matches me the second time.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

I bend my knees and jump, pulling us back enough so she’ll clear the board. She doesn’t scream, although she looks like she wants to. It may have something to do with her being naked, and not wanting to have the guards running out here. Or because she doesn’t want to be embarrassed by it later. Either way, I’m impressed. I wait until we break the surface to kiss her again.

“You did great.”

“That was so much fun. Can we do it again?”

“Not tonight, because while my stamina is pretty good, I’m not sure I’m up for a climb, a jump, and making love.”

“I was just talking about jumping again, but count me in for the making love part again too.”

“You liked jumping? I thought you were going to scream.”

“If I wasn’t naked I would’ve. Doesn’t mean I didn’t like it. I scream when you give me those 10 out of 10 orgasms.”

“True, and thanks for the perfect scores.”

“Always.”