Vivian’s POV
He settles between my legs, pushes into me and the re-entry on the hard surface is different. My body absorbs every inch of his thrust and the fullness is brutal and deep.
"f**k, Vivian," he groans, gripping my thigh. "Even after f*****g you, you're still gripping me."
"Because I don't want it to end," I say, wrapping my legs around him. "I don't want to go back to being alone in that house."
He looks at me, and something shifts behind his eyes. Not just lust. Something warmer. He pushes deeper and his forehead drops to mine.
"You're not alone right now," he says softly that makes my heart ache.
He f***s me on the pool tiles in the late afternoon sun. Hard and deep, his hips driving into me with a rhythm that makes the water between us splash with every thrust.
My back
