Micah
Ipull Daphne into the pool house behind me, and shut the door. The faint sounds of the party can still be heard going on outside and, through the windows, the fire flickers in the pit where our friends roast their marshmallows.
Turning around, I take one of Daphne’s hands in each of mine, backing into the spacious living area.
She wets her lip as she looks around. “I’ve never been in here before.”
I glance around, trying to see it through her eyes. Plush leather couch, thick carpeting, actual artwork on the walls, huge windows. It looks more like a fancy guest house than a pool house used for changing in and out of swimsuits.
We stop in front of the couch. “It’s a pretty ridiculous pool house.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I didn’t want to say anything. But, yeah.”
“So, why are we in here?”
“I wanted to make sure you’re really okay. Does it feel weird not going back to your parents’ house?”
I shrug. “A little. But I have good friends and an even better girlfriend. I’ll be okay.” I pull her against me and put my face in her hair. “You heal all my hurts, Daphne.”
She edges back, gazing deeply into my eyes. She places her hand on my cheek and her voice hitches a little when she says, “Micah, you’ll always be my hero.”
Skimming my lips up the side of her neck, I nibble on her ear.
Daphne melts in my arms, the way she always has—the way I hope she always will—and I surrender to how good it feels to hold her. We sink together onto the couch, kissing and touching. My cock presses painfully against the inside of my zipper. “I need to be inside you.”
Her chest rises and falls with ragged breaths. “Really? Right here?” She stands up for a second, watching as I undo my jeans and free my cock.
“Hell, yes.” I pull a condom from my pocket and hold it up with a smile.
“Micah, you’ve definitely corrupted me.” Daphne giggles as she eases her jeans and panties down her legs.
I roll the condom on at lightning speed and grab her, tossing her down on the soft leather cushions.
We waste no time. My cock is inside her sweet pussy within a second. It’s like fucking magic. She’s all my best dreams rolled into one smarter-than-hell, hot little package.
Daphne wraps her body around mine, meeting each of my thrusts eagerly. I kiss this girl—my girl—like the world is ending. Like it’s just her and me and this final moment together. My hands find hers, and I hold them up over her head as I take her hard and fast.
Breathless moans fill the room, and I half wonder if they can hear us outside. Then figure I don’t give a flying fuck as Daphne cries out. “Micah … Micah, I’m coming.”
“That’s it, baby.” My cock shuttles in and out of her at lightning speed. My orgasm rips down my spine like a freight train out of control. My body jerks, then I’m spilling inside of her.
A minute later, after I’ve gotten up and disposed of the condom, I glance out the window as I’m pulling my pants back up. Everyone is still talking and laughing out there. Relieved that we snuck one in, I drop onto the couch. I watch as Daphne pulls her clothing back up her legs before I beckon her to join me with both hands.
She straddles my hips, wrapping her arms around me. She sighs contentedly against my chest.
“Hey, Daph?”
“Yeah,” she mumbles, getting comfortable.
“I’m kinda pissed at you.”
She rears back, curiously looking into my eyes. “What? Why?”
“You were supposed to let me tell you I love you first.”
Her lips twist into a grin, and she pats my chest. “Oh. Sorry about that.”
I eye her and nod. “Hmm. How about a bet?” We started with experiments and bets, so now I’m bringing it back full circle, only with trust and love thrown in this time around.