44 Chapters About 4 Men - BB Easton Page 0,49

against the cool tiled wall of the pool and filled me with not only his throbbing manhood, but also himself. Every achingly slow withdrawal felt as though it was peeling away another layer of separation between us until we were no longer two people in a pool. We were the pool. We were the unending, undulating sea.

Hans broke our kiss just long enough to whisper into my neck, “I love you.”

Tears pricked my eyes. Sure, Hans had said those three words to me a thousand times before, but I’d never really allowed myself to hear them until then. Until that night I had assumed that I love you was just something cute Hans said to all his girlfriends, and that sooner or later he’d be saying it to someone better. But I saw it in his face in the parking lot. I heard it in his voice. And I could feel it with every thrust of his hips. Hans actually loved me. And I was all in.

I grasped his beautiful face with both hands and urged him to look at me. When he finally complied, tiny white lights from the trees behind me danced across the shiny surface of his eyes, giving me the sense that, through those black holes of eyeliner and dark lashes, I could see directly into the heavens.

I smoothed the worried V between his brows with one thumb and whispered back, never breaking eye contact, “I. Love. You.”

Hans tightened his grip on my ass and buried himself into me as far as he could go, pressing his forehead into mine. “I love you.”

Hans’s words were more forceful, insistent, and resolute than before. They echoed through me, bouncing into and out of all the hollow places they’d never managed to reach before, leaving a satisfying vibration in their wake.

After a moment of reverie, Hans slowly withdrew and then plunged into me harder than before. I moaned unintentionally into his mouth.

Shit!

If he kept that up, I was going to wake up the homeowners and their ravenous pet cobras for sure. Hans’s next thrust was harder still.

Ugh!

I bit my lip to keep from groaning with pleasure as I grabbed a handful of his messy black hair and hissed into his mouth, “I love you.”

My sentiment was immediately rewarded with a pounding so forceful that water sloshed over the edge of the pool.

Kissing me just below my ear, Hans growled as he ground his hips into mine, “I love you.”

Abruptly, Hans tightened the grip he had on my ass and stood upright, exposing both of our naked torsos to the warm night air. I reached behind me and propped myself up with my arms on the ledge of the pool, baring my breasts to the bad boy before me but baring my soul to the sensitive artist within. Hans responded to my submission by taking my left nipple ring between his teeth and thrusting fully into me just as he bit down.

Fire.

I might have been submerged in water, but my loins and heart and lungs were ablaze with pleasure. I could only writhe and hump and moan, “I love you. I love you. I love you,” with every thrust.

I arched my back and squeezed the head of Hans’s cock with my vaginal muscles. He grunted in response and slammed himself into my tightened pussy again.

Hans withdrew and attacked, harder and faster, until the once mirrorlike body of water around us had become an uncontainable riptide of waves and lust spilling over the edges of the pool and crisscrossing through the cracks between the surrounding terra-cotta tiles.

With my right nipple between his teeth, Hans wickedly flicked his tongue across the sensitive pierced flesh until my eyes rolled back and my core contracted and my body erupted into a volcano of seminal fluids and whimpers and curse words and tears.

Hans quickly slid two wet fingertips into my mouth to silence me and growled, “God, I fucking love you,” into my neck as he poured the rest of himself into me.

We stood there in the water, eye makeup running down both of our faces, slumped over one another, panting in a tangle of postcoital bliss until our brains were able to acknowledge and process outside information again.

How long? Who knows? Time doesn’t exist in heaven.

But I do know that when I finally looked up at the house, something was different.

“Um, Hans? Was that light on before?”

“What light?” Hans’s head snapped around, and the look that flashed across his face as soon as he