Forty one: Saint

We moved backwards a bit and my back hit the inside of the pool's deck. I still had my arms around his neck as he grabbed both my thighs and raised them upwards and beside him to hug his waist. He supported me by holding me up with his hands under my ass.

It was the first time I was holding him this way and it made me a little too excited.

"Am I finally allowed to touch you?" I asked, opening my eyes to look into his.

"Sweetheart, you're doing so already aren't you?" He asked back.

I smiled at that and at the pet name he had called me. I couldn't lie I loved whenever he called me pet names, it made me feel like I meant something to him, even though I knew I probably did not but it still gave me a little sense of hope.

"I can't fucking get enough of you." He moaned as he pulled me to himself and started planting kisses on my neck, chest and breast.

"Me neither."

I ran my hand through his hair gently as I found his mouth kissing him once more, feeling the soft texture of his hair.