Bliss.

It's been weeks since Gemma moved in with you at the beach house. Tonight, like most nights, you spend the evenings in the hot tub on the back deck. The hot water swirls around you both, the jets bubbling softly as Gemma lies on your chest. You can feel her heartbeat against your back, steady and strong, her breath warm against your neck. The air is thick with steam and the smell of sex, your skin slick, your muscles loose, and the tension from the carnal pursuits of the last hour melts away with every ripple of water.

Gemma's fingers trace patterns on your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your skin as you cradle her in your arms. Her hand slides lower, dipping beneath the water, her touch firm as she circles your cock. It's already almost hard, responding to her like it always does. She teases you, stroking you gently, swirling her fingers over the tip, her breath quickening as you harden in her grip.

The water sloshes as you slide your hand up to cup her breast, brushing over her nipple with your thumb, feeling it hard beneath your skin. You close your eyes and lean your head back over the edge of the hot tub as she works you slowly, her touch maddening. You can still feel the memory of her transcendent pussy as you fucked her over the side of the tub, the spa jets pulsing around you and the warmth wrapping around you like a cocoon until the two of you came together, almost passing out from the heat.

Every touch, every breath, every second with her is a reminder of why you left it all behind, and why you chose this - chose her. As her fingers tighten around you and her grip firms as she begins to stroke you to another delirious orgasm, you know that this is all just the beginning.

THE END.