“I’m clean,” he about burst out. “I’ve never… I’ve always worn…” He sighed and noticed her smile grow.
“Damion. I trust you. I would really like to feel you against me. In me.” She pulled him back to her.
He didn’t need any further encouragement. It was as if after getting the go-ahead, his dick took complete control of his mind and body. He’d never felt anything more powerful or more intimate in his life.
“Are you okay?” he asked after he felt her tighten around him with her release, which had caused his own release to follow.
“I’m better than okay,” she said with a chuckle. “We’re going to have to do that again tomorrow, when I have more energy.” She took his hand and started floating in the water in front of him. “Float with me for a while. Gosh, look at all the stars.”
He leaned back and happily floated next to her and looked up at the stars, while they were both completely naked.
They skipped on the s’mores that night, and headed back up the stairs and inside, where they fell into bed and went straight to sleep. They had stayed out in the pool almost half of the night, talking about their future. About his plans for his house. About her family.
He wanted to take her mind off her dad, but he knew that most of the worry was from not talking about it. So he listened to her. Listened to all her fears and worries about what would happen to her mother if her dad couldn’t be there for her.
Which made him think of his own parents. Both he and Jules were only children. Which meant when their parents grew older and became unable to care for themselves, that responsibility fell on them.
He knew he was years away from that happening to his parents, but still, accidents or diseases happened. He supposed he’d never thought about it before.
The following day they went on a short bike ride. Since the main road didn’t have sidewalks, they had to ride on the side of the road. The traffic to the state park was light for a while, but shortly before noon, it picked up and they headed back to the house for another swim.
“I can’t believe we leave tomorrow,” she said, adjusting her big straw hat. “It’s been a dream being here.”
“You’ll just have to come back with me next time,” he said easily.
“I’d like that.” She looked at him from under the brim of her hat. “I think your nose is getting sun burned.” She reached over and touched the tip of his nose.
“Yeah, I should’ve put something on it.” He leaned back. “I have a couple places on me that my dad says come from his side of the family. My nose is one of them.” He smiled.
“What are the other parts?”
His mischievous smile grew, and she slugged his arm playfully. “I like your dad. He’s funny. I’ve always been wary of military types. You know, the grouchy general types. Your dad is nothing like that.”
“No, he isn’t. At least not to people he likes. I’ve seen him pull off the grouchy general type to some. It’s not a pretty picture.”
“Why didn’t you go into the military?” she asked. “Don’t most military brats follow in their parents’ footsteps?”
“For as long as I could remember, I knew I wanted to sail.” He glanced off to the water. There were dark clouds in the distance, and he knew that tonight they were due for some rain. But by the morning, they’d have clear sailing back home. “The military would have just prevented me from my dreams.”
“You really lucked out working at the camp, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, if this hadn’t come along, I’d be doing charters in Destin.” He shrugged. “I did that most of my summers through high school.”
“You did?” She sounded excited.
“Yeah. Not on my own boats, but still, I was on the water. I earned enough money the three summers I did that to buy theWind Chaser.” He motioned to his sailboat.
“I wondered how you could afford such a big boat,” she said. “I’m still making car payments on my secondhand car.” She rolled her eyes.
“Tips help,” he explained. “You probably don’t get a lot of those sitting behind the counter every day.”
“My pay rate is higher to compensate for it, but still, it’s why I work dinners or other events every now and then, when I really want to save money for something.”
“I could teach you to work the sunset sails with me. I only go out twice a week,” he suggested, wanting to have her along so he could spend more time with her. “It’s basically doing what you do for dinner. Serving drinks.” He shrugged.
“I’m not sure how good my sea legs are. I’d probably spill drinks over everyone. But I’ll give it a try. How much do you usually make on tips?”
“A couple hundred each trip.”