Love In Rewind by Tali Alexander

lapping very close by. A few seconds later Louis lowered us both into what felt like a huge warm bath. I held him close from the initial unexpected water dip.
    "Can I open my eyes now?"
    "One more minute, baby. Not yet."
    He kept his grip tight on me and walked us in deeper. I was now fully submerged in warm water all the way up to my shoulders.
    "Open!" he commanded.
    I opened my eyes to see us standing in the middle of an Olympic-sized pool. The place looked like a tropical oasis. The ceilings were all concave and covered in iridescent emerald tiles. The tiles merged seamlessly into the pool that filled up the entire floor—wall to wall. The pool smelled of ocean rather than chlorine. There were spots of bubbling jets all around us. I tried to convince my head that this was all real and in the basement of Louis Bruel's house in SoHo. I heard Louis saying something in my ear while holding me flush against him … I tried to clear my head and pay attention.
    "I never asked you if you could swim, so I won't let you go, baby."
    I looked around in utter shock.
    "I can swim, I love to swim," I said as I kissed him, smiling. I was so excited I actually felt like the little girl that Louis kept referring to me as.
    "It's beautiful, Louis. I can't believe you have this hiding down here. What else do you have here? A movie theater, bowling alley, a shooting range, maybe a golf course?"
    Louis laughed, amused by my giddiness. He dipped his head all the way back in the water to wet his thick wavy hair. Then he ran his wet hands on my still dry hair as he said, "I'm happy you like this. I designed this pool myself. I had the mosaic brought in from an amazing little place in Italy. I should take you there—you'd love it. It's a small family owned factory on the outskirts of the city of Torino. They make each tile by hand. If you look at each one, it's a slightly different shade of green, but when they assemble the mosaic it takes on a life of its own. And to answer your question about what else I have: yes to the movie theater, yes to the bowling alley, no to the shooting range and definitely no to golf. I hate golf."
    We swam around enjoying our surroundings. I showed off my diving skills. Louis then pulled me in for a kiss and whispered in my mouth, "After I deflower you and we finally have sex, I want to bring you down here and fuck you in the water. At the other end of the pool there is a beach, like entrance point, where the water is shallow for a few feet. I'm going to lay you down and shove my dick in that tight little pussy and fuck you until you come screaming my name."
    "That promise just made me very wet," I told him in a whisper back into his mouth.
    "I know I can't use my dick to fuck that wet little pussy … yet. So, my fingers will have to do … for now."
    He turned me sideways and lifted my legs to rest on his outstretched arm so I floated in the water in front of him. He let his arms go from under me and I was floating on my own. He nibbled at my lips before he inserted two long fingers deep into my sex roughly without warning. It was a welcomed intrusion but I was startled at how much I loved having him be indelicate and crude with my body. My breasts were floating on top of the water begging to be sucked. Pumping his fingers very slowly in and out of me, he lowered his head and fulfilled my silent wish by sucking at my hard poking nipples.
    "Salty but still sweet," he said with my bud between his teeth. Without stopping his sexual assault he walked us over to the other side of the pool where the water got gradually shallower. With me still in his arms he cradled me closer and positioned me on his lap as he sat down. Louis continued pumping his fingers in and out of me. When he brought his lips to mine and began kissing me he also increased the speed of his finger fucking and added his thumb on my clit to the mix. I was close; I could feel the building deep inside. I started to clench my vaginal walls, and Louis,