"what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
your voice comes out positively horrified as you stare down at your boyfriend.
your six foot four, built like a refrigerator, scares grannies in the street with just his face boyfriend - who is currently sprawled out in your bright pink paddling pool in the garden, wearing a pair of black swim trunks that should, frankly, be illegal considering how little they leave to the imagination.
simon just looks at you over the top of his sunglasses.
"it's hot. i'm stayin' cool. relaxin', even." he shoots back, "or i was until you got back an' started squawkin' at me."
you contemplate throwing the cold glass of water your holding over him at the squawking comment. don't. but only because you know he's probably enjoy it considering how bloody hot it is.
"but it's mine." your voice comes out almost pitiful. "you laughed when i bought it."
"yeah, i did." he agrees with a shrug. "but mission parameters change. now it's… tactical."
you open your mouth to retort, but he cuts you off with a smirk. "you look good, by the way love. new bikini? yer tits sit real nice in it."
heat rushes to your cheeks in a way that has nothing to do with the sun.
"i'm getting in." you say stubbornly, "move your oversized arse."
he doesn't move a single inch - instead, as you step into the paddling pool he tugs you down, so you land straddling his hips; collapsing onto his broad chest with a soft "ooft."
one of his hands wraps around your waist to hold you there, the other scoops still cool water from the pool and lets it run down your spine. you shiver at the cold initially, goosebumps peppering your skin - but then you relax, sinking against him, eyes fluttering shut as you finally feel somewhere close to cool for the first time in days.
"better?" he murmurs against the side of your head, almost smug.
"fuck off." you grumble back, but you wriggle against him in contentment anyway. simon laughs - that low, rough sound that's so rare it feels like a gift every time you hear it, one hand coming up to rest at the nape of your neck. "'orrible woman." he mutters, but you can hear the smile in his voice, the fondness creeping through despite the insult.
you wriggle against him again - but it's more purposeful this time, more of a deliberate roll of your hips against his as you raise your eyebrows. "horrible? that's what you call the love of your life? the one woman who'll put up with your arse?"
his eyes go wide as you roll your hips, a groan dying in his throat as he feels himself immediately harden in his swim shorts. "love…" he warns quietly, "we're in the fuckin' garden."
you just grin, rolling your hips down against his again so the thin fabric of your new bikini bottoms drags over the line of his cock. "then you should probably keep quiet, shouldn't you baby?" you murmur back.
simon's grip shifts, reaching down to grab your ass and rock you against him like he can't help himself. "'orrible woman." he repeats, but now? it sounds more like he's trying to convince himself.
you lift yourself just enough to reach between you, tugging down the front of his swim trunks so his cock springs free - thick, heavy, already leaking. you push your bikini bottoms to the side, line him up - but not before teasing his swollen head against your clit a few times.
then groans louder when you actually sink down onto him, before he slaps a hand over his own mouth to muffle it, fully aware of the fact the neighbours windows are open.
"christ yer fuckin' tight." he hisses, head tipping back against the inflated edge of the pool, dark eyes fluttering shut beneath his sunglasses. you brace your hands on his chest for purchase, adjusting so you're on the balls of your feet in the pool; then you start riding him. slow at first, gentle rolls of your hips as simon's hands start to wander - squeezing your tits through your bikini top, pinching your nipples until you moan gently. his lips find your jaw, trail up to your ear, "careful, love. neighbours are goin' to 'ear if you keep ridin' me like that."
you don't stop. don't slow down. just clench down around him and ride him harder. the water in the pool laps at your bodies; cool splashes hitting your skin as you chase the pressure coiling through your gut. simon snakes a hand between your bodies, pads of his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, mean little circles there.
"fuck." you gasp, leaning forward, angling yourself so every bounce means he drags over the most sensitive spots inside you.
he hisses through his teeth, pressure building in his own stomach. "fuckin' go on then. make yerself come in this stupid fuckin' little pool you got so het up about." he mutters, before biting down on the curve of your neck - hard.
the pressure builds, peaks, snaps; you come with a cry that you muffle by sinking your teeth into his shoulder. he follows right after, gripping your ass to hold you flush against him as he floods you; hot pulses that contrast with the cool water surrounding you.
for a long moment you both just lie there, breathing heavily, hearts racing against each others.
simon presses a kiss against your temple. "told you it was tactical, love."
