MY BEST FRIEND DAD (2)

CLARA POV

The water moved around us as he pulled me closer, my back pressing harder against the edge of the pool, the cold tiles biting slightly into my heated skin. My breath caught in my throat as my fingers tightened around his shoulders, holding on without thinking. “Fuck… are we really doing this here?” My voice came out uneven, softer than I expected, my chest already rising faster.

“I know you've always wanted me, Clara, so let's not waste time.” His voice dropped, calm but heavy, his hand sliding slowly along my waist like he had all the time in the world. “We almost had this before.” My heart pounded harder at that, my lips parting slightly as I tried to respond, but nothing came out. “Control your voice,” he murmured near my ear, his breath warm, brushing against my skin. “You don’t want to get caught.” A sharp shiver ran through me instantly, my grip tightening.

The water shifted as he stepped fully between my legs, his presence overwhelming, steady, leaving no space between us. My body reacted before my mind could even catch up, my breath hitching as my chest pressed lightly against him. “Fuck… you look beautiful,” he whispered, his hand moving slowly along my side, deliberate, dragging out the reaction from me.

A nervous tremble ran through me, my fingers digging slightly into his shoulders as his touch lingered. “Ah…” A soft sound slipped out before I could stop it, my head tilting back slightly as my eyes fluttered. My body felt too sensitive, every small movement sending something sharp through me.

My hands moved into his hair without thinking, gripping lightly as I pulled him closer. “Oh… fuck…” I breathed, my voice shaking, uneven, barely holding together. He didn’t rush. He moved slowly, controlled, making my body react in waves, tightening, then easing, then tightening again. My hips shifted slightly in the water, sending small ripples outward that hit the sides of the pool.

“Stay like that, Clara,” he murmured.

I tried.

But my body wouldn’t listen.

My legs adjusted around him, trembling slightly as I reacted to every movement, every shift, every second he stayed close. My chest rose faster, my breathing breaking into uneven pulls. “Oh God… I love that…” I whispered, my voice barely steady, my fingers tightening in his hair.

The feeling built deeper, heavier, harder to ignore. “Ah… please…” I breathed softly, my voice breaking as I held onto him tighter, my body already too far gone to pretend I wasn’t affected.

Then suddenly, he pulled me up.

My breath caught sharply as my body lifted, pressing fully against his, every part of me reacting at once.

Our lips crashed together.

Hard.

My hands slid around his neck instantly, holding him there as I kissed him back without hesitation, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The kiss wasn’t soft, it was messy, rushed, like something we had both been holding back for too long. A soft moan slipped from my lips as my body pressed closer, reacting without control.

His grip tightened on my waist, pulling me firmly against him as the water splashed softly around us, breaking the quiet. My body shivered again, my fingers gripping tighter as everything built too fast, too intense.

“Fuck…” I breathed against his lips, my voice uneven.

He didn’t stop.

His hand moved slowly along my side, firm, controlled, dragging reactions out of me with every touch. My head tilted slightly to the side as my breathing broke, my chest pressing harder against him. My body felt too aware, too sensitive, reacting to everything at once.

I couldn’t think anymore.

Only feel.

My fingers tangled deeper in his hair as my body moved instinctively with his, following him without thinking. The water grew louder around us, each movement sending ripples outward, breaking apart and crashing softly against the edge.

My chest rose faster.

My breathing uneven.

“You’re reacting already,” he murmured, his voice low, almost amused.

My lips parted, my breath uneven as I shook my head slightly. “Don’t… tease me…” A quiet sound slipped from me as my back arched slightly against the edge, the water shifting harder with the movement.

He pulled me closer again, leaving no space between us.

“Don’t stop…” I whispered, my voice barely steady, barely holding together.

And he didn't. His hold stayed firm, his movements slow but certain, like he knew exactly what he was doing. My body trembled against him, my breathing uneven as I struggled to stay quiet, my chest rising and falling faster.

My head fell back slightly, my eyes closing as the feeling built higher, tighter, overwhelming everything else.

My grip tightened on him.

My body tensed, then softened.

A broken breath slipped from my lips as I leaned into him, unable to hold back the reaction. My chest rose and fell quickly, my body trembling faintly as the feeling spread through me in waves, slower now but deeper.

He stayed close.

His hand was still firm on my waist, not letting go, keeping me right there with him as both of us slowed, the tension still thick between us, heavy, unspoken.

The water began to settle gradually, the ripples fading into small movements.

But my body didn’t.

My heart was still racing.

My fingers still gripped him lightly, like I didn’t trust myself to let go.

I leaned back against the edge, my breathing uneven, my body still reacting in small, lingering tremors. My eyes drifted upward as I tried to steady myself, but nothing felt steady anymore.

His presence stayed close, his hand still resting on my waist, grounding and dangerous at the same time.

My lips parted slightly as I tried to catch my breath, my chest still rising and falling faster than it should. I could still feel everything, every reaction, every moment still sitting under my skin.

And the worst part, I didn’t regret it.

Not even a little, my fingers loosened slightly on his shoulders, but I didn’t pull away.

Because this wasn’t just about forgetting anymore.

And deep down, i didn’t want it to stop.