Late Night Pool? HOW?

I honestly didn’t expect that hotel fuck got hot fast, but there we were, fully naked in the shallow end at 12:47 AM, and I still can’t explain how we ended up there. The pool lights were off, but the security lamp by the cabanas cast this weird yellow glow across the water, and every ripple looked like liquid gold. She was pressed against the tile edge, gasping a little each time I pulled her closer, and the chlorine smell mixed with her skin made my head spin. I remember the cold cement on my knees, the slap of wet hair against my shoulder, and how her breathing went ragged when I lifted her legs around my waist. The only sounds were splashes, a distant highway hum, and her breathy moans echoing off the pavilion roof. The late-night chill kept raising goosebumps on our arms, but the water locked in the heat. When we finally stumbled out, shivering and grinning, we had this silence between us that said we’d do it again tomorrow.