We drive up through the gates. The driveway is long but the sun light hits the canopy of trees above. The light disperses into a soft glow that shines in through the windows. Like I said before, a beautiful day. The pebbles below the car crush as we stop outside the front of the log home. It is massive, like a mansion. It has windows that stretch from the ground floor up to the first floor. I glare up at it in awe.

Eric gets our bags out the car. He has a smirk on his face when he sees mine. "Lovely isn't it?"

"Amazing" I breath.

Eric opens the front door and I walk in. We are straight in the lounge. The wood a warm pine and one wall stones with a fireplace in the middle. The furniture looks expensive, real expensive. There is a spiral stair case in the back centre that leads up to a balcony over the lounge. To my left is the kitchen, the size of my apartment.

"Shall we go upstairs?" Eric asks me.

"We had sex in the car on the way" I giggle.

"Yeah, I meant to see the views" he chuckles back. I follow him up the stair case. I can see the miles of covered driveway through the massive window in the front.

I follow him into the room that's the same size as all the rest of them; bigger than my apartment. He throws the bags on the small sofa at the end of the king size bed and walks out onto the balcony. I follow. Eric's muscular arms rest on the wooden railings as he looks out over the garden. The birds tweet and the sun rays warm my skin.

"You didn't tell me there was a pool!" I bit my lip with excitement. "I didn't bring a costume."

"That's the point" a sly smirk appeared on Eric's face. I run down the stairs that go from the balcony into the back garden.

"Come on then" I wipe of my top and shorts so I am just in my underwear. I run and jump into the pool, a splash of water over comes me. I squeal with delight.

"You're crazy" Eric laughs as he walks down to the pool.

"You know it baby" I splash him with water, drenching his clothes.

"Oh you're going to pay for that" he taught as he strips down to his boxers and jumps in next to me.

I try swimming out of his reach but he grabs my waist from behind and pulls me into him, the water moving either side of me. I sequel again.

Eric kisses my neck sensually. "Eric" I try splashing him but instead the water gets my hair. Eric lets go of my waist and I swim around to face him. I kiss his lips and wrap my legs around him in the water.

"Ever had sex in a swimming pool?" Eric whispered in my ear. I shook my head and bit my lip. "Want to?"

I slipped my pants off and they floated past him in the water. "Guess you do" he chuckled. He slipped his off and pushed me to the edge of the pool. The water pushing past our bodies. The wet tiles were cool against my back. Mine and Eric's lips met violently as he pushed into me. The pressure of the water made it feel like never before. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. With each thrust the water sloshed against our skin making the intensity greater. I moaned into his mouth, the sensation of climax returning. His cock pushed into me and out against, faster and faster. "Harder" I whispered into his ear. He groaned at my suggestion and thrusted harder and better, even though he was perfect before. "Eric" my voice breaking with the new pleasure.

"Tris" he groaned into my mouth. He grunt as he came, and said my name. He thrusted a couple more times and his name tore from my throat.

The peach walls glowed against the white cabinets in the kitchen. The sun still glowing through the windows all around me. The glitter in the white marble tops sparkled. I looked in the massive glass fridge. The array of colourful vegetables dazzling in front of me. I opened the door and got out some ingredients.

"What are you doing?" Eric came in behind me, his hair still dampish from the pool.

"We never have actually ate together. So I'm making dinner" I smile softly to him.

"Umm" he purrs and places his hands on my waist. "What are you making?"

"Charred lemon chicken with rice" I began chopping the leeks for the chicken. The oven whirred away to the side.

"Sounds amazing, although I'd rather eat you" Eric sucked on where the faint remainder of his bite mark was.

"You can help by chopping the herbs" I handed him a knife.

"Fine" he grunted and took the knife. He stood next to me as we chopped almost in sync. This scene made my smile grow. No, I can't. I shake off those feelings that were creeping in slightly.

Dinner was cooked in a flash. I plated up and we sat at the glass table. Eric poured us a glass of white wine each. The last time I had wine we had a, sort of argument. Well this time I hoped we wouldn't because I didn't have a clue where in Chicago we are now.

"Beautiful" Eric let out a satisfactory moan when he swallowed his first bite.

"You did help" I giggled. He was right the meal was heavenly.

"Congrates to me then."

"So what do you want to do after dinner?" I asked him.

"Whatever you want" Eric took a sip of the wine.

"How about a game of chess. I saw it earlier in the bedroom."

"Chess? Didn't know you were into that sort of thing."

"Oh yeah" I took another bite. "I am a master at chess and I'll beat your ass" I teased him.

"Really?" Eric narrowed his eyes playfully. "We could make it real interesting."

"Oh yeah?"

"Make it strip chess."

"How do you propose we play that?" I giggled at the idea.

"Every time one of us takes the others piece we strip." His smirk grew bigger with every word.

"I'm still going to beat your ass."

"You're on. Stiff" Eric laughed.