Page 14 of Spring Break With A Gold Medalist

After a night of love and conversation we make a simple breakfast together. Phil shoves his scrambled eggs around his plate until I cover his hand with mine. “What’s wrong?”

He sets down the fork. “Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that. I know when a guy plays with his food, he’s got something on his mind. Do you regret last night?”

His eyes go wide with shock. “Fuck no, honey. Last night was perfect. You were perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. What’s going on up here?” I tap his forehead.

“There’s something I’ve been thinking about. Something that involves you.”

I clasp my hands and with my elbows on the island, rest my chin against my fists. “Ooh, do tell.”

“It’s not so much a tell you thing. More of a show you kinda thing.”

“It’s Sunday. Neither one of us have to be anywhere. Show me.”

“Get dressed then and we’ll go.”

I’m a little disappointed his ‘thing’ doesn’t have anything to do with staying here and continuing the day in bed. There’ll be time for that later. “Okay. It shouldn’t take me long.”

“Uh, would you wear that dress again? The one you wore last night?”

Curious as to why he wants me to wear the dress that’s been a wrinkled pile on the floor since we got home yesterday, I nod and leave him putting dishes in the dishwasher.

“Why are we here?” I ask as we pull into the parking lot of Tolenski’s Gym. “Your show instead of tell is here? You could have done this yesterday.”

With a half smile and a one shoulder shrug, he says, “No, not really.”

He takes my hand and after he unlocks the door, we enter the building. “So, no one else is here?” I ask.

“Nope. Whole building is closed today. Follow me.”

The large gymnastics training room is eerie with the dim light filtering through the window lining the top of two walls. We stop at the pommel horse and he backs me up against the apparatus. “I’ve fantasized about you here.”

“What kind of fantasies?” His hard cock has formed an interesting bulge in his jeans so I’m pretty sure I’m right. “You mean like wet dreams?”

His snort of laughter eases the odd tightness of worry from around his eyes. “I suppose so.”

“Suppose so? You mean you?—”

His hard kiss stops my words. The fingers of one hand spear through my hair, twisting to make a knot of the short strands. Using his other hand, he tugs my skirt up. “You have to tell me, baby doll. Is this okay? I’m going to bend you over this horse and…”

“Fuck me from behind?”

Startled, he looks ready to deny my question, then when his hand moves to where I’m not wearing any panties—I had my hopes—his pupils expand and his mouth takes mine again. “Maya,” he groans.

“More than okay, Phil.”

“Then hang on, baby doll.” He flips me around and with his palm against my shoulder blades, pushes me forward between the wooden pommels. I grip them tightly as I spread my legs and tilt my butt higher. He bunches my skirt around my waist and strokes my butt cheeks. “God, Maya. You sure?”

“So sure. So ready.”

“Your knee?” I hear the rasp of his zipper and his exhale as he frees his cock.

“Never better. I need you. I need to feel…”

He tests me with a gentle swipe of his fingers then positions the head of his cock at my entrance. I’m so wet he easily slides deep. His hands move to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. This time is going to be fast, furious, and I’m going to love every moment.

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