Page 9 of Dear Sexy Swimmer
We come together, shouting so loud I'm glad we’re alone out here. I gather her close and kiss her until we both ache from it. After, I carry her to the bathroom where I draw a bath and clean us both up. And then I eat her pussy until we need to clean up her sticky mess.
Later we eat together—I refuse to let her put clothes on so that gets messy too—before we end up back in the shower. Maia drops to her knees and wraps her pretty mouth around my cock before I hoist her back up and empty myself inside her.
Lying in bed together in the darkness we talk about the few things we didn’t share. Like my birthday and hers. How we both ended up here and why none of it really matters. I know what does matter.
I love her. Love her so much I'd risk everything—Olympic gold included—to have what I have found with her. And, she loves me. Loves me enough that the risk of her losing her job seems insignificant to losing us.
“Won’t let anyone take this from me. Let them take your job or my scholarship. Can’t take you away from me. All I care about is you. Us.” I promise as I gather her close and kiss her deep. Maia sighs into my mouth and it’s a sigh that let me knows she feels the same.
I love Maia and she loves me.
Nothing is going to change that.
