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“I’ve been thinking of swimming all night.”
“Me too.”
“Give me fifteen minutes. Oh my God, Aargon. Are we really going to do this?”
“I’m going to shower and then I’ll be at your door. Naked under my robe. So, the answer is yes.”
“I’ll be ready.”
CHAPTER 10
Barbra
This is going to be AWESOME! My stomach is doing gymnastic flips. The pussy isready to paaaarty.Every time I say ready to party, I think of Kristin Wigg inBridesmaids. Hee hee. It is all anticipation. I love the feeling. Being wet before he touches me. How will this play out? Hope it lives up to my rich imagination. In my dreams, Aargon is king cock.
Knock knock knock.It’s a quiet sound that delivers a huge punch to my solar plexus.
Oh shit!
I pull myself together to be able to sell sexy calmness. A confidence. Taking a deep breath, I open the door. Neither one of us says a word at first. It is all desire and fun. The naked under the belted robes thing is doing the talking.
He looks like a god in white terrycloth. Or a male model in a Versace ad about to dive into the Mediterranean. Arms encircle my waist, and he brings me body to body. The hard cock lifts under the fabric.
“Hi.”
“Is that your penis talking?”
“Yep. It’s over its vow of silence.”
His mouth is on mine. A kiss so perfect, it stuns a little. Soft and artful. Then taken to a higher level. He knows how to kiss a woman. When we part, I am not sure my feet are still on the ground. By the look on his face, he is surprised at the depth of feeling too.
“Nice.”
It is said softly, but I feel the beast inside him struggling to control itself. I have no witty retort, other than to take another. The heat rises. I would swim the English Channel if he was waiting on the other side. Then I would push him down, straddle his hard cock, and ride him dripping wet. I would give zero fucks if onlookers were gasping.
“Let’s go.”
The king commands and I obey. I close the door behind me and we silently walk to the end of the hallway. He whispers. “This way.”
As soon as we are in the stairwell, he turns and pulls me against him again. Our bodies intertwine and this time his lips kiss my neck, just under the ear. God. Then downward until the thick collar stops the advance. Hands go to my belt. It is untied slowly, eyes on mine. But as the robe is opened the gaze lowers.
A sound escapes him. Barely heard, but undeniably positive. Fingers touch my nipple, followed by his mouth. The other hand is on my ass, pulling me tighter. My hand goes down to his belt and I untie it quickly. The robe falls open. Holy mister moly. How did he keep that thing under wraps? My touch sends him soaring. What a beautiful specimen of man. He lifts and I move my hand up and back, feeling the female power within my grasp.
“Let’s get to the pool, before I come. You’re so fucking hot.”
Robes remain untied and we take the two floor climb as if we are track stars. Being horny makes athletes of us.
“Are you sure there’s access?”
“I took care of it.”
The door swings open, as he promised, and we step out to a scene from a movie. If I had to imagine a sexy setting, this would be it. A steaming blue pool overlooks breathtaking night views of the Bozeman landscape. The surrounding mountains. A full moon. Stars. Poolside lounge chairs surround the edges and we are alone. He locks the door behind us.
“It’s so beautiful here.”
“You’re beautiful. Let’s swim.”
He opens his robe and drops it from his shoulders. Can a brain freeze without eating ice cream too fast? I just got a pain in my head. He is so perfectly formed. Not a king. A god. When he turns to dive in, I get a view of his ass. Usually, asses don’t rate high on my list of body parts to lust after. The list needs retooling. His is round and tight. Sexy mofo. From this moment on, thoughts of Aargon Lyon will have him naked.
