AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Okay, if we're going to do this, let's do this right," he said, dropping a kiss on her nose while grabbing her bottom and lifting her. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. "First we do a little swimming, a little foreplay."
And so he sank beneath the water, holding her tight. He came up and she sputtered, pushing hair plastered to her face from her eyes.
"That was a dirty trick," she said, her teeth chattering though the water was warm.
"That wasn't dirty, but you're about to find out what is," he said, lowering his head and nipping her lower lip.
"Ouch," she said, splashing him.
"Oh, so that's how it is?" he teased, splashing water against breasts that were the absolute perfect size, beaded with the chill, and very tempting.
He curved an arm around her waist and brought her to him so he could kiss her neck right where her pulsed raced.
“Oh,” she groaned, her head falling back. He took a moment to enjoy the salty warmth of her neck before releasing her and kicking off toward the opposite end.
"Hey, where are you going?" she called out, putting her hands on her hips.
He turned and floated on his back, his cotton underwear dragging a little as he stared at the round full moon. "I'm swimming."
"We have better things to do."
He stood and grinned at her while sliding his boxers off and tossing them onto the cement surrounding the pool. The impact made a slap. "Swim over and we'll play a game of Marco Polo."
"Marco Polo?" She snorted but started his way.
"Yeah, I'll close my eyes and try and catch you. When I do, I'll have to try to identify you, right?"
"I'm the only other person playing, silly." She bumped into him, her eyes glinting. He cupped her rump, giving it a squeeze.
''Aw, come on. I want to feel around and try to guess. And the feeling around bit is the key thing," he said, sliding his other hand down her belly.
She sighed so he dipped his finger lower and whispered, “Marco."
''Oh, dear Bessie," she panted.
"Wrong. You're supposed to say Polo."
Abigail laughed and wrapped her arms around him. “In case you haven't noticed, I've been having a wonderful time. Can we skip the games? I've laughed and now I want to-"
"Scream?" he asked, dragging his hands over her bottom up to her waist and to her rib cage, where the curve of her breast began. She sighed and leaned into him.
Eyes half-lidded, Abigail smiled. "Is that a guarantee? I mean, are you really that good?"
He bent his head, caught her lips before murmuring, "I can't speak for how good I am. I never worry about it. I simply pursue pleasure. Unrelentingly."
“You sound like a hero in a romance book,” she breathed.
He almost laughed. Instead he said, “Well, let me play that part.”
He wrapped her in his arms, lifting her again. This time when she wrapped her legs around his waist, there was no barrier. Hard, warm flesh met soft, yielding Abigail.
And then there were no more games. Only Leif doing his best to be the romantic hero and take her breath away, and Abigail doing her best to forget that she had never been the kind of woman who would have naked pool sex with her daughter’s art teacher.
ABIGAIL CAME back to earth,her back pressed against the hard edge of the swimming pool, her body a puddle. She felt weightless, and, Lord have mercy, she felt good. It had been too long since she’d been held, since a man had moved with her, since she’d had multiple orgasms. Of course, she’d been revved up like a locomotive. Once she’d started, she’d not been able to stop until Leif had joined her.
"Whoa," he murmured, dropping small kisses across her shoulder.
“More like incredible," she whispered, stroking his damp hair. She dropped her head back onto the tiled edge and looked at the stars winking at her from above.We know what you just did, sister.
