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In the background, I feel Zach moving. I cling to his body as I drown in his kiss. We drift across the water, and then I feel something on my ass. A cement step.
Zach has floated us to the end of the pool and he’s sat me down safely on one of the steps, flanked by a silver railing that leads into the water.
Now that I’m on steady ground, Zach breaks the kiss to stare down at me. He’s blocking all the light, casting a shadow over me in the shape of his big body. “You’ll never do something like this again, yeah?”
“I p-promise.”
I give him the answer he wants but even so, the angst on his face doesn’t go away. It leaches out when he bends down to kiss me again.
He isn’t as careful or slow as he was before. He slams his mouth over mine and I open under him. Both my lips and my legs to allow him in.
Above water, I can feel my nakedness. I can feel his nakedness too. He’s wearing black swimming trunks and I’m only in my bra and panties.
His hard wet muscles feel like a perfect combination. They shift and bunch under my roaming hands, stoking up my need for him.
We kiss and kiss until we can’t kiss anymore.
Until we need something more.
Zach makes quick work of our clothes, pulling down my bra to get to my tits and shoving my panties aside to expose my hole. I help him with his trunks and in a flash, he’s inside me. He plunges in and out as he sucks on my nipples and places sucking, noisy kisses all over my chest.
I scratch his shoulders, his back, his biceps, whatever I can get to as I rock against him, fucking him with all these emotions in my heart.
I realize what I feel for him is too intense, too passionate, too heartbreaking and sad to be called love.
Maybe it’s a tragedy.
Or maybe it’s the blues.
I’ve got the blues and that’s why I can’t stop crying.
Zach lifts his head to find my tears tracking down my cheeks and his features are pained. I cry harder when he licks them up with his tongue.
I don’t stop crying even when I hear the water splashing around us and our bodies feel buoyant. They’re bounding and bouncing more than usual, making everything doubly erotic.
And when I come, I cry then, too, pouring my sadness on Zach’s tongue and my climax on his cock.
Yeah, it’s the blues.
Because I love a guy like him.
