The light reflecting off the water in the pool behind the gym catches my eye, and I decide to take a quick swim while he works out. His head snaps in my direction the moment I push the comforter off me and sit up, naked beneath the layers he’s cocooned me in.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice etched with concern as he strides across the basement toward me.
“Good morning, baby. I’m fine, but I think I might go for a swim while you work out.”
“I’ll come with you,” he says quickly, glancing back at the gym equipment before turning back to me again.
“You should finish what you’re doing first,” I tell him, feeling the bristling tension pouring off him.
“No…I?—”
Interrupting him, I lift my hand and place it flat on his chest. “You can see me through the glass, baby.”
In the short amount of time I’ve known Knight, I’ve started to realize that he freaks out when he can’t see me. I don’t entirely know where he thinks I’m going to go, but I’ve discovered that if he has to leave the room and go far enough away that I’m not in his direct line of sight anymore, he pulls up the internal security camera feed on his cell phone and watches me, only turning it off when he can see me again.
A part of me thinks I should probably be upset about him watching me like that, but oddly, it doesn’t bother me. He warned me that he intended to be with me all the time, so I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise to learn he actually meant it.
Instead of letting me claw my way out of the blanket he wrapped me in, Knight effortlessly extracts me, then carries me across the basement to the glass door leading to the swimming pool.
The moment he opens it, the humid, chlorinated air hits me.
“Do you want me to go and get you a suit?” Knight asks.
“Do I need one?” I ask, smiling coquettishly at him.
His dick visibly hardens, but Knight does nothing to either hide or display it. He just stands there, sweaty and hard and completely unashamed.
“I’ll leave the door open,” he says, watching me with stern eyes as I step down into the water and start to swim.
Despite my bravado, I’ve never swum naked before, but the water is warm and feels amazing against my skin. Not feeling the resistance of a bathing suit is almost as exhilarating as feeling his eyes on me from the other side of the basement.
Dipping my head beneath the water, I glide across the pool. After a few lazy laps, I lift my feet off the bottom and allow my legs to rise to the top, floating on the water, my ears listening to the muffled sound of nothing.
I close my eyes and slow my breathing, making each inhale and exhale intentional as my body and mind settle into perfectstillness. I’m not sure how long I float for, but eventually, the sound of the water moving around me alerts me that Knight has stepped into the pool. Not moving, I wait for him to come to me, because I know he will.
The closer he gets, the faster my heart beats, and it’s lurching excitedly in my chest when his hands slip beneath my back, towing me across the water and into his arms.
“You distract me,” he growls.
“You’re the one who brought me down here. I wouldn’t be a distraction upstairs.”
“I need you near me.”
“Then it’s hardly my fault if you’re distracted.”
“My wife is naked, floating in the pool. There’s not a man alive who wouldn’t be distracted by that.”
“What about all the gay men?” I snark with a smile.
“Even them.”
Turning me in his arms, he positions me so I’m facing him, my arms around his neck, my legs hooked behind his back. Reaching between us, he fists his cock and guides it to my entrance, pushing me down onto his hard dick.
“Jesus,” I gasp, feeling so full.
Burying his face in my neck, he slides me slowly up and down his dick, making sure he’s as deep as he can get each time.
“Oh god,” I moan.
