There’s a look of disgust on her face. This is not going how I hoped this would go, and I don’t even know how I’m screwing this up so badly.
“I’m certainly not going to force you.”
And the problem is revealed. She thinks I don’t want to do this with her.She may be a little touched in the head if she thinks there’s a man alive that doesn’t want to swim with her in those underthings. Black lace bra, matching black lace panties. This girl likes to look pretty. She likes to feel pretty. I’ve inadvertently made her feel otherwise.
“If you think you can talk me out of this now that I’ve seen all of that,” I gesture to all of her “you’re sorely mistaken.” Her dark brows furrow slightly.
I pull my t-shirt over my head and lay it on a nearby lounger. She watches every move intently. She doesn’t embarrass easily, and she isn’t shy.Fucking love that.She’s still watching me as I unfasten my jeans and let them fall to the ground. She watches them drop, and her eyes roam back up my body, taking it all in. Her gaze catches on my right forearm. Then my left. I’m covered in tattoos, and they all mean something, but these...the vines of roses that wrap around each arm. Each rose signifying...please don’t ask. Not yet.Finally, she meets my gaze. She’s confused.She wants to ask....but she doesn’t. She doesn’t take a moment longer to ponder on it before she turns and walks back toward the pool.
The perfect globes of her round ass seem to perform a sensual dance as she walks. I give in and bite the knuckles of my hand to keep from moaning out loud like a damn deviant. She, of course, chooses this moment to turn and look at me, seeing that I’m very nearly eating my hand. She smirks. She smirks and then, winks before executing a perfect swan dive into the pool.She can dive. Of course, she can.She’s burn the world down hot, she rides a motorcycle, she’s the perfect combination of spicy and sweet, AND she dives.What have I gotten myself into?
After setting up my phone on a nearby table to get the newest playlist I made started. The steps are my entry point into the pool. Just before I’m waist deep in the water, When Doves Cry begins to croon through the small Bluetooth speaker I take everywhere. Vaughn is on her back, semi-floating but, not quite.
“Can you float?”
“Better than you.”
“Can you teach me?”
Can you teach me? Is she trying to kill me? I want to teach this girl so many things. She’d need to be in this exact position for about half of them.
I clear my throat, hoping that the action can also clear my thoughts. It doesn’t. “Teach you to float? Yeah. Maybe. Tell you what, you stop cheating at Uno, and I’ll teach you everything I know. Deal?”
She makes a movement, and her hips sink further under the water. “Deal. Okay. What do I do?”
“So, you admit that you’ve been cheating. It’s extra Draw 4 cards, isn’t it.”
“No. It’s a deal because it’s easy to stop cheating at a game I haven’t been cheating at.”
My eyes search hers for the lie. There’s no way that she’s won more than thirty hands of Uno without taking a single loss.Right? Am I seriously debating Uno while I could have my hands on her creamy skin?
“Um....well, first, you’re too stiff. Relax your muscles.” She does and her arms and legs all come to the surface of the water. Now, she’s spread out in the water like a starfish. “Perfect.”
She smiles. It’s a rainbow smile.Just take me now, Lord, and I’ll die happy.
“My butt won’t float. How do I get all of me on top of the water?”
Did she do that on purpose? She has to know what her ass looks like.As a matter of fact, I know she knows what her ass looks like. I’ve seen how she dresses. She knows what all of her looks like in those short skirts, tight jeans, and tiny tops.She’s definitely drawing my attention to her ass on purpose......I think.
“Tilt your head back and practice good posture.”
She moves in the water again and her ass sinks further.
“Like this?”
“No....hold on. I’ll show you.”
I walk over to her, placing one hand on the small of her back and the other high on the back of her thigh, just below the curve of her ass. If she’s bothered by my hand placement, she doesn’t show it, and she’s the kind to show it.
“Like this. Straighten out your spine. Lift your chin.” She’s maneuvering her body to follow each direction I give her. “There. Just like that.” She’s in position. Now is the time that I should move my hands.
Now.
Or now.
There’s still time.
Move them now.
