Page 113 of Swim To Me

“Yeah, well, I’ve changed my mind.”

“Swimming first, bed second. How does that sound?”

I nod, ignoring the protesting kick of my cock in my shorts. “There’s a robe on the back of the door you can wear to go down in.”

The hem of the robe swishes around Delilah’s ankles because of her petite height, but she tightly ties it around her waist regardless, the pretty lace of her underwear disappearing from sight.

With my key card in hand, we step into the elevator, the doors smoothly gliding shut before I’ve even hit the button for the basement level.

“I’m a little nervous,” Delilah admits, slipping her hand into mine.

“It’s natural to be nervous about something you haven’t done in a while, but you’ll pick it back up in no time, I know you will.”

The lobby, with its polished marble floors passes us by while we descend further down, until the doors open, the scent of salt and chlorine thick in the air.

It’s quiet, as it usually is, not another soul using the pool, the surrounding sun loungers and the sauna popping and creaking with heat in the corner.

Leading Delilah to the poolside, I dive straight into the deep end, feeling the cool water rush over my head and kiss every inch of my skin in its own version of a welcome greeting.

Beneath the water, I swim to Delilah, breaking the surface beside where her bare feet are planted to the tiled floor. “You coming in?”

Shrugging off the robe, Delilah drapes it over a sun lounger and then returns to the metal stairs half submerged in the water. She turns to walk down them backwards, backing up into my hands that I hold aloft to steady her and then peering down at the way my palms are cupping the thick flesh of her arse with the crook of her eyebrow. I give her flesh a tempting squeeze and smile up at her with the innocence of an angel.

Once in the pool, I remove my hands from Delilah’s body, allowing her to take control of herself in the water. “Can you remember how to float?”

Tipping her legs up and her upper body backwards, Delilah floats on her back, arms spread wide.

“Brilliant,” I praise. “Are you ready to try and make it to the other side of the pool?”

Rightening herself on her feet, Delilah separates the water out in front of her in the breaststroke position at the same time as kicking off from the wall to propel her forward.

“Keep kicking! Imagine the float underneath you!” I stay a metre of so in front of Delilah, wading backwards so as to keep my eye on her. “Chin up and parallel to the water’s surface, look straight ahead. Swim to me, Delilah.”

I watch closely in case Delilah needs me, but she kicks steadily with only a small splash sounding behind her, elbows tucking tight to her body and then rounding up and out, pushing the water away.

Beneath my feet, I feel the tiles begin to slope downwards, the deepest end of the water nearing until I can’t touch the floor myself and I’m forced to swim.

“Keep going, keep going!”

Delilah’s fingertips bite into the tiles once we reach the edge, her breathing laboured, but her grin is contagious, unrestricted and beaming.

“I did it. I fucking did it!”

I grab Delilah’s waist at the same time she launches herself at me, arms looping around my neck, while she squeals with her joy.

“I knew you could do it.”

Delilah slots her lips against mine, moving soft and slow at first until she opens her mouth on a quiet moan and tangles our tongues together.

“I love you.”

“Mm,” she hums. “I’m never going to get sick of hearing you saying that. I love you, too.”

Squeezing her waist, I glide my thumbs along her ribcage, stealing kisses from her while I tread water.

“Should we try a few more laps?”

Slithering out of my grasp, Delilah rightens herself, kicking off from the wall just as I’ve taught her, swimming down towards the shallowest end of the pool. I swim after her, catching up to Delilah in no time to swim side by side.

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