Page 4 of Dear Sexy Swimmer
Pike
Dear Sexy Gem,
Feels like I miss you between letters. How is that possible? Never felt anything like what your letters make me feel. I want to hear your voice. Look into your pretty brown eyes and tell you what you do to me.And I want you to tell me if I make you feel the same way.
I hope I do.
Before this matchmaking business, I was lost. Lonely. I just wanted someone to talk to, honestly.
But this, Maia…it is so much more than having someone to talk to. It is so much more than a few words exchanged between strangers. I don’t feel like you are a stranger.
I feel like you are mine.
Maia tastes exactly the way I have spent the last months dreaming she would.
Claiming her mouth like I plan to claim the rest of her, I crush her to me as she pushes away. Because even as she pushes weakly at my chest, Maia melts into my chest with all her soft curves.
Curves I have waited months to feel beneath my hands.
Walking us backwards, I head for her desk even as my hands cup her plump ass. Maia gives me a sexy moan that makes my dick jerk in my jeans. Once I hear that sound, I want to do anything, give anything to hear it over and over again.
Walking into my English lit class still exhausted from practice I was less than enthusiastic. But I made a promise to myself—and to my Sexy Gem Maia—that I was going to smash it this year in and out of the pool. Looking up and seeing my woman leading the class gave me a whole new lease on that promise.
In all the letters we shared, we never talked about what college she would be teaching at. Never talked about what college I attended. Talked about all the important shit that had me falling for her more with every letter.
Dear Sexy Swimmer,
Hope training is going well. I'm certain you will blow them away at your trials. I have no doubts. I have faith in you, Pike. Truly, I do. Can’t wait until we step out of these words and into the flesh.
Feeling that sweet silky flesh beneath my hands as I lift her atop her desk makes my cock ache. Signing up for that damned matchmaking place had been a way for me to not feel so lonely. Before, all I had was swimming. For a while it had been enough.
Now, I had her words. Knew what she looked like and imagined what she felt like, what she sounded like. Now swimming wasn’t nearly enough.
I never expected to find Maia.
But the moment I read her profile and saw she wanted to go old fashioned with hand written letters, I was intrigued. Before I even held her photo in my hand, I was hooked.
Hooked by words that made me feel connected to her in ways I never knew possible.
I never once shared with someone the things I share with her. I never really dated but each letter we send feels like another date. Another chance to open up to one another. And every letter I get back gives me a little more of her. I am so hooked she has no idea.
All my life I was headed towards a goal. Gold. Get the gold. Win. Swim, win, repeat. When I realized that was all I was expected to do I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it at all. But until Maia, I had never told anyone how I felt. Never told anyone else I wanted more.
Before I started reading her letters and writing my own, I wasn’t sure what more I wanted. But, now, I do. I want something outside of the water, beyond the gold. I will win gold because it’s what I have spent my life training to do. Now, I know I want more and I can have it.
I want a life with Maia.
I want all the things we talked about. And over the past few months, we have talked about plenty. About all the things we want to do and how many of them we want to do together.
Maia wants to make jewelry but teaching is safe. I don’t want her to be safe. I want her to do what feeds her soul. And I want to be part of what feeds her soul. The way she feeds mine.
Maia moans as I slip my hands beneath her skirt and my hips jerk between her thick thighs.Fuck, that sound. Mixed with the weight of her big soft tits against my chest and her heat welcoming my throbbing cock home, I can barely hold back.
“Waited to kiss those lips and hear those sounds for months, baby.” Maia tangles her hands in my hair as I work my lips down her jaw to the column of her throat. Beneath my lips, her pulse thrums and drives me wild as it beats against my tongue.
“Pike... we can’t do...thathere.” I grunt when I realize what‘that’ means as my fingers hook into her panties.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby. Want you spread out completely bare in my bed where I can take my time with you. Can’t help how badly I need to touch you now, Maia. Thought I had weeks to go before I got my hands on you.” I bite at her neck as her hips roll her sex against the press of my dick.
