Daddy, I want more

His arms were pushed up on the stone ledge as he swam to it. "Then you need to modify your lovely behind. It's boiling outside, and the water feels wonderful

It came across as a command. The thought of saying "no" had me bite my bottom lip.

I, however, was a dismal failure. I retreated back inside the home to delay things. I slogged my way past Dr. Johnson's massive media room and into the bedroom he converted into a gym. The only other rooms on the ground floor were the bathroom and the bedroom David used when he was home from college. A lot of his clothing were strewn over the place, but he was able to quickly change into something else because of this.

To call this space a "home gym" would be overstating its purpose. There was a treadmill as well as a multi-gym. I sighed as I tossed my stuff on David's college futon sofa, which had been moved to one corner.

As I was getting dressed, I thought about my objective. Unfortunately, my dissatisfaction with my lover did not translate into a desire to harm him. I wanted to end things with him as gently as possible for both of us.

Eventually, I gathered the strength to drag myself back outside, where I piled my clothing on the sofa and grabbed a beach towel from the hall closet.

He looked at me and blinked once. Then, his vision blurred as he surveyed my figure in a skimpy black string bikini. The question, "Is that fresh," was posed.

A dryness in my mouth developed. What was I thinking when I packed my swimsuit? I wasn't there at all. I'd just thrown anything I could get my hands on into my luggage and hoped for the best. It was a mistake to dress for the beach in a bikini.

To which she replied, "It was on sale at Target," which I crooned.

The passion in his eyes was palpable as he leaned over the edge. "That's what I call good!" He drew nearer to me and the shallow end of the pool by bringing his hands together and swirling them under the surface. Come on in.

David's motivations were blatantly transparent. He was in the mood to fuck. Do you think that was the only reason he invited me over? As I threw the towel onto the lounge chair, I coiled my dark brown hair into a bun. A wet one would take long to dry, and I may have to escape if things became too intense.

At the last minute, I had the courage to go to the pool's entrance steps and take the plunge. Before I knew it, his chilly, wet arms were around my torso, and he was taking me deep into the middle of the pool.

I resisted his grasp and muttered, "Wait," trying to seem nonchalant. Getting in on my own terms was important to me, and I didn't want him hovering around. I needed some space to accomplish what I had to do.

It felt like the chasm between us widened with each encounter, and David continued to disregard my protests, no matter how strong they were. His lips planted themselves passionately on the side of my neck. It used to be the one thing that would constantly get under my skin, but now that our relationship has evolved, I find that I no longer find that action particularly attractive.

David, I muttered, releasing myself from his grip.

He swiveled around to stare at the soaring arched windows at the house's rear, then straight at me. "What? I was wondering whether you were concerned about my dad. What we do is of no concern to him.

Oh, God. My body shivered, but I doubted my partner could tell since I was submerged for the most part.

My first weekend back at home after university, I foolishly sought to win David back to me using the only means available to me at the time: sex. We went skinny diving in the middle of the day since the backyard was hidden by trees and no one could see us from the street. No one was there to see him put me down on the lounger's plush cushion, kneel between my legs, and shove within me.

Unfortunately, I had let him fuck me while I thought no one was looking. When David's speed picked up, I turned my head and saw a person standing by the window.

As soon as our eyes met, DR.JONSON was no longer visible, and David, caught up in the moment, misunderstood my cry of surprise for one of delight. Not only did I not inform Dr. Johnson about my experience, but he also said nothing. No, and I doubt he'd tell his kid. He was quite good at acting like nothing had transpired.

How long, however, had he been staring out the window?

When I was writhing about on the deck chair, how much of my bare body did he see? Why didn't I feel uneasy? Disgust? Not me! I just felt weird and tense, like I'd been placed under a heat lamp for too long. Thinking about it made my skin feel heated and tight.

I said, "I just got in the water; give me a second." to buy myself some more time.

David gave me an expression of helplessness. "Sorry." Despite the fact that his tone indicated otherwise, he seemed to be serious. I saw a bikini on you. When will I learn to control myself?

I would have considered his remark endearing and humorous six months ago. To be honest, I couldn't stand it today.

To my right, he floated lazily in the water, leaning back so that the water reflected in his brown eyes, making them appear even darker and more intense. When we initially began dating, he was adorable, but he'd since matured and put on weight, making him seem more like a man. He inherited his good looks from his daddy. David's hair, which was shorter on the sides and longer on top, was also lighter in color than his father's.

As I watched him swim blissfully, my gut cramped with fear. He had no clue I was going to reveal something shocking.

Hello, I said, my voice beginning to crack. "Let's have a chat."