DOMENICO
The water in the pool had never felt hotter against my skin, or maybe it was just her memory that set me ablaze.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, I f*****g saw her because she's everywhere in my head.
The way her hair clung to her wet shoulders, the arch of her back when I had my tongue buried deep in her p***y, the shiver that ran through her body when I tasted her beneath the water.
Even now, after she ran away, I could still smell her, the faint, intoxicating mix of her shampoo and skin lingering in my senses. Refusing to wash away.
By the time I reached the edge of the pool, my c**k was already hard, straining against the fabric of my trunks. I could not wait. I slipped out of the water, ignoring the chill of the night air.
My home office beckoned, the quiet c
