[His grunt of surprise turns into quiet laughter in his throat. The moment she relaxes her grip just enough, he sits up to shed his jacket and toss it to the floor, then dips down to kiss a trail down to the hollow of her throat.]
We can go swimming any time, the pool's not goin' anywhere.
[After they sleep, when they wake up. Or they crash it tomorrow, or some other pool, act like they own the place whether they're staying at a hotel or not. Who cares? They have the world to themselves.
He goes straight for her shorts next, slipping his hands between their bodies to unbutton them and tug them down toward her knees. Easier to remove than her top, that's all, but it lets him then grind down against her with just her panties to protect her skin from the rough texture of his jeans.]
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We can go swimming any time, the pool's not goin' anywhere.
[After they sleep, when they wake up. Or they crash it tomorrow, or some other pool, act like they own the place whether they're staying at a hotel or not. Who cares? They have the world to themselves.
He goes straight for her shorts next, slipping his hands between their bodies to unbutton them and tug them down toward her knees. Easier to remove than her top, that's all, but it lets him then grind down against her with just her panties to protect her skin from the rough texture of his jeans.]