Chapter 320: The Seashell For My Wife
(Karsten)
Instantly, I saw Arata go pale, and I fought back a chuckle at her expression.
"What? Nooo, let me breathe." She huffed, sitting up and grabbing the glass of orange juice from the table.
Her cheeks flushed and sunk as she sucked at the straw with her hibiscus-shaded lips.
I knowingly smiled with a shake of my head and stood up. My hands reached for the buttons on my shirt and I began to unfasten them. Taking the shirt off, I tossed it on the sun lounger.
Next, I discarded my shorts and stepped out as they dropped around my feet. My cock had hardened and stood erect, I needed to swim to relax.
"Join me for a swim after you catch your breath," I teased Arata and she poked her tongue at me, her nostrils flared.
Giving her a broad smug smile, I climbed down the stairs and jumped into the water to take a swim.
The coldness of the water hit me as my legs and arms shuddered, keeping me afloat. I cut through the water, going further into the deep water.
My senses calmed, there was no responsibility here, no bloodshed, no hard decisions.
Just us and the large expanse of water.