Cole had been in DC for three days. Every day he and Artemisia tried to pass the time, going to museums and spending time with her father, Lucius Celestino, the US Ambassador to Greece. Whenever Lucius was called to a meeting and unable to supervise, they returned to the apartment and ended up on Lucius' private rooftop pool.
They hadn't been in the water a single time.
They'd been kissing, bodies intertwined, for more than two hours. The sun set over the Potomac, and the air was still warm. She broke the kiss. "Hey, hey, Cole, stop, we've got to stop.
She was kneeling astride him on the pool's lounge couch, their crotches together. His cock strained against his swimsuit. He was feeling her pussy through the front of her bikini bottom, using his thumb to keep some pressure on her clit.
"Do you really want me to stop?" Cole moved his hand to her breast. He leaned forward, kissed her neck and bit her ear.
"I can't believe you're doing this to me! You're just teasing me to make me want to have sex!"
Cole put his hand back on her crotch. "I hear what you're saying, babe, but your pussy is telling me a different story. Can't you feel how much heat you're putting out?"
Artemisia felt wetter than she'd ever been, and she could have leaned over and bitten him, she wanted him so badly. She stopped, and stood up. "Cole, we are leaders in Campus Crew for Jesus. People look up to us. If we have sex before marriage, then we're just hypocrites. Don't you see? We made a promise before the Lord."
At the moment, Cole wasn't feeling as diehard for Jesus as he was during as was when he led worship.. His cock was a more pressing concern.. But, this was Artemisia Celestino. She was basically a princess. She had porcelain skin, features so delicate they could have been etched in a diamond, and luxuriant golden hair tumbling down her back. Their relationship was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. He credited his faith and strength of purpose in drawing them together.
