The room was bright, the sun streaming in through the large windows across the wall to the left, making him wonder how he'd remained dead to the world so late with such a wash of light all over him. He let out a deep lungful of air and rolled over onto his back, gazing down the corridor to take in the rest of the villa and the view out over the pool to the city and the sea. This place was magnificent. He could see movement in the pool, and the only sound in this peaceful morning was Caitlyn apparently doing laps. Thinking about her swimming, perhaps wearing a bathing suit, perhaps not, stirred his loins into a late morning erection. Had he really made love to her twice last night? God, he'd been like a teenager again. Had they really been imagining that it was some Spaniard called Marco fucking her at the time? Leo chuckled to himself. It had been pretty wild. They'd never really role-played before. He thought about fucking Caitlyn as Marco, and his mind started wandering a little, imagining what it might be like to see the real Marco fucking her.
