I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and slid them down. My cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, standing like a rod in the humid air. I didn't rush the transition; I let the lens—and Lana—take in the full view before I stepped off the final marble ledge and submerged into the warmth of the pool.
Lana's eyes tracked my every movement, her pupils blown wide with a dark, predatory lust. She watched the way the water distorted my size as I waded toward her, her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip.
"Good heavens," she breathed, her gaze fixed firmly below the waterline. "I had no idea you were... so much more gifted than your father. It seems the apple fell quite far from the tree."
I stopped just out of arm's reach, the water lapping at my chest. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Lana. This is just the surface."
