I lower my gaze to where the tiny bit of fabric is covering where I want to touch most. "I bet I can make you come without even taking your bikini bottoms off."
She's breathing hard and looks like she has sobered up with my proposal.
"Theo, I shouldn't have said anything. I'm kind of horny and—"
"So, five minutes might be too long? Three minutes?"
She's oozing at the thought. I can see the silent begging in her eyes.
"You're fucking with me," she accuses. "You'd never go through with it."
I place one of my hands on her cold thigh and she flinches. "But our parents are…"
"Can you be quiet?" I ask.
"I don't even thinkyoucan…"
I'm about to whip out my phone and set a timer, that's how committed I am. It might be an awkward angle for my wrist and fingers, but I know I can get the job done without her having to move positions. Even if the fabric is in the way, my finger can do enough and satisfy her in ways no one could.
I trail my fingers along the inside of her thighs and she gasps.
"Do you want me to touch you on the outside of your bikini?" I ask her, still unsure if she has the guts to let me.
"Are we doing this?" I hear pleading in that question like she is begging me to say yes.
"Do you want me to? I can stop—" I pull my hand back, and she grabs my wrist.
"Keep it there," she demands, returning it higher than where I was before so I can feel the lining of her bikini.
"Want me to touch your skin or keep it on the outside of your bathing suit?" I ask her, my voice raw, praying she allows me to feel her wetness firsthand.
"That's up to you," she breathes. "If you're…serious…"
I'm fucking serious.
I take it slow and rub my thumb over the center of her, the fabric feeling thicker than ever. I don't want this barrier, but I will do whatever she wants, even if that means stopping completely.
We are face to face, the closest we've been physically, and I can't help but smile at what I'm about to do. Something I dreamed of as a teenager.
When I touch her clit through her bathing suit, I see and feel her stiffen in response.
"Want me to stop?" I ask, letting her know she can back out now. We haven't crossed the line…yet.
"I–I—"
She's stuttering and I bring my hand back, again, and realize she may not be ready for this. Maybe she's baiting me again. Maybe she expects me to stop. I don't want to, but she still seems unsure. Her indecisiveness is saving us from making a mistake. Because once we overstep that invisible boundary, I know I'm going to fuck her in the near future.
I begin to back away, the naughty voice in my head screaming I'll never get this opportunity again. But I'm not even two steps backward before she grabs the collar of my shirt and forces my face to hers.
"Make me come, Theo," she demands.
My fingers are already dragging her bottoms down as she lifts her ass to assist me. They fall down her legs as my skin meets hers.
She's warm, wet, and inching closer off the countertop so she can be nearer to me.
My thumb connects to her clit again, and this time, I get to feel her arousal firsthand.
She squeaks out a moan, right in my ear, and I have no idea if I'm allowed to kiss her. That almost feels more intimate than what I'm doing between her legs, which is crazy.
