It’s not until I feel him separate our bodies that I open my eyes.
“What are you…” My voice wavers as he sets me on top of the edge of the pool, and I spot two hickeys on my breasts.
“I really want to taste you again,” he roughly says and hooks his fingers under my bottoms and tugs at them. I easily comply, lifting my butt to help him take them off. He flippantly tosses the wet material somewhere. “Fuck, Josie, you’re dripping, baby.”
I can’t be hallucinating this time. I know what I heard, and I want him to call me that again. “I was just in the pool.”
He grins and spreads my thighs. I bring my arms behind me, bracing my weight on my palms.
“No, you’re dripping.” He spreads my pussy lips with one hand, and with the other, drags two fingers from my slit down to my entrance. My toes curl and fingernails scrape against the ground.
He lifts his fingers and they glisten. “Come here,” he orders.
And I do.
“Open your mouth.”
And I do.
He slips his fingers into my mouth and I taste myself. “Close and suck, baby. Taste yourself. That’s not water. That’s all you.”
This shouldn’t be erotic, but it is. My clit pulses harder and faster and he notices. He smirks and plops his fingers out of my mouth, dripping specks of saliva on my chest.
“What part did you like?” He stares at my pussy, keeping it parted. “Tasting yourself?” I pulse again. “That I made you do it?” Once again. “Or being called baby?” I shiver, every inch of me yearning to hear it again.
“Josie, baby, is that what you like?” He sounds on edge, his voice a gruff rasp.
I shrug, biting the inside of my cheek. I’ve never liked pet names, and well, I guess I don’t like many things, but I do like that. At least hearing it come from him.
“Yeah,” I whisper meekly, feeling weird to admit that out loud.
“I like you like this.” He lazily drags his fingers down my slit. They become slicker as I become wetter. “Shy and stubborn…” His gaze is trained on my pussy and legs, they tremble and clench every time his fingers reach my sensitive clit.
I squeeze my eyes, panting like a goddamn dog, feeling overly sensitive. I don’t think as I bring one hand between my thighs and rub myself.
“And impatient too.” He groans.
My eyes connect with his hungry ones and if I could, I’d flip him off. “Shut up. You were taking too long,” I pant, feeling close.
He doesn’t say anything; he watches me raptly, eyes never leaving my fingers as I continue to rub over my swollen clit. My stomach contracts, my thighs tense, and everything almost shatters, but then he pulls my hand away.
I whine. No, I’m pretty certain I just sounded like an angry cat becausewhat the fuck.
“No. I get to finish you off. You did so good, but now it’s my turn.” He sinks down but looks up at me. “Wipe your fingers on your tits and make sure you do a good job.”
I raise a shaky hand to my breasts and smear my arousal all over my nipples and breasts. He watches me as if he were making sure I did as he instructed. Once he’s satisfied, he sucks my clit into his mouth and thrusts two fingers inside me.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my body jerking forward.
He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, and sucks my clit as I scream for more. My eyes roll back until all I see is white. I start to sweat and my thighs quiver from how far he parted them. Every time I attempt to clench them, he stops me.
“Danny, I need to come,” I plead, on the verge of tears.
“I’m getting you there, baby.” He laps my clit, torturously slow, over and over again, until I’m crying out and my entire body is shaking. “I’m getting you there. I promise. You’re doingso good, letting me take my time with you. Letting me taste you, fuck your cunt with my fingers. You’re doing so good. You taste so good.”
I lie on my back, the pressure so intense, I feel dizzy.
I moan loudly, arching my back when he removes his fingers.
