“Non-sexy touching,” I say.
“So many complicated rules.”
“Just like racing.”
“I better be fast, then,” he says, laughing.
He drags his fingers up along the edge seam of my swimmers and out from between my thighs, and then slides them down again.“Just massaging,” he says, as his finger slips easily underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms.I feel a coil tightening in my stomach, and fight hard not to move.
I grip the towel with my fingers as he moves very close to sliding a finger inside me.But he never quite gets close enough, stroking the softness in the crease of my thigh.It isdizzying, and just this one small movement brings so much pleasure I feel like I might explode.
I feel his finger suddenly slip under my bathers, and it emerges slick.Matt moans into my ear, as he feels it too.
“I didn’t even touch you properly yet,” he says.
“You’re fired as a masseur,” I reply, rolling over.I’m under him now, grabbing at his hand before he moves it back between my legs.
“Don’t you want a happy ending?”he says, interlocking our fingers and pinning my hand to the side of my head on the towel.
“Of course I do,” I say, staring hard into his eyes, making sure he understands all the layers of meaning I’m sending him.“But it will never be happy.”
“I can give you a happy ending, Chloe,” he says.
“Can you?”I reply, half in earnest and half testing these dangerous waters.Matt’s eyes darken, and I can tell he’s grappling with his desire and the agreement we’ve made.
“Can you trust me again?”
“Not really.”Although, as I say it, I realize that somehow, I do.“Maybe.”
“I want to make you happy, Chloe.That’s all I want.”
His one hand is still laced in mine, waiting for me to say the word.
It’s a sink-or-swim moment.Scary and exhilarating all at once.
“Okay.”I laugh, then bite my lip.“Then do it.”
He lights up at this olive branch, this slightly open door I’m trying not to overthink.Before sliding his hand under the band of my bikini again, he leans in and kisses me softly on the side of my neck.
“How happy?”he says, as he inches closer, teasingly.
“Fireworks,” I say.“Nothing less.”
His hot breath makes my skin prickle, and I feel his mouth move into a grin against my neck.Then, in one move, his finger glides across me, and a moan escapes my mouth, my eyes clamping shut as pleasure blooms through me.
“Well,I’mhappy,” he says.
“That’s not the job, buddy,” I say, yelping with pleasure as he moves gently across my clit, rubbing slowly in small circles, and I arch my hips up higher so he can get better access.
“Happy yet?”he asks, as he pulls back onto his elbow and watches my body move against his fingers.
“Frustrated,” I say breathlessly.
Matt leans forward, and through the fabric of my bikini top, he puts his mouth over my nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure, my back arching.
When I open my eyes, I see he looks delighted with himself, and he does it again, the pleasure almost too much for me to take.And so, I settle back into the groove of the sand, the breeze against my hot skin, and let go.
“Just a little longer and this will all be over, Chloe,” he says, kissing my neck.
