“It’s meant to be enjoyed.”
My hands slid along her thighs under the water. I traced the outside of her hips. I couldn’t keep my hands off her even if I tried.
I leaned in, kissing her jaw. “Tell me if anything feels too fast.”
“It doesn’t.” She gently touched my arms. “It feels…nice.”
I let my other arm wrap around her. She melted into it immediately. And fuck. That’s what I wanted. She gripped my forearm under the water.
“You okay?” I whispered into her neck.
She nodded, then shook her head softly, flustered. “I’ve never… been touched like this.”
My heart stuttered. Not because she was inexperienced, because she trustedmewith that. I pressed a slow kiss beneath her ear. “We go at your pace. Every second of this.”
Her thighs parted just a little more. Not much. But more. I nearly lost my mind.
“Baby,” I whispered, voice rougher than I wanted, “you don’t ever have to rush yourself for me.”
“I’m not rushing.” Her voice trembled. “I… I want to know what your hands feel like.”
Jesus Christ.
I slid my hand further along her inner thigh, slow, still not touching her where she needed, just letting her feel my presence, letting her decide if she wanted more.
Her back arched the slightest bit, her breath catching in her throat. I kissed her shoulder again, then the side of her neck, reverent and patient.
“Baby,” I murmured, “can I touch you a little higher?”
She didn’t speak at first. Her fingers tightened around arm.
“…Yes.”
I closed my eyes, grounding myself before I moved.
My fingers slid higher, touching her. She let out a soft sound, more exhale than moan, but it went straight to my dick.
Her head fell back, lips parted.
I was gone.
Completely gone.
“You’re doing so good,” I whispered, kissing her cheek. “That’s my girl. Look at you letting me in.”
Her fingers dug into my forearm under the water.
“Vince…” she whispered, voice trembling, “I… I want more.”
“Tell me how much, baby.” I only just gave her a little more pressure, barely anything. I held her tighter, breath shaking against her neck. Of course she responded to my voice. So fucking perfect for me.
“Just… touch me,” she swallowed hard. “Where you want to.”
My forehead pressed to her temple. I almost lost it. I let my other arm wrap around her ribs gently, anchoring her back against me. She melted into it immediately, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Sweetheart…” my hand glided slowly up her thigh again, “…I’m going to pick the pace up a little. Still, nice and easy, baby.” I kissed her jaw, “Not pushing sweetie. I don’t want this quick.”
I needed her to remember this moment. Ours. Next time she grabbed that vibrator I wanted this moment to replay.
