“Fuck,” I groan, “My name on your lips…”
“God…” She whimpers, “Yes.”
I capture her mouth with mine the moment she detonates against me, swallowing down her moans like they’re honey.
Her kisses turn languid, her body relaxing into my arms as she comes down from her orgasm. I squeeze her thighs, the rough tips of my fingers scratching on her soft skin.
“That was…” She whispers with a giggle, burying her face into my shoulder.
“Fucking incredible,” I tell her. She shakes her head, giving another nervous little giggle.
“Don’t be embarrassed, trouble, if I could watch again and again, watch you fall apart and feel you as you do, I would. I’d let you use whatever part of my body to do so.”
She draws away from my neck, “You’re serious.”
“Deadly.”
“I’ve never done that before,” she gently unhooks herself from me and the rush of cold water is like ice on my skin. It makes me want to drag her back to me, keep her there where it feels like she belongs.
Pride swells inside of me that I was the first to have her like that. If I couldn’t have any of her other firsts, I got that at least.
“Come on,” I start swimming for the rickety ladder at the side of the dock, treading water next to it while I wait for her to swim to me. I guide her up the steps and give her a boost out of the water, watching her as she climbs out. Water sluices down her frame, over the curves of her breasts and ass, down her thighs and I’ve never felt jealousy towards water before. But here I am, envious that it’s on her body and I am not.
I climb out behind her and find her sitting on the docks, shivering as the sea breeze bites against her wet skin.
“It’s warm at night,” she says through her chattering teeth “but apparently only when you’re dry.”
“Wait here,” I tell her, grabbing my trousers. I pull them on, still wet, which is a struggle on its own, and jog towards Torin’s boat, knowing there’ll be towels and a blanket on board. I grab them and make haste back to Ness, throwing the towel around her shoulders which she accepts and promptly begins to dry off, her teeth chattering so loud it rivals the ocean. When she’s dry, she covers herself with the towel, and I have to pretend I don’t know what she’s doing under it as she shimmies and fidgets, removing her wet underwear before she slips back into her clothes. She throws her panties and bra to the side, covering them with a towel before she grabs the blanket and pats the space next to her, expectant eyes falling to me.
I sit, the wetness over my legs making me uncomfortable but she doesn’t notice it since I hide it so well, and she throws the other half of the blanket over me before her cheek lands on my shoulder and she rests there.
“Not sure friends do what we just did,” She whispers.
I really don’t like that word.
“Sure, they do,” I shrug.
She chuckles lightly, the sound soft and sweet, “So it’s a friend’s with benefits type of vibe.”
“It’s a, call me whatever the fuck you want, but do it again kind of vibe.”
She whips her head to me, “I’m a virgin.” The words tumble from her lips, quick and high pitched.
“Okay.” My brows knot as I stare down at her face, her eyes wide and startled.
“Shit.”
“Ness, breathe,” I tap her chin with my knuckle, “I’m not asking nor am I taking something you are not willing to give. Set your boundaries, I will not cross them.”
“Okay,” She says, “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
She shrugs, “Not being ready for that.”
I cluck my tongue, “You don’t apologize for that, trouble. Never apologize for that.”
“Aren’t you disappointed?”
