“Yes…” Completely out of my fucking mind, I turn my face into the crook of her neck, making a low, rough sound in the back of my throat. “Such a good girl.” When I say it, her entire body begins to shake and her thighs fall open, the restless shift of them pushing my hand into their juncture.
The second my fingers make contact with the damp stretch of lace between her thighs, she goes still, her breath harsh and ragged against my cheek, fingers digging into the back of my neck like she doesn’t know what’s happening.
“Stay with me, Mills.” Cupping her pussy, I press the heel of my hand against the top of her slit, grinding her clitand she makes that sound again, the mindless desperation I hear in it going straight to my dick. “Just like that...” Scraping and nipping my teeth along the taunt line of her jaw, I nearly come all over myself when she rocks her hips against me on another soft whimper. “Fuuuck…” Her head falling back while she fucks my hand, working her slick, swollen pussy against the hard press of it. “Such a good fucking girl…”
Her hand slides itself up my chest and into my hair, fingers wrapping around the strands of it, tight enough to hurt while the pump and flex of her hips quickens, her slick, swollen pussy beginning to quiver in my grasp.
“That’s it, Mills…” I growl it against the moan, humming in her throat. “That’s my good girl… you’re so close to coming for me, aren’t you?”
“Dean.” She moans my name softly, the tail end of it snagging on a sharp gasp when I slip my thumb under the stretch of damp lace covering her throbbing pussy. “Please?—”
Seconds away from doing something catastrophic, like lifting her so she can straddle me so I can fuck us both into orgasm through our clothes, I hear something, the intrusion of it, driving a spike of frustrated desperation into the base of my spine.
Someone behind us.
Clearing their throat.
Fuck.
Millie must hear it too because she suddenly goes as stiff as a board in my lap. Forcing my hand to go still, I keep it exactly where it is, holding her in place before she jumps up and probably sends us both flying into the pool. Lifting my head, I look at the intruder over Millie’s shoulder.
Mateo, standing in the bungalow doorway, hands behind his back, gaze aimed into middle space.
“What?” I practically bark at him, not even trying to hide my frustration.
“I beg your pardon. I knocked, but no one answered and there was no privacy sign on the door,” he explains, still staring into middle space, his tone just pointed enough to tell me that he’s wishing there had been. “The snorkel instructor expected you on the beach ten minutes ago.”
Letting out a mortified bleat, Millie buries her face in my chest. I can’t decide if her reaction to being caught making out with me amuses me or pisses me off.
“Tell him we’re running late but that we’re coming,” I say, when what I really want to tell him is to get fucked and to take the snorkel instructor with him.
“Yes, sir.” Inclining his head, Mateo turns and disappears into the bungalow.
“He’s gone,” I tell her, trying very hard not to feel insulted. “You can look now.”
Millie shakes her head and lets out another mortified noise, her face still buried in my neck.
“Hey.” Pulling my hand from between her thighs, I slip it around her jaw to lift her head, giving her no choice but to look at me. “Come on, Mills. Look at me.”
Lifting her gaze to reluctantly meet mine, Millie catches her lower lip between her teeth. “Sorry…” she whispers. “I just… I never…”
“You never what?” I feel my irritation spike. “Meant to let it go that far.”
With me.
Even though I don’t say the quiet part out loud, she hears it, same as I do.
“No.” Frowning back at me, she shakes her head. “I meanyes, but—” Stopping herself she swallows hard and looks away. “That’s not what I meant.”
My hand is on fire. I can still feel her pussy, hot and throbbing against my palm. The pulse of it makes me want to put my head through a goddamned wall. “Then whatdidyou mean, Princess?”
Stupid.
I’m so fucking stupid.
“I almost…” She trails off, her top lip getting caught between her teeth for a second, frustrated tears starting to gather in the corners of her eyes. “And that’s never... I mean, I haven’t...”
It takes me a second to understand what she’s telling me. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
