“I want to touch you,” I voice my desire.
“The clothes stay on,” she says.
“Can I move them out of my way?” I ask.
“Which part?” she questions.
I reach around her thigh and press a finger against her folds that are covered by a thin strip of wet fabric.
We both moan as I slide my finger back and forth, feeling the fabric get wetter. Then I move my finger to the crease where her underwear meets her thigh.
“Here, can I move this to the side?” I ask.
“Only if I can reciprocate,” she counters as her fingers fall to the waistband of my linen pants and the small string of a tie that keeps them on my hips.
“Permission granted,” I reply as I go back to kissing her. My finger slowly moves the soaking fabric to the side, and I graze her folds. Fuck, she shaved for the beach. My finger glides against wet, smooth, hot skin, and my dick jumps as she unties the waistband of my pants and slowly reaches inside them and my underwear. Just as she wraps a hand around me, I slowly sink a finger into her, and we both gasp.
“Jesus, Hutch, did you ever consider being a porn star when the whole football career didn’t work out?” she asks with a groan.
“Not my style. I’m a one-woman man,” I reply as I slide a second finger inside her and move them in and out, my thumb clumsily finding her clit and circling it.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “You’d have been really good at it.”
“Don’t know about that,” I reply, sucking in a breath as her fingers find my balls. She cups each one and then goes back to stroking me, bringing her thumb over the slit on my head and rubbing the liquid coming from it up and down my length. Damn, this woman is a fucking pro at that.
“Maybe you should have been a porn star,” I state.
“Nah, that seems too complicated,” she says. I scissor my fingers, pushing them slightly deeper, and I get a satisfied groan from her.
“So close,” she whimpers, her hand gripping me harder with each stroke.
God, why’d I agree to only making out? It takes all my willpower not to go caveman on her and rip off this dress and bury myself to the hilt.
“Don’t even think about it,” she whispers as if reading my mind.
“I promise, I’ll get you there, just like this,” she adds as she reaches her other hand down my pants and palms my balls while gripping my cock. Oh fuck, she found the holy grail.
“Keep doing that and it won’t take long,” I urge.
We both double our efforts as if we’re in a race. The first one to get the other one off wins.
I slide a third finger inside her. Curling my fingers, I find that spot deep inside her. My thumb continues to stroke her clit in circles.
Her breath hitches, and I feel her inner muscles start to spasm. She’s close.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me,” I urge as I double my efforts to coax an orgasm from her. She starts grinding hard against my fingers, rubbing herself while I work them harder.
“Yes! Yes! Right there!” she whisper-cries as I feel her muscles shudder and clench tightly around my fingers as liquid drips down them.
Holy shit! That’s hot.
She’s moving her hand so fast against me that when she throws back her head and quietly says my name as her eyes squeeze shut, I feel my own release building. My balls tighten as I watch her come and feel her release gush against my hand.
My dick jerks and I groan as I release six months of pent-up need all over my belly, pants, and her hands.
She grinds one last time as I thrust up once, twice more, and then we both sag into the sofa.
Her head falls against my chest, and I pull my fingers free and suck them clean.
