Her bare skin presses back into me—soft and warm, wet from the pool but radiant with heat that has nothing to do with water.Her nipples are tight, peaked, brushing against Monty’s chest as she breathes between us.
She doesn’t hide.
Sheoffers—just willing.Ready to surrender.Willing to beours.
Monty looks down, and a low, guttural groan escapes his throat.
“You want me to taste those tits, baby?”he murmurs, his voice pure fucking sin, thick with restraint he’s about to lose.“Maybe we should get you out of here.Take you to the big bed.Make you comfortable.Let you lie back while we take turns eating your pussy.”
Vesper gasps.
Her knees buckle just slightly.
The movement grinds her ass into my cock.
Fuck.
I cradle her chin, coaxing her to look at me.Her breath stutters.Lips parted.Her cheeks flushed like she’s caught somewhere between surrender and need.
“Answer us,” I say, voice low, right at the base of her throat.“If you want something, you have to ask for it, baby.”
“I ...”Her voice breaks.Her lashes flutter.“Yes.”
“That’s not asking,” I murmur, brushing my thumb across her lower lip.“That’s just admitting you’re desperate.”
She whimpers, hips shifting, seeking friction.But I don’t give her any.
Not yet.
“You want us to eat your pussy, baby?”I ask, voice low and filthy.“Lie back and let us lick you open until you’re crying from how good it feels.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice almost breaking.Her eyes glassy.Her mouth trembling.
But I need more.
I slide one hand down the front of her body—slow, possessive.My fingers drift lower, just grazing the lace of her panties, then hovering close to the swollen heat beneath.I don’t touch her clit.
I just let her feel how close I am.
“How bad do you want it?”I murmur against her temple.“Tell me.Spell it out.”
“I want you to eat my pussy,” she says again, louder now.A little shake in her voice.A whole lot of need.“I want you both.I want your mouths.Your fingers.I want you to fill me.I want to feel you inside me until this ache”—her breath hitches—“until it’s gone.”
My cock twitches.
Monty lets out a low growl, like he’s barely keeping it together.
Vesper shifts between us, thighs loosening, her body going pliant and unsteady—like she’s about to melt right into the water if we don’t hold her up.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, kissing the curve of her jaw.“Brave.So fucking greedy.”
My lips skim down her throat, slow and reverent, letting her feel each syllable, every word I’ve soaked in want.I press a kiss just above her collarbone.Her breath catches like it’s tethered to mine.
“That’s what we needed to hear,” I murmur, voice thick with praise and promise.
Then I slip one arm around her waist, guiding her—just a slight shift in the water, enough to turn her toward me.Monty keeps his hold, keeps her grounded between us, even as I angle her hips just enough.
And I kiss her.
