“You want to come? Want my fingers to push you over the edge? To make you gush all over my hand? I told you that you were a good girl, that you followed directions so well.”
“Oh shit, keep talking, keep pumping, just keep doing it.”
She dug her nails into my arm, as if that would ground her. I grinned, watching her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips were pouted, and her cheeks were that wonderful shade of pink I adored.
“So close, I can feel it. Your pussy keeps clenching my fingers, your clit is so stimulated, so in need. Such a needy little girl it is.”
“Oh fuck,” she cried out, her pleasure coating my hand.
Her eyes slowly opened and I put my fingers in my mouth, licking them clean.
“Damn, what a delicious meal.”
“Christian?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m ready to have you fuck me.”
Music to my damn ears! And I had the perfect plan.
Chapter 8
He lifted me up once more and I yelped in surprise. Not that I minded, I didn’t. He could carry me anytime he wanted. But I was content before the fire.
He had made me come, and fast. Usually, it takes me a bit to get there, even with a toy. But not him. Which I can’t say I was surprised at.
Not to mention, the talking. Geez, the talking.
I said that man could make me come from that alone, and he did.
“Where are we going?”
“To a place that’s mine that I haven’t shown you before.”
“Well, that’s cryptic,” I told him, making him laugh. He didn’t walk far before he stopped and I looked out over the water, my jaw dropping slightly. “What are we doing?”
“Skinny dipping. I want to see every part of you in the middle of the day, then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
He sat me down and every care I had about my size went out the window when I stripped, tossing the clothing down there on the sand.
I stood before him, my hands on my hips, letting his eyes trail over every inch of skin. I fought the urge to move my hands. I knew that no matter what I was feeling, he wanted me like this, and I was not about to deny him.
“Let’s go,” I told him, snapping him out of his trance. He tore his clothing off and then walked with me into the water, his hand holding mine.
I’d love to say it was warm, and I had no doubt that come the summer, you’d probably find us out here a whole lot more. But all I wanted to do was be in his arms, because this water was a little closer to freezing than warm.
He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up once more, and I locked my ankles around his hips as I kissed him, sliding my tongue along his.
He moaned, his hands cupping and squeezing my ass, and I felt like a siren.
I ran my hands over his shoulders and his back, pulling him closer, feeling the tip of his dick at my entrance. I wanted to savor it, but I also wanted to feel him.
Feeling him won out.
I shifted slightly, moving my hand between us so I could grab his dick and then slid down, crying into his mouth at how well he filled me, even from this position.
“Holy….shit… Janelle. So…good.”
