She shook her head. “I think about the time you fucked me in the shower.”
“If I recall correctly,youfuckedmethat night.”
“True.” Her eyes sparkled with heat. “But on that chair in your room … there’s no question who fucked who then.”
No, there wasn’t.
“And I think about that all the time,” she rasped softly. “Your mouth on my pussy.”
I loved that she spoke her mind, that I didn’t have to wonder what she liked.
I tugged her panties aside with my free hand and slipped one finger along the seam of her cunt. She was warm and slick.
“Is this what you want?” I pushed one finger inside.
Her lips parted with a sigh, her eyes moving back and forth on my face as though she was memorizing my expressions.
We were hidden from view, and I kept her skirt covering my hand, but if anyone walked too close, they would be able to tell that I was fingering her.
“Put your arms around me.”
She casually grazed my chest before curling her fingers behind my neck. She teased the hair at my nape while I leisurely worked two fingers in and out of her silky heat. She was so fucking tight, but I worked her until I could push three fingers in.
“You’re lucky I don’t fuck you right here,” I told her, my voice little more than a growl.
“How does that make me lucky?”
“I can’t get enough of you.”
“You’re the one holding back,” she countered, whimpering when I pushed my fingers in deep, seeking that delicate spot inside her.
“Not anymore, Laikyn.”
She whimpered, her hips jerking as I teased her G-spot. “Oh … oh, fuck, yes.”
“I want you to say my name when you come.”
She panted softly near my ear, her cheek pressed to mine as she let me finger-fuck her on the beach.
“Rule … more … please.”
I granted her wish, thrusting my fingers as deep as I could, retreating, then driving them in again. She whimpered and moaned, holding onto me.
“Look at me, Laikyn.”
Tipping her head back, she met my gaze. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted as she rode the sensations.
“Come for me, butterfly,” I whispered. “Let me watch.”
“Oh, God … Rule…”
I loved when she said my name. I loved that she knew exactly who was doing this to her.
“Thatta girl. Come all over my hand.”
“Rule!”
Her cry echoed beneath the wooden structure, but she didn’t seem to care. A homeless man was not too far off the beaten path, but he wasn’t paying any mind to us.
