My thumb brushes over her nipple. She whimpers, her finger still playing with the sensitive head of my cock.
“All I ever think about is you touching me,” she confesses.
“Hmm.” I pinch her nipple before dipping my head down to wrap my lips around it.
I pull it through my teeth, sucking it back between my lips. She leans back, giving me better access. My other hand finds the string of her bottoms and loosens it. She shifts, her hand moving out of my shorts to grip my shoulder. I let go of her nipple.
“Lift up for me, baby.”
She obeys, raising her hips. I yank the bottoms off impatiently. I allow myself to look down over her full breasts, the pinch of her waist, and the flare of her hips. Her pussy is clean-shaven and slightly swollen with arousal. I exhale, forcing myself to slow down.
“I wanna eat you out right now, but I don’t think this rock is big enough for that.”
She shakes her head. “No. I want your dick in me—now.”
“You’re a demanding little thing today.” I grin, pulling my swim trunks down.
Her eyes drop to my dick, and she bites her lip hungrily.
I’m so gone for this woman.
chapter thirty-six
Summer
Ididn’t know a dick could be beautiful until I saw Dayton’s. I want to feel it in the back of my throat.
“Maybe later, Cupcake. For now, I need you to find a comfortable spot on this rock for me to put it in you.”
Shit. I said that out loud.
My cheeks heat as I lean back, scooting over until I find a smooth spot. He lies on his side beside me, his fingers reaching between my legs. He brushes over my swollen clit, spreading my arousal around the sensitive bud. I jerk up away from the contact.
I’m still not used to him touching me, and sometimes, it’s just too much. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my wet hair.
“There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“Then do them. I’m ready,” I pant.
His thumb is lazily circling my clit. I wish I hadn’t reacted the way I did because then he’d probably already be touching me where I need it.
“I need to warm you up, stretch you out a little bit.”
His finger slides farther down to my entrance. I try to relax. My butt is halfway underwater. He pushes the tip of hisfinger inside me while his thumb moves up to brush over my clit. I wrap one arm around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
His body is so big; he barely fits on the rock. I shut my eyes, my mouth drifting open as he pushes in farther and curls his finger, grazing against my inner walls. I cry out.
“Dayton …”
He nibbles my ear. “You can be as loud as you want, baby.”
The pressure in my lower belly is already building. He’s murmuring in my ear, telling me how pretty I look, how tempting I am to him and always have been. I’m growing more sensitive with each time his thumb moves to the side and his finger curls.
“I want you to come on my hand, okay? Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
It feels so good; I want to cry. He increases the pressure on my clit, and my thighs clench around his hand. I open my eyes to watch what he’s doing to me. The sight of his muscled arm buried between my legs sends me over the edge. I cry out his name, panting and coming on his fingers.
“Dayton! Fuck, it feels good.”
