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Fuck, she feels so good.

We’re half in the pool and half out, but I can still touch, so I walk her back to the wall, never breaking the kiss.

It grows more frantic, messier. Tongues collide, moans grow louder with every grind of her hips. Water splashes each time I press her harder into the wall.

As much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t want the first time I fuck her to be in the pool.

“Let’s move into the cottage,” I say.

She nods.

I grab her hips and lift her to sit on the edge of the pool. She moves one foot to stand, but I stop her, legs spread in front of me. All I have to do is strip these bottoms off, and she’s bare for me.

“I thought you wanted to go to the bedroom.”

“I do, but I’m going to eat your pussy out here first, Sunny. Strip.”

She gasps, but it doesn’t take her long to comply.

In seconds, I’ve pulled her bottoms off and moved her to the very edge.

I’m going to have to make this quick. If anyone were to walk up right now, they’d see her spread open, and no one gets to see this but me.

I suck on her center as if my life depends on it, my tongue lapping against her frantically.

“Oh, god,” she says, one hand coming to the back of my head. Her hips lift off the ground; I reach out to put my arm across her hips to hold her in place.

Then, with the other hand, while my tongue stays busy, I press two fingers to her clit and circle them with just the right amount of pressure.

“Holy shit, oh, oh, oh, I’m coming, Preston,” she calls out, and I don’t let up until she starts to crawl backward.

“Go inside and take the rest of your swimsuit off,” I command.

She nods.

“Good girl.”

I follow behind her, untying my shorts as I walk.

She drops her top to the floor as soon as I slide the cottage patio doors closed, her eyes watching me.

“Everything okay?”

“Yep.”

She climbs into bed.

“You know,” I start, pushing my shorts down, “I had my mouth on your pussy and then rubbed that same pussy all over my cock, and you came on my tongue just a moment ago. Seeing me naked should be nothing.”

Her mouth drops open, and I brace for the fight. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so blunt.

“Trust me, Preston, that”—she points at my cock—“is not nothing. It’s … it’s …”

And then she smiles instead of finishing her sentence.

I move fast, nudge her legs apart with my knee and then push my erection against her.

I press my lips to her neck to get her to stop thinking. Only this time, I let them trail down her neck to her chest.