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My eyes drag up her gorgeous body. I find it amusing that she’s not shy about her body, but she’s shy in telling me what she wants.
She lets out an adorable groan. “Fine. Lick my pussy.” Her voice is a quiet rasp and filled with authority that sparks something inside me, a cross between victory and a visceral reaction to her demand. That I’m meant to please her.
I devour her mercilessly. She rocks against my mouth and fingers while biting her bottom lip to hold back her whimpers. I can’t get enough to satisfy my insatiable hunger for her. Her release builds, her body tenses.
Yanking my board shorts down, I grip my cock and pump in unison with the rhythm of my tongue on her throbbing clit.
Pleasure explodes through her body, and I drink in her sweet taste. It pulls me over the cliff with her and I release in my hand.
Grabbing the towel, I clean up and then plop down at her side to catch my breath.
“Wow,” she murmurs. I roll my head and her chest rises and falls.
Her cheeks are a shade of pink and her hair wild from writhing under me so much. I want to tattoo this moment to memory.
She’s fucking perfect.
I can’t help but lean over and bite her exposed nipple. “Don’t make me wait so long next time.”
I consider a repeat performance but then change my mind. When I taste her again, I won’t stop there. Instead of using my hand, I’ll be deep inside her and she won’t be able to be quiet. I slide the triangles back in their place and she ties her bottoms together.
“I’ll try not to,” she muses.
When she scoots out of the enclosed cabana, I reach out and grab her hand. “Why are you running out of here so fast?”
Did I just spew that? Usually I’m the one taking off. But it’s the surprising sense of loss making me cling to her. Holy shit. I’m turning into a woman.
She looks over her shoulder and shrugs. “I didn’t want to crowd your space.”
“Whiskey, if I wanted you to leave, you’d know.” She spins on her ass, stretching her toned legs out, her toe brushes against my hip. I pick her foot up and start massaging it, digging my thumb into her arch. She moans, leaning on her elbows.
“Ball Boy, you’re spoiling me.”
“My way of saying thank you for hangin’ with me.” I skip the part that I’m desperate to make her stay. “So, did you find out what happened to your canoe?”
“It’s weird. When Dante pulled up to my dock, it was there.”
My eyes widen. Herman’s warnings come back full tilt. I shake the idea out of my thoughts. There has to be a valid reason. “Do you know how it got there?”
She sighs and shrugs. “Dante thinks it might have got loose somehow and drifted away. Whoever found it knew it was mine, so they returned it.” See, valid reason. It’s possible.
“Did your dad say anything?”
She twists her lips and shakes her head. “When I saw him, he acted like I had been home all morning.”
“That’s good.” An image of me as a teenager attaches to a memory, and it makes me wonder if it was her dad. “One night I snuck out of the house with some friends to TP a neighbor's house. The next morning when I woke up, there was a package of toilet paper on the floor next to my bedroom door. No note. Nothing. I knew I was busted.”
I hope I’m wrong. A shiver runs up my spine. That’s the last thing I need… dealing with a crazy father.
She flashes a confused expression. “How do you teepee a house?” she asks, making the two letters sound like words.
I laugh, switching feet to rub the other one. “It’s where you throw toilet paper all over the front of a house and their trees. It’s a silly prank. Did you do any stupid stuff when you were a kid?”
She searches her memory, glancing up to the canopy. “I can’t think of any. If the teenagers I knew did anything stupid, I wasn’t a part of it. The most rebellious thing I did was…” She pauses, squeezing her eyes shut with an expression of guilt. “Well, never mind.”
“Foreigners?” I guess and she nods, not wanting to look at me.
“Fuck, Whiskey. I’m not going to judge you for that.” Her lips quirk up to a slight smile and it kills me to see how hard she is on herself. “Okay, tell me things you did do.”
