Page 16 of Losing Ansley

"Finish that, and then get in." He instructs. I think about it for a second but then nod.

"Okay." I agree. He smirks and starts his next set. I have to tell him tomorrow, and I am dreading it. Should I tell him first thing in the morning, go ahead and rip the band-aid off, or wait until the afternoon? Either way, I won't be able to get away from him. I swallow the rest of my wine and run into the house to change into my bikini.

I open the sliding door and step outside as he's finishing and turning to look for me. He crooks his finger at me, and I smile. Running, I jump in and cannonball right next to him, splashing him. When I come up, he's laughing and grabbing for me.

"You're going to pay for that." He threatens as he grabs me around the waist. He acts like he's pulling me to him, but then I'm being thrown through the air, and I laugh right before I'm submerged under the water. When I come back up, I turn to look for him and see he's on the other side of the pool.

"I'm going to get you," I yell and swim toward him. I cage him into a corner, and he lets me because he could easily swim away. He chuckles as I grab at him.

As soon as I think I'm about to grab him, he dunks under the water and grabs my legs, pulling me under with him. I flail, trying to get my bearings about me when he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me up. I'm out of breath and can't handle going under anymore.

"Okay. I give. I give." I tell him, and he chuckles as he helps lift me and sit me on the pool's edge. He puts his hands on my knees and spreads them a little, putting his arms around my waist and holding me close. Heat spreads from my neck to my stomach and settles in my pussy. He stares at me, and I swallow.

"You've been avoiding me." He states, and I don't deny it. I have been avoiding him. He doesn't say anything else; instead, he fingers my top and arches an eyebrow at me.

"This swimsuit looks familiar." My mouth opens at his comment, and I glance down at it.

"You recognize this swimsuit?" I ask, and he nods.

"It's the one from your sixteenth birthday?" I'm so shocked it takes me a moment to answer.

"Well, no. That one got old and ratty, but it's pretty close." I admit he rubs his palms up my thighs and back down.

"Was it your favorite or something?" He questions, and I give him areallylook. He chuckles and waits for me to answer. I shrug one shoulder and answer him.

"I saw how you looked at me and watched me at that party. It made me feel sexy even though you stopped talking to me after that. So, I made a new one." I admit. His hands slide up my sides, shoulders, and then to the strings tied at the back of my neck.

"Well, you do look sexy as hell." He declares. My breath catches in my throat when he pulls the string and then reaches around my back, pulling those strings too. He yanks the top from my chest, and everything stops.

Then he's leaning forward and pulling one of my nipples into his mouth. I tilt my head back and moan.

"I had to stop talking to you." He confesses as he runs his tongue along the underside of my breast.

"Why?" I groan out as he moves his attention to my other breast.

"Because I wanted to do things like this to you, and I couldn't." His mouth treks up my throat and to the underside of my jaw. I don't move, hoping he'll continue moving toward my mouth, but he doesn't. He moves his mouth to my ear, biting down gently, and takes my earlobe between his teeth.

"You have no idea how much I wanted you and how guilty I felt for that." His hands trail down to my hips and undo the strings of my bottoms, causing them to fall away from my body. I'm completely naked. It's the first time I've been naked in front of him. He pulls back, and I open my eyes to see him looking at me.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart." I swallow and try my best to shove down the emotions that rise at him calling me sweetheart again. It almost feels like we're in a relationship. Almost.

He pulls me closer to the pool's edge, swiping his tongue up my center and catching me off guard. I'll never be able to be with another man. No one will ever compare to Lincoln Holloway. He takes his time going back and forth between licking me and sucking my clit.

"I love watching you squirm for me. You're so wet." He inserts a finger, and I moan. He is so good with his mouth, fingers, and cock.

"Look at that." He whispers, and I open my eyes to see what he's talking about. He nods toward my pussy, and I glance down. "You're so greedy sucking my finger in like that."

"Lincoln. Please!" I beg, and he chuckles.

"I like the sound of you begging for me." I buck against his finger, and he inserts another as he picks up the pace. He leans up and takes my nipple into his mouth while he continues to fuck me with his fingers.

"Maybe if you beg real nice, I'll let you come." I groan again and bite my lip. This man is insufferable. He wants to claim me and make me beg, but he's not willing to give me anything of substance. I push that thought aside and do what he asks because I'm greedy, and he's the only man who can make me feel this way.

"Make me come, Lincoln. Please." I moan, and his mouth moves down my body, and he swipes his tongue through my folds once.

"Mmmm. You taste so sweet and needy." I throw my head back in frustration, and I hear the smirk in his voice when he says. "Ask me nicely."

"I thought I did." I grit my teeth as I move against his fingers, chasing after what I want. He moves his mouth away again, and I give in. "Lincoln, please. Please! Please make me come."

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