Page 101 of Make Me Dream of You

“You were doing great until I said something.” I chuckle.

She wipes her face. “I hate getting water in my eyes.”

I’m more concerned about water in her lungs. I kiss her forehead. “You’re doing great. Come here.”

I lean her back, head against my shoulder and glide us backward around the pool. She gets the rhythm of the kicks easily and I guide her arms up and around in correct form for a backstroke.

My fingers trace along the lines of her arms, her skin so soft. She turns her head, pressing her lips lightly to the underside of my jaw. And just like that, the swimming lesson is over.

I should have known it would devolve into making out and rubbing each other’s bodies in the pool before too long. But when Livvy dives her hand into my swim trunks to grip my extremely hard cock, I have to put a stop to it. No matter how needy I am for her, my aunt and uncle have a security system with cameras they check regularly while away.

So, I promise we’ll continue this later.

My hand is on her thigh the whole drive home. But we have to go in to the shop. And then it’s Bex’s day off and she’s around, the whole fucking night. I want to wrap my arm around Livvy, snuggle with her on the couch, kiss her freely—but I can’t.

While Livvy’s in the bathroom getting ready for bed I shoot Bex a look. “Hey, shouldn’t you be off with lover boy tonight?” Please leave.

She pulls a beer out of the fridge, no signs of leaving or heading to bed any time soon. “He’s working tonight. And keep your voice down.” She shifts a glance over to the hallway. “I don’t want anyone finding out. At least not yet,” she says in a hushed tone.

Bex comes around the island to where I’m sitting, getting real close, and points her finger at me. “Noah,” she says, somehow whispering and yelling my name at the same time. “Promise me you won’t say anything! Even to Livvy. No one can know.”

Before I can answer, the patter of footsteps sounds from our left and Bex and I scurry away from each other just as Livvy comes in.

“What’s going on?” Livvy asks, a little crinkle in her nose.

“Nothing’s going on. Want to watch a movie?” Bex says casually.

So, we watch a movie. Livvy’s on the opposite side of the couch, already way too far away, and then Bex sits right between us.

The next day and night aren’t much better.

It’s been two days, and I haven’t had the chance to get Livvy properly alone. I’m dying for her. She’s all I think about.

2Horned:

Can’t sleep

I want you

ANG3L:

I’m having a hard time, too. Maybe because I can’t stop thinking about going down on you

2Horned:

Fuck

ANG3L:

I’m so wet

2Horned:

It kills me that you’re in my bed,

but I’m not there with you

ANG3L:

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