Page 91 of Make Me Dream of You

“Oh, no. No, really you don’t have to. I’m fine, I promise. Stay and have fun.” Livvy glances at me then back to her sister.

“Are you sure?” Bex’s gaze flicks quickly toward Jake.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.” Bex tips back her beer and I grab Livvy’s hand just as she stands, brushing sand off her legs.

“Meet me at the hot tub?” I whisper.

She bites her lip and nods quickly before retreating into the house.

I wait a few minutes before I get up as well.

“Bro, it’s still early. Come on!” Wood tries to hand me another beer, but I shake him off.

I’m already wearing my swim shorts, so I go around to the hot tub. It’s down a cobblestone path along the side of the house, surrounded by thick greenery and evergreen trees. Through the bushes on one side is the light from the kitchen, and through the trees on the other side are hints from the fire on the beach. Otherwise, it’s completely private.

I take off my shirt and get in the hot water, looking up at the stars while I wait.

“Hi.” Her voice is soft. She’s standing on the path in her black bathing suit, hair tied up, towel over her arm, biting her bottom lip.

“Hey,” I say. The sight of her kills all thoughts in my brain. There is only her. Standing in front of me.

She steps down into the tub across from me and sits in the water. “I didn’t know if I should wear my suit or…not.” She looks up at me from under her lashes.

The idea makes my pulse quicken. She has an exhibitionist side. The second she posed nude for me I should have known.

“You like my eyes on you?”

“Yes,” she says.

“It turned you on, when you posed nude for me.”

“Yes.”

I love the idea that her little pink pussy was wet for me the whole time I was drawing her and struggling with my own hard-on.

“You like the idea of being watched? The risk? The possibility of being caught?”

Her throat bobs, and she licks her lips, parting them, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. She nods. “Yes.”

“You want me to pull down the straps of your swimsuit and for someone to see your perfect tits bouncing while I fuck you here in this hot tub.”

Her mouth opens in a perfect little ‘O’ shape, her cheeks darkening. “You think my tits are perfect?”

I let out a hard laugh. “Yes. They are.”

She smiles, but then she’s worrying that bottom lip again.

“Don’t worry, Liv, I said I’d take it slow.” I won’t fuck her. Yet. “Come here.” I reach for her, and she comes to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I encircle her waist and kiss her lips.

Her soft, little hums as I suck on her lips and stroke her tongue with mine make my cock swell. Needy bastard.

I break the kiss and she whimpers in protest, her eyes half-lidded, lips swollen.

Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her nose and then her forehead. “Turn around, sit on my lap.”

She leans her back against my chest, wiggling her perfect ass against my erection.

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