Page 92 of Make Me Dream of You

“Careful,” I say in a low tone.

“I’m not doing anything,” she says in a light voice.

“Mmhmm.”

She smirks, looking at me over her shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Wanting you, all day,” I whisper into her ear.

She hums as I squeeze her tighter to me.

“Wanting to make you come again. You come so pretty, Liv. And the sounds you make?—”

“The sounds I make? Are they okay?”

“They’re perfect,” I say.

I press my lips to the spot on her neck behind her jaw. She leans back against my shoulder, giving me more access to trail kisses down to her collarbone. Relaxed.

Under the water I rub her thighs, slowly making my way up. She spreads her legs as I slide my hands between them, and just that small move makes my cock pulse.

I rub over her bathing suit first, until she’s squirming on my lap and breathing heavily.

My cock between her ass cheeks is almost painfully hard and throbbing as she arches against it.

But her pleasure comes first. Always.

I slip two fingers under her suit. She’s lush and warm. Soft. She purrs against me as I touch her. Slow, long strokes at first, side to side, just like she touched herself earlier. Every time I touch that spot, I elicit pretty little moans from her lips.

Dipping lower, I press my fingertip just inside her opening. She stills. Her heavy breathing stops.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she says, breathing again.

“Is this okay?” I push my finger inside a little more, wondering if anyone has ever touched her here.

She nods again, gripping my thigh.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“More?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I slide my finger in to the knuckle, massaging circles over her clit with my thumb.

“Oh,” she gasps, closing her eyes.

I kiss her cheek while I continue the slow thrusting and rubbing. Her pussy clenches around me, pulling me in deeper. My needy girl wants more.

“Two fingers?”

“Mmhmm.” She breathes.

She stretches easily around my two fingers as I circle her clit. I keep the pace steady until she’s pushing back on my hand, grinding against it, urging for more pressure. And I give it to her. She’s writhing.

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