Page 89 of Four Times Forever

"I've been neglecting you lately, haven't I?" I pressed into the heel of one foot.

"We should go inside," Lily moaned.

Lifting her foot, I brought it closer to my lips. "I thought you were feeling adventurous." I followed up with a kiss to the tender center of the same foot.

She panted before shifting her gaze to the envelope in her hand. I smiled at her, and my cock throbbed at the reddening of those cherry nipples, sitting on top of my creamy dessert. Lily pulled out the photos, and an instant moan escaped her. Those nipples grew even stiffer. Her lower body shifted as she pressed her thighs together. Unable to help myself, my hand raced ahead of my lips, up her legs, between them.

"We can't. Not out here," Lily moaned as my hand found its way beneath her bikini bottom.

"Fuck. You're so wet," I growled, my cock hungry for her.

Her mouth fell open, and she gripped the sides of her lounge chair, a question in her eyes. But she hadn't told me to stop. I smiled.

Relieving all doubts, I locked my eyes with hers. "Besides, the louder you moan, you could pull Ryan out of his room." Fingers inside her pussy, I moved closer to lean over her, kiss her sweet neck, scented with a fruity perfume-scented body wash. "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Mmm." Lily grabbed onto me and sank her nails into my back. "I can't believe we're doing this," she breathed against my ear.

"Mm. We are." I let my breathing sync with hers, as her excitable moans attempted to break through her inhibitions. Let her heat seep into my skin and warm my blood. "I'd like to show anyone who even glanced at these tits that they belong to me. Well, at least for now." I grinned before dipping my head to kiss the soft flesh of her breasts and lick her smooth skin.

"Mmm. Matt. Fuck," she gasped.

"That's it, Lils. Louder. For Ryan," I encouraged, watching as her head fell back and she lost the battle.

"Mmmm, fuck. Ryan," she hissed, her body reacting intensely to my touch.

"Louder," I commanded, increasing my efforts.

"Oh, fuck!" Eyes shut, her breathing became labored and her utterances became unintelligible.

I grinned. "Hey, hey. Don't drop those photos now. They're works of art," I teased.

Her belly dipped and her hips kicked up. A sob escaped her lips.

I stopped my ministrations, and a wail erupted.

"Do you want more?" I asked.

Her eyes dropped to my body and she nodded. Maintain your resolve. Damn it, she looks so pretty, feels so good. I cleared my throat and moved over her. Her eyes followed my movements the entire time, and I was so ready to give in. But...

"Why don't you see how well you can focus on those while I'm with you," I said before kissing her lips. "Do you think you can do that?" I asked, trailing my hand across her belly, beneath us.

She swallowed and shifted her gaze to the pictures, her face tensing, her breath catching.

"Good," I commended before dipping my head and taking her nipple between my teeth.

"Oh, help me. Fuck!" she cried out.

Wait, did she just cry for help? That was new. And intense. My fingers slipped into her.

"Oh, it feels so good," I reminded her.

She nodded, tearing up.

"So thick," I said as I inserted another digit.

The freshly printed high-definition photos began to crinkle.

"The perfect fit," I panted as she reacted intensely.

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