Page 46 of Swim To Me

“What type of fun, pretty girl? Alone fun?”

My head bobs up and down.

“Would you show me? Lie down beside me and stroke that little wet pussy?”

Something about that voice of his; the cadence, the compelling tone, the smooth sound…God.

Gooseflesh ripples across the skin of my full chest, pulling my nipples tight until my breasts feel heavy and full, desperate for attention.

Mindlessly, I cup both of my breasts, strumming my thumbs over the hard points of my nipples, pushing the soft flesh together. I inhale raggedly, smelling the scent of my body wash permeating my skin, eyes becoming unfocused.

My core pulses. I rub my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache, feeling my slick desire coat my inner thighs.

Through my haze, I vaguely register the rough tone of Grey’s voice. “Tell me I can touch you, Delilah.”

It’s not a question.

“Please, Grey.”

A gasp slips from my lips as he brazenly cups me between my legs. “Look at me.”

I peel my eyes open, finding him staring up at me, lips parted.

“Are you wet?”

“Uh huh.” Grey swipes the pad of his thumb over my clit in reward.“Fucking soaked.”

“Get your gorgeous arse over here, Delilah.”

I rip open my bedside cabinet drawer, plucking out my favourite sex toy and scramble up over him, onto my own rumpled bed sheets. They fucking smell like him – a mixture of permanent chlorine and mint.

For a second I simply stare at him, my eyes dipping down the length of his bare body, the sizable bulge in his briefs I’m hopefully going to be riding soon, and back up to his fine line tattoo, his hands, that mop of hair I like to run my hands through.

Grey’s eyes twinkle, causing me to notice the small brown fleck just off to the right in each pretty iris.

“What now?” I whisper, even though we’re the only two in my whole apartment.

His chin tips towards the smooth, silicone sex toy clasped in my hand. “You’re going to show me how you usethat, gorgeous.”

Without allowing myself another thought, I spread my legs, upper thigh pressing into Grey’s, and guide the sex toy inside myself.

My back arches with pleasure, my left hand reaching out to grab at Grey’s forearm, until I’m stuffed full. Only then do I push the discreet button on the side, turning the vibration up to level one.

“Feel good?”

“Mhmm…”

“Press it to your clit.”

Ecstasy zaps up my spine, the external arm of my sex toy stimulating my clit in the most perfect way.

I writhe, allowing Grey to tug one of my legs wider, fucking myself with my toy until it hits my spongy g-spot each time. Panting, I peer down to watch it vibrate against my clit. The wet lewd sound of my sex fills my bedroom, mixed with the whines pouring from me.

“Fucking hell, Delilah.”

One hand holding me open, Grey’s other hand squeezes his cock, thumb gliding over his weeping red tip peeking out over the waistband of his underwear. My mouth waters at the sight of precum smeared across his thin skin, a pearlescent bead forming in his slit.

Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out, moaning uncontrollably when Grey slides his thumb into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, rolling the tip of my tongue over his digit and sucking the salty taste of him.

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