Page 38 of Body Shot

“You like that?” I murmur, grateful for the sound of Jordan’s voice as he sings ‘Me and Bobby McGee.’ “Because it would feel even better if I was using my tongue… right between those wet lips. I think you’d like it if I went down on you…nothing inside of you. Except my tongue. Everywhere. Licking. Kissing. Sucking on your clit…do you ever touch your clit?”

Our mouths are a fraction of an inch apart, and she shakes her head.

“You don’t touch yourself?”

“I don’t know…how…to do that stuff,” she whispers. “I was young and embarrassed in high school, and then after…you know… too afraid.”

Jordan goes into a more modern song called “Push,” from Matchbox Twenty, and I can’t help but feel how poignant those song lyrics are for Claudia’s situation. Maybe even for mine. Just in a different way.

So I keep kissing her, because I don’t know how else to show her what we could share. If she’ll just allow it.

I know she likes it.

I know she likes me.

We just have to get past this first hurdle.

Making out.

Like a couple of high school kids, where I have to watch where my hands go and she’s so innocent she doesn’t even masturbate.

“Bend your right knee,” I tell her.

“What?”

“That way, between your knee bent and your dress flowing over us, no one will see where my hands are.”

I wrap one arm around her waist, keeping her tight against me, and then let my free hand wander. Across the inside of her thigh, over her mound, up to her stomach. I flatten my hand and move it toward her hip, cupping it gently. She nestles deeper against me, and my cock strains painfully.

Jesus, I’m gonna blow like I’m fourteen again.

But her first.

That’s all I care about.

I just want to be the one to get her off for the first time.

“Get on my lap and then tilt your hips so your crotch is pressed against my cock,” I whisper.

She moves into position without a word.

And fuck, does that feel good.

Even with the barrier of my swim trunks and her bathing suit, I can feel her heat.

I use two fingers to slide over her mound and down toward her vagina. Her suit is damp, which is a good thing. I don’t want to scare her, though, so I move away and focus on her clit. It’s tricky to find when she has clothes on, but I’m determined.

She jerks and a tiny sigh escapes her, letting me know I’m close.

“That’s right, baby, press down against my cock…let me feel that you want me as much as I want you.”

She whimpers, practically grinding against me now.

But we’re not alone, and while I don’t have a shy bone in my body, I know she’ll be mortified if anyone sees her getting off.

“Shh,” I say softly, pressing a light kiss on the side of her neck. “Let me do the work. But you’ll have to be quiet, or everyone will hear you.”

“Anders…” Her voice is breathy, anxious, excited. There’s a lot of emotion in that one word, but I like hearing my name on her lips.

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