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My body takes over before my mind as my hand slides up under her flowy skirt, and I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to take care of her.

AGE 18

Learning about electrostatic attraction on Fraser Beach

Rowan’s hands grasp the edge of my tank top and he peels it upward over my head.

I lie below him in just my white bra and my skirt, feeling so exposed to his hungry gaze. No one else is here, but it’s his eyes I’m nervous to have on me. I instantly move my hands to try to cover myself a little. Rowan has been with a lot of different girls and all of them were probably thin and beautiful. Rowan gently grasps my hands and separates them, pushing them down so they fall at my sides.

“I never want to see you cover yourself, Vi, you never need to with me, got it?”

“I’m just nervous, I know the girls you’ve seen like this before. I don’t look like them.”

He makes a sort of grimacing face at me and an almost angry growl leaves him before dipping his lips to touch the spot just below my ear.

I moan, unable to stop myself as heat pools between my thighs.

“You’re beautiful, Vi…I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you right now. Let me show you…” He brings his fingers to my collarbone, tracing it, then trails them down between my breasts, over my stomach, until he stops and grasps my hand pulling it down, pressing it against the bulge in his jeans, hard and straining. More heat gathers between my legs just feeling him like this.

“See what you do to me?” he asks as his lips come down on mine.

I moan into them as Rowan lets my hand go and skims the hem of my linen skirt again. His eyes meet mine. The subtle minty smell of his breath, his navy eyes on mine and the heat from his strong, beautiful body overwhelms me. I have no idea what this is between us, maybe we are like protons and electrons, but I do know that I feel like I might explode just from his lips on my skin alone.

A million thoughts race through my head as he slides his hand up my thigh, taking my skirt with it. All the while, he kneads my flesh as he starts to discover parts of me nobody else has. The cool breeze blows my hair, and my nipples harden as he presses his fingers to my clit through my panties. He groans, and a tight feeling takes over my chest. I can’t imagine wanting anyone more than him.

Rowan’s kiss deepens as he skims the waistband of my panties and then slips his hand beneath. The moment his fingers meet the embarrassing amount of wetness waiting for him, he sucks in a breath between our lips and then he slowly lets it out as his fingers begin to move in circles against my clit. My eyes are closed but they still feel like they’re rolling back as he kisses me gently. His middle finger moves through my slit with perfect pressure and precision, and I whimper into his lips. I think I hear the sound of one of our phones buzzing, but it does nothing to distract us, and we both ignore it while we kiss each other.

“Mmm…” he groans back into my lips. The vibration of the sound sends little shockwaves through me. “Feels good, yeah?” he asks, his voice is deep and low.

All he’s doing is touching me and I feel like I could die from need.

“Y-yes,” I mumble. I’m too far gone to care. I start to move my hips, pressing the ache I feel against the pad of his finger. He presses back and slips one finger into me. My pussy clenches around it. He knows exactly what he’s doing and I’m helpless to stop him. I want whatever he’s offering me right now. A tidal wave could wash ashore, and I’d beg him to keep going.

He gently adds another finger and I squeeze my thighs together to hold him there and show him I want it. He groans again.

“You’re so wet for me, Vi, so fucking perfect,” he murmurs.

These words. Why do they turn me on even more?My body feels out of control as he continues his gentle assault against me. My legs begin to shake as his mouth moves back down my neck, his lips dotting my shoulders, my arms, the tops of my breasts. Pressure builds low in my core as I remember how he felt in my hand, so hard and throbbing. A sweet, aching coil of heat flutters in me like I’ve never felt before.

“That’s it, Vi, come for me,” he whispers. “Open those pretty eyes and look at me.”

I do and the sight that greets me tips me over the edge. Rowan’s body hovering over me, his eyes full of lust and heat. The way he seems to be studying my every expression. It’s too much. My vision goes blurry for a few moments as I come apart around his fingers.

“Rowan,” I cry out. Once? Maybe twice? I don’t know because I’m lost. I keep my eyes closed as my vision slips. When I open them to find him staring down at me, cheeks flushed, as his tongue trails over his lower lip and he gently pulls his hand from my panties and rests it against my bare stomach.

“Beautiful, Vi,” he says as his phone starts to buzz again. My eyes snap from his to where I know his phone is lying.

“You can answer that,” I say quietly. Now that my orgasm is over, I don’t know what to do for him, and a phone call helps give me time to figure it out.

He shakes his head. “Fuck no, I just want to look at you,” he says before his lips come down to mine.

“I don’t know, I mean, I’m not sure what to do for you or what you’d?—”

He chuckles as he strokes my face, kissing my lips softly, oddly starting the coil of heat all over again.

“Vi, I just wanted to make you feel good. Don’t worry about me, we’ve got plenty of time for that.” The buzz of his phone starts again, and my eyes meet his.

“It might be important.” I shrug, not really knowing what to say to his “don’t worry about me.”

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