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“Not so bad yourself,” she whimpers through kisses.

“You gonna let me touch you, Capri? Let me feel those full tits in my hands.”

“Go for it,” she moans before taking the lead and slipping aside her bikini top, revealing to me the most luscious tits I’ve ever seen. So fucking full, they look like they’ve been waiting to be fondled.

“Fuck, Capri.” I rub my thumb against her hardened nipple and lavish in her sharp intake of breath. “You like it when I touch you like this? That make you feel good?”

“Yes, Jones. Yessss.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head, losing herself in the sensation.

She quickly shifts her head to the side, checking if anyone can see us.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Be here with me. I won’t let anyone see you, okay?”

Capri nods, relaxing into my touch. I circle her nipple and slide away, tracing my finger from the top of her clavicle to the valley of her cleavage. “It’s just you and me here. My hands on your body and my eyes on you.”

“I want you, Jones. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” Her breathing quickens, escalating to ravenous pants.

I chuckle, thankful for her honesty. “You’ll have me. All of me.”

Capri’s hips begin to rock against the bulge in my shorts, picking up speed with her eagerness. “There you go, sweetheart. Rub that slick pussy on my cock. Feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” she pants. “So good. You feel so good.”

I lean forward, drawing her pebbled nipple into my mouth, and moan at the taste. She’s more than a handful in size and so beautifully proportioned. This is going to be one hell of a week.

She’s restless and on edge, like nothing can satisfy her but the real thing.

“You’re beautiful, Capri. Every part of you.”

She smiles and kisses me softly. Something inside of her switches, her body tensing slightly. “I need a moment…to catch up…is that okay?” she asks me sincerely, making me think there’s a deeper story.

“Always. You don’t even have to ask.”

Wrapping my hands around her face, I pull her in for a final kiss and make quick work of sliding her bikini top back into place.

“I think that was the boldest thing I’ve ever done,” Capri says sweetly.

“What makes you say that?” I ask, refusing to let go yet. “Never hooked up in a hot tub before?” I laugh.

Her change in demeanor comes across as shy, like she’s embarrassed by her admission. “Let’s just say it’s been a while for me.”

“As in hooking up?” I ask, assuming that’s what she means.

Capri nods. “Long story short, my last relationship wasn’t…reciprocal in the bedroom.”

I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel defensive on her behalf.

How could someone look at Capri and not want to be with her in every way imaginable?

Oh, so she dated boys? That makes sense.

“Boyfriend inexperienced?” I ask curiously.

She laughs and slides off my lap, adjusting her bikini carefully. “Husband, actually. Turns out, he was warming someone else’s bed with no interest being in mine.”

Shit. “Surely he ended up in the wrong bed by mistake?” I ask her. “That sounds more like a tragedy for him.”

Her grin makes the restraint I’m showing worth it, her smiles and effortless laughter multiplying.

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