Page 96 of Pandora's Pleasure
Pandora knelt to dip her hand in the sparkling pool water. She looked ethereal from here, golden wisps of her hair caught on the breeze, her big blue eyes taking in her surroundings.
I felt a stab of guilt that she’d been dragged into this family like a bright star being sucked into a black hole.
I walked over and placed my palms on her shoulders. “You’ll burn.”
“Are you serious?” She hissed under her breath.
“Give me the lotion.” I snatched it from her and gestured to the lounger. “On there.”
She rose gracefully and then laid face down on the lounger, that thong of a bikini bottom covering nothing of her firm, round butt. I slapped her ass.
Pandora winced. “Ouch.”
“Pretend you like it.” I opened the lotion bottle.
She looked at me over her shoulder. “Can’t get over how lucky I am.TheDamien Godman, Cosmo’s number one bachelor, is currently applying cream to my bum.”
“Shut the fuck up.” With a dollop of cream in my palm, I moved down to her feet and began there, lathering it on her toes and arches, working my way up her calves and thighs, and then her hips and back. Her muscles relaxed beneath my touch.
My fingers caressed her nape, my cock already half erect. “Turn.”
She rolled over onto her back with her face turned away, those sunglasses on so I couldn’t see her eyes.
Beginning at her feet again, I worked my way up her body until my fingers danced over her thong. I slipped a thumb beneath the material and caressing her clit.
She jolted with surprise. “Someone might see.”
“This is how it’s done, Pandora. We act like we believe no one is watching. That way our affection appears real.”
She relaxed again, giving a nod so that I would continue. With her consent, my palms trailed upward over her belly. When I reached her breasts, I slid a palm beneath her top and caressed her nipples.
“Unless we’re making another sex tape,” she said tersely. “You better watch where you put your hands.”
Grabbing a beach towel, I threw it over her bottom half. “No one can see when I do this.” Exploring her hips, I eased apart the ties of her thong to free it, sweeping my hands over her pubic bone.
Her body responded favorably as I secretly explored her pussy beneath the towel, finding her soaking wet.
She inserted her fingertip into her mouth and suckled it in an erotic display.
Very fuckable lips.
Her thighs went slack in invitation.
I eased a fingertip into her pussy and then another, setting a sensual pace of finger fucking her. Her hands clenched the top of the towel and her mouth parted, her breath hitching when my thumb rested upon her clit and swirled.
“They’ll know,” she breathed.
“Know what?”
“If they see a photo of your hand under the towel.”
“And what would it look like?” My thumb increased its pace, beating that throbbing nub.
She peered over her sunglasses. “I mean, it looks like we’re…”
“That’s the point.”
“It looks like we’re crazy for each other.”
