Page 22 of On a Fault Line

While I want nothing more than to sink myself into her heat, out here we must be discreet. I doubt Penny cares based on her last visit to Limit-X and her inability to keep her clothes on while there, but I must draw the line somewhere.

Her curves are for my eyes only. But it’s her smart mouth that stimulates my brain the best.

We have a certain level of privacy, but not enough for me to risk anyone else seeing Penny’s delectable body. But under her flowered sundress—the possibilities are endless.

“When can I enjoy my dessert?” Her bottom lip pops out as she eyes my crotch. “I feel deprived.”

My eyes darken as I suck my finger back into my mouth to make sure I didn’t miss a drop.

She tastes divine.

“After my fill.”

“Youare the greedy one.”

“Guilty.”

Penny gives me an amused look, as I allow my hand to snake back up her sundress once again. I’m having fun sneaking around when we are up here. Pushing her panties aside, I dip my finger back into her furnace, making her thrash around on her lounge chair.

“Aghhh…”

“That feel good, Princess? You like it when I touch you under your cute dress while we are out here in the open—don’t you?”

“Yesss…”

I guess I need to add sunshine to the list of the things that make Penny horny. It’s becoming a very long list. Just the other day she tried to jump my bones in the kitchen because I was making coffee in just a pair of well-worn jeans.

Who would have thought denim got the girl going?

Penny tries to shift in her seat to give me better access, but I just remove my hand to remind her who is in control.

“Tsk, tsk.”

“More. I need more.”

“You need patience.”

“It’s overrated.”

Taking her own hand, she reactively slides it between her thighs and leans back to get comfortable.

And I watch.

This completely violates a clause in the contract, but I don’t care.

Penny’s eyes close as she gets into a rhythm. “Hmmm…”

“You’re such a naughty girl.”

“I am,” she agrees, her voice breathy. “And it feels so good to be bad.”

She builds up speed, lifting her hips off the lounger to mimic the actual act.

What a fucking dream…

But when I think she’s going to tip herself over the edge, I reach for her and pull her on top of me and my lounger, causing her hand to be released.

Penny squeals in frustration but is silenced when I suck her juices right off her finger and use my hands to model how she should get herself off by rubbing against me.

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