Page 168 of Rewind It Back

“Always only you, Rio.”

I’m going to fucking come apart in my swim trunks with my tongue on her pussy and my name on her lips.

I stroke her two more times before I feel her come apart around me. And fuck, is she pretty when she does. Flushed chest, trembling muscles, lip tucked between her teeth.

I stand as I let her ride it out, keeping two fingers inside her and replacing my tongue with my other thumb. And I swear, I’ll never get over watching this woman fall apart.

But then she does something to remind me I’ll never get over this woman, period.

She reaches out and slowly traces the lines of her tattoo.

I slowly pull my fingers from her cunt, but she’s pulsing so hard, I can hardly remove them. All it does is make me eager to feel her tighten around my cock.

Pushing my swim trunks down enough to free myself, I wrap a fist around my dick while Hallie continues to follow the lines of her tattoo.

“Fuck, baby.” I stroke myself. “I love when you do that.”

We stay there for a moment, her recovering from her orgasm as I pump myself while standing between her spread legs.

Eventually, those legs wrap around me, pulling me into her. Opening the torn lace of her underwear, I run my cock over her center, coating me in her release, and letting the torture build. Letting the anticipation turn unbearable.

She’s still gripping that almost empty glass in her other hand, the one that’s not running over the inked lines, so I take it from her and down it in one go. Then I grip the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine to give her the last taste on my tongue.

“You ready?” I ask against her mouth.

“Please,” she whispers. “Put it in.”

I tap my cock over her clit a couple of times before I push down on the head and drive inside of her.

Her mouth pops open and I watch as she loses her breath. Her nails are practically drawing blood in the way they’re digging into my flesh, and I’d typically check on her and ask if she’s okay, but I know she is.

Sometimes we’re sweet together in bed, but sometimes the vibe calls for something different. Right now, it feels like the latter. Like she doesn’t necessarily want me to be soft and sweet.

I drop my face to hide in the crook of her neck, concentrating on not finishing too soon. But she’s still fucking pulsing from her previous orgasm and it’s enough to make me come if I allow it. But if she wants me to fuck her the way I can tell she does, then I need to hold it together.

“Jesus, Hal. The way you’re pulsing over my cock right now.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I feel her tighten even more, gripping my cock with her pussy.

“Fuck, baby. This is going to be over way too fast if you do that again.”

And she does it again, like a brat who wants to test the theory, and I fucking love it. I love when she does what I tell her to, and I equally love when she doesn’t.

Honestly, I just love her. But that’s nothing new.

When I pull back to look at her, she’s smiling wickedly.

“You’re not being a very good girl tonight.”

She shakes her head no.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard? Is that it?”

That smile turns up. “I want you to take what you want.”

And so, I do, pulling my hips back before snapping them forward.

Hallie’s lips are formed in the perfect O, and the little lines between her brows are creased.

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