Page 19 of One Spicy Summer

It felt nice to have someone else’s hands touching me rather than my own. When he started whipping me, my God, at first I was scared.

Scared I’d done something seriously wrong.

But then, as his hits turned a little more demanding and erratic, I felt something more was afoot.

From the way his labored breaths filtered to my ears and the way he would rub the spot he just whipped after each blow, told me he likes to take care of me, even though I’m being a brat.

I’ll have to file that away for a rainy day, I think to myself as I lift my hand and let some water drip across my breasts. Cupping each one, letting my fingers touch my nipples, I roll each one between my fingers, slightly pinching.

I know I shouldn’t be touching myself like this, but I can’t help it.

Ry has got me all riled up and he doesn’t even know it.

I doubt if he knew it, he’d do anything about it, so I’m doing it myself.

My left hand moves down from my breast, over my belly button, and disappears into the water.

My legs part as I sink further down into the hot water, getting more relaxed with how good everything is starting to feel.

Slowly, my hand finds my pussy. Opening it up, I find my clit and start to rub gentle circles. “Mmm.” This feels so good, but I can only imagine how good it would really feel if Rygaard were doing this for me instead.

Without realizing it, two fingers slip past my folds on their own accord, finding my sweet spot. Opening my legs more, so I can get to the center of my tootsie pop, I get lost in the feeling while imagining Rygaard is the one pleasuring me.

“Oh, Ry.” I moan, feeling very raunchy. I should be disgusted with myself for moaning his name like that, but I can’t find a single fuck to give.

With my eyes closed, his beautiful face comes into view. He’s smiling down at me with those hooded eyes of his that hold secrets he’ll never tell.

He starts working my body with his large, rough hands, allowing me to feel them touch the most sensitive parts of my body. My right hand releases my breast, reaching up to get tangled in my hair that’s pooled around my shoulders. I’m not sure when it came down out of its messy bun, but I can’t even muster the strength to move it out the way so the water doesn’t get on it.

I imagine it’s Ry’s hand, guiding me, pushing me closer to the edge as we build toward an explosive climax. “Oh, my lord.” I shriek as my legs begin to tremble.

A deep, baritone voice makes my orgasm run and hide. “What do we have here?” My eyes fly open at the same time I remove my hand from between my legs.

“Rygaard! What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, I was coming to check and make sure you were okay. I was about to turn around and leave when you moaned my name.” He says, leaning down on the side of the tub. “I decided to take a peek and see what the fuck was going on in here and to my surprise, I find you pleasuring yourself, with my name on the edge of your very kissable lips.”

My cheeks are flaming hot, I’m starting to sweat even though I’m in a tub full of water, and I want to just sink into the water and let it swallow me whole.

“Get out!” I yell, trying to hide my face behind my wet hands.

Only, he doesn’t let me. “Why are you hiding from me?”

“You weren’t supposed to be here, Ry, this is my quiet time.” I whisper, pissed that he heard me moan his name, but he won’t let me be pissed.

“I’m not sure why you’re hiding from me, Princess, I’m hard as concrete from hearing you say my name while you’re touching yourself.” He says. “I want you to pretend I’m not here and finish what you started.”

My head whips up in his direction, “What?” I ask on a shaky breath.

“I said, finish what you started.” He growls under his breath, pushing me back so that I’m in the same position I was when he walked in. “I like the thought of being the reason you lose control.”

Before I can register what’s happening, his hand slides into the soapy water. He trails his fingers along my leg, up until he comes to my inner thigh… Then he stops. Looking closely at his face, the way his lip parts, the crease of his brow as he considers his next move. Then his eyes find mine, when a smile touches the edge of his lips.

He nods at my hand, silently telling me to put it back where I had it when he came in. That look, the heated gaze paired withthe sexy smirk has me matching the energy that’s rolling off him by the waves.

Two can play at this game.

I’m not saying I’m going to win, but I’ll damn sure go down trying.

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