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“Yes?” I ask, playing coy.
“You could’ve warned me,” Robbie practically chokes out, gently pushing my thigh further open.
I pull my lower lip into my mouth, fighting my grin. “Oh, did I not wear panties with my tights today? Sorry, I guess I forgot.”
Without warning, Robbie drags the pad of his thumb over my pantyhose covered slit from bottom to top, the thin mesh-like fabric clinging to my damp center and firing off every nerve signal in my body.
I have to bite down on my knuckle to keep from crying out, my body feeling so raw and sensitive.
Robbie leans down, and I can feel his breath fanning over my inner thighs, making me shake. His eyes are glued to my core for several painfully long seconds before they flick up to me, something animalistic in them. He wets his lips before saying my name, his voice a low growl.
“Cooper?”
“Y–yes?”
Both of his hands slide languidly up my thighs, keeping them separated as my body reflexively fights to clamp them together. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, Robbie tilts his head, pinching the thin fabric of my pantyhose between two of his fingers and pulling up just slightly. “Are you particularly attached to these?”
My brows pinch. “My tights? Well, not exactly–”
The sound of ripping fabric shoots through the air as Robbie hooks his finger against the flimsy material, tearing the hem right down my center.
“Robbie!” I hiss out, my hips bucking as the cool air unexpectedly hit my exposed flesh.
“I gave you a chance to stop me,” he says evenly, tearing the hole wider with each of his hands.
Something between a gasp and a giggle comes out of me as I kick my feet. “You didn’t really give me much time to think.”
“Sorry, baby,” Robbie mutters, licking his lips. “Let me give you more time to decide if you’d like me to stop what I’m doing next.”
“What are you–”
My voice gets stuck in my throat at the firm press of Robbie’s flat tongue against me, swiping up the seam of my core at a pace so slow that he has me seeing stars. When he finally reaches the top, he fastens his mouth over my bundle of nerves, giving it a gentle suck and causing me to let out a deep moan.
“Was that enough time for you, baby?” Robbie drawls, swiping over the wetness covering his lips with two of his fingers.
“N–no,” I shake my head. “I think I’m still deciding.”
“Thank God,” Robbie groans, sucking the same two fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them before reaching down and sinking them into me.
I feel a kick in my lower belly, my hips jerking off the ground and rocking into Robbie’s touch. “Oh– Oh my…Robbie.”
He takes his time, pumping his fingers in and out of me like he has all day. He sinks down resting his head against my thigh as he watches what he does to me, his gaze constantly flicking between my face and where he enters me, biting down on his lower lip like it’s taking everything in him to restrain himself.
My hands are everywhere, gripping the blanket at my side, tugging at my skirt around my waist, and sweeping down to claw at Robbie’s arms in any way I can. I keep almost going for his hair, the desire so strong and so reflexive to run my fingers through it and tug at the strands. But every time I start to reach for him, I pull back, going for anything else.
Robbie turns his head to the side, nipping at my sensitive skin while curling his fingers inside of me, and I think I’m going to lose it.
“Robbie,” I choke out.
“Yes, Cooper?” he mumbles casually, reaching his other hand up and pressing his thumb against my mound.
“I–” I gasp.
He ducks his head, replacing his thumb with his tongue, and I nearly scream.
“Robbie– Dammit.Please!” I cry.
Robbie shoots up, looming over me and pressing his lips to mine. One hand pushing my hair out of my face while the hand stays right where it’s been. “Please what, baby?”
