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“You have. Do you need a reminder?” I need a reminder. I need to feel her come apart for me again, but I don’t want to push her too much.
Wyla’s head falls back, and I take advantage, kissing her neck. “Touch me,” she breathes, “Please touch me.”
“With pleasure.” I kiss down to her collarbone and unbutton the buttons on her shirt, kissing lower along the way. Letting one hand slide under her bikini top and the other pull one to the side. “I’ve fucking missed these tits.”
I flick my tongue over her hard nipple while palming the other and she trembles against me.
“More,” she groans. “Give me more.”
“I’ll give you everything, Wy.” Before she can give my words any thought, I suck her nipple in hard between my teeth then circle it with my tongue gently after.
“Fuck.” Wyla places her hands on either side of my head and pulls me to her lips again. I let her take control of our mouths, as she trails one hand down my arm, taking my wrist and bringing it to her center.
I loved how she never shied away from telling or showing me what she wanted our first night. I’m happy to know that hasn’t changed.
“You want to ride my hand, baby?” My thumb brushes over her clit through her bikini bottoms.
“Fuck, yes,” she mumbles against my mouth.
I trace down her center then pull her bottoms to the side. She’s soaked. Both my mouth and dick are extremely jealous of my hand right now, but this is what my girl asked for and she gets what she wants. Always.
I slide one finger in and she clenches around me. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers but contradicting her words she starts to bounce her hips.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” I work in and out of her slowly before adding a second finger. She moans and grinds her hips harder. “But, fuck, please don’t tell me to stop.”
A hint of that smile teases her face. “I can’t. Please don’t stop.”
Thank fuck.I curve my fingers slightly and her head falls back. “Right there.”
“Come on my hand, baby. I want a good taste after you do.”
I move my fingers in and out faster, meeting her hips. With her head still back, I lean up doing that same sucking and circling motion I did earlier on her breast.
Wyla falls apart. It’s fucking magnificent.
She pulses around me and I don’t dare pull out my fingers until she slows. Sliding them out slowly I bring them up to my mouth, tasting her.
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
Chapter 15
“You did what?!” Waverley shrills in the middle of Crossroads.
“Waverley, volume! Dear lord, do you have to be so loud?” After mine and Jett’sthingon the rocks yesterday, my brain has been all sorts of fucked up. After making out for probably another five minutes, my orgasm high mellowed out, we walked back. Jett didn’t push for more or even ask.
When we got back to my place, he helped me get Stevie to bed then left. I know Anna was there with us so I understood him not slamming his tongue down my throat but all I got was a quick kiss to the forehead and a goodnight. No, “I had fun… we’ll talk about this more…” Nothing.
I immediately called in an emergency breakfast at Crossroads and had Annabellewatch Stevie.
Waverley’s jaw still hangs and she starts to slap my hand across the table. “Tell. Me. Everything.”
“Hold on, let me tell the rest when Win gets back. I don’t want to have to tell it twice.” Winry usually takes Sundays off but Ivy texted her yesterday that she didn’t think she could come in for a personal issue. Winry hasn’t said too much about what’s been going on with Ivy which has me curious. She was supposed to come with us to the beach yesterday but backed out.
“I don’t care. Maybe I want to hear it twice.” Waverley has always been the nosey one and always quick with a smart remark. “Miss No Orgasms For Us, still sticking to that one?”
I roll my eyes and reach for my coffee. “It just was an orgasm for me, actually, so the ‘for us’ bit really hasn’t changed.”
“Nuh-uh, he was the one to give it to you,” Waverley says as Winry sets down two plates of our favorite pastries on the table.
