Page 124 of Girls Will Be Girls
“We’re dating, are we?” He smirks.
I roll my eyes at him and lower myself into the warm, still water as he watches.
“You coming?” I lean back and look up at him. “It’s clear one part of you wants to,” I smirk straight back, dipping my eyes suggestively at the bulge in his boxers.
He grins at me before shaking his head with a laugh and heading to his side of the lodge. He comes back in his turquoise swim shorts, lowering to the bench opposite me.
“De-stress, remember?” I say.
“Mmhm.” He nods with a smirk.
Our feet touch underwater as I lift my leg, searching for him, teasing at his thigh with my foot.
He watches me with hooded eyes. “You enjoying this little tease you’ve got going on?”
“Mmhm.” I echo him, continuing my slow movements.
“You gonna continue torturing me with your tits out of the water like that, or you gonna come over here?”
“I think torturing.” I smile sweetly, lifting my chest higher out of the water.
He takes a ragged breath while his dark eyes trace over me slowly.
“Move one of those triangles to the side for me, baby girl.”
My breath hitches at his instruction, and his grin tells me he notices, but his eyes drop straight back down to my chest as my hand moves there. I do as he says, pulling the right side of my bikini to the side, my breast falling out against the straps.
“Roll that nipple for me, sweetheart. Make it hard.”
His eyes are transfixed on my movement, as I cup my breast with my palm and tweak my nipple gently.
“Pull it harder.”
I do, and a moan escapes me, forcing his eyes up to my mouth for a second.
He shifts under the water. “Now the other one.”
I swear I forget to breathe for a second. His words, the way he asks for exactly what he wants, it makes me squirm a little, needing his touch. I look down to see what he’s seeing, and then move my hand from my right breast to the other, moving the wet fabric off of it.
“I didn’t say stop.” He’s smirking as I look up at him. “Both, baby girl.”
I take both breasts in my hands and tug at my nipples, forcing another moan from my lips and my eyes to close from the pleasure.
I hear him groan.
“Now come over here.” His voice is strained.
I open my eyes to see his pained expression, and I can’t help but be annoying.
I drop my breasts and shrug. “I was here first.”
“And?” He grins.
“And I was here first.”
He smiles at me — his eyes as dark as the sky — as he lifts to stand, but instead of sitting next to me, he lifts me up out of the water and sits back down where he was and places me on top of him. My thighs now straddling him.
“Much better.” He smirks up at me.
