Page 98 of Fun Together
“That sounds . . . nice.”
He glides his hands up, bunching the towel so he can run his palms over the inside of my thighs. “You’re nice,” he says, moving his caresses over my legs. “You’re so soft.”
I roll my neck to the side, relaxing into his touch. “You said that to me in my fantasy.”
“Oh yeah?” He runs his mouth over the top of my shoulder. “What else did I say?”
“You asked if you could touch me.”
“Can I?” He moves his right hand further over, almost between my thighs. “Touch you?”
“Please,” I sigh.
I spread my legs a little to give him easier access and he slides a hand into my bottoms, running his fingers over me. I place my hand over his to guide his motion.
I feel his breath against the side of my neck. “Yes, show me what to do. Show me what you like.”
A whimper builds in the back of my throat as I guide him to put his middle finger inside me. God, how is this so good? He adds another finger, and I melt back against him.
“I want to kiss you while I do this,” he says.
I turn around so that I’m facing him and our mouths come together as he backs me against the desk, fingers moving in and out inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding myself up. I rock shamelessly against his hand and suck his tongue into my mouth.
“Fuck, Faye,” he groans. “Can I go down on you?”
“Yes,” I sigh. “But I should shower first.”
“Why?”
“Because we’ve been outside swimming and sweating all afternoon in ninety-degree heat.”
“But I bet you taste like summertime.” He drops to his knees and looks up at me with a playful grin. “Like sunscreen and pool chemicals and freshly cut grass.”
I snort. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not sexy,” I say in a mock-sultry voice.
“Really? Because I’ve never been so hard in my entire life.” He palms himself over his shorts and I feel his breath against the front of my swimsuit bottoms. “May I?”
“Yes, you may.”
He kisses my lower stomach first, then lower and lower until he’s practically making out with me through my suit, still touching himself while he does it. It’s such a hot visual, I don’t think I’ll ever have trouble coming up with a fantasy ever again. It’s right here in front of me.
He pulls my bottoms down and traces a finger over my hip bone where my tattoo is. “I wondered where this was.” He leans down and runs his tongue over it while sliding his hand over me. I’m so wet, there’s barely any friction.
I can feel his eyes on my face as he slowly massages my clit. And then his mouth is on me, and I buck my hips forward, grabbing his head as he licks.
He pauses. “Yeah, definitely a hint of chlorine.”
“Stop. Talking,” I say, playfully pulling his hair.
“I thought you liked when I ran my mouth.”
“I’d like you to run your mouth somewhere else,” I say, nudging my hips forward.
He laughs. “So needy. You want me to run my mouth here?” He licks me slowly. “Or here?” Then he moves the tip of his tongue right where I want him, and I grab his head to hold him there.
