Page 101 of Champagne Fizz

“There’s no way you’d be touching my pussy otherwise.”

“Did you just say pussy, Kendall?”

She blushes, as if saying the word out loud is more embarrassing than the fact that my fingers are literally stroking her sensitive flesh.

“You’re making me dirty, Simon,” she justifies, and I can’t help but smile.

“Maybe you were always dirty, Kendall, but you didn’t know it.”

“Doubtful.”

This whole time I’ve been inching us backwards, closer to shore. I reach the point where I can sit on the sand, but I’m still up to my shoulders in water. It allows me to relax the way I’m holding her so I don’t have to lift all her weight. I remove my hand from between her legs, but only long enough to show her that she can support herself by digging her knees into the sand on either side of my waist as she straddles me.

Then I change position, pushing my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms so I can stroke her from a new angle.

Her thighs shudder.

“Do you need a break?” I ask. “You can say abacus if you want me to stop.”

She shakes her head, lost in everything I’m doing. “Don’t stop.”

I lash my finger between her folds and find her clit.

“Oh sweet—!” Her head falls against my shoulder. “Is that—”

“Yes.” I ring her bud of nerves and she whimpers hotly. “Yes, Sunshine, I’m stroking your pussy and clit. And unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to push my fingers inside you and see how long you last before you’re coming on them.”

She nods against my neck. “Please don’t stop,” she grovels, adjusting her knees to widen her stance.

Damn!

Kendall pulls back to look at me, her face flushed and overwrought, red and spent like she’s been running a marathon. She already looks exhausted.

I second guess myself and start to pull my fingers from her bikini bottoms, but she plunges a hand into the water and stops me, clutching my wrist and holding my hand at her inflamed entrance.

“I want to come on your fingers,” she says, staring at me hard. “I need to know if I can handle … penetration.”

Fuck. The water’s cold, but I’m hard as steel.

“Kendall,” I growl, shaking my head like she’s an evil temptress. She smiles slightly, like she likes this new role she’s experimenting with.

But two can play this game.

Using my free hand, I take her grip off my wrist, still continuing to tease her pussy with my other one. Then I press her hand against my swim trunks until she’s cupping my full length.

“You can also touch me,” I say gruffly.

Her pussy spasms against my fingers. It’s so hot, I slowly part her swollen lips and push my fingers closer to her entrance.

“S-Simon!”

It’s a lot of sensation for her—my cock in her hand while her pussy is being opened by my fingers.

“I— I—” Her hand tightens around my cock, wanting me to know she’s ready for this step, except— “I don’t know what to do,” she says hoarsely, her eyes pleading for direction. “Show me how to touch you.”

I lean forward and kiss her softly, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth and nibbling. I run her hand along my length. “Do you want to touch me over my shorts,” I ask. “Or do you want to touch me inside them?”

Her grip tightens and she pulls back to look at me. Those brown eyes are so wide and innocent. Her gaze oscillates between desire and fear, unsure how much she can handle.

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