that had her pussy aching and her entire body tingling. His touch was firm but gentle enough that he didn’t hurt her sore muscles too much. Then his fingers slid up under the edge of her bikini bottom onto her ass. She jerked.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just making you feel good.”
Oh, was he ever. She drifted on a cloud of sensual bliss at his expert touch until his fingers slid between her legs again. Oh hell, she wanted more there, wanted him to touch her where she needed it, where she ached. A tiny moan escaped her and she swore she could feel his smile. Then he bent over her and kissed her shoulder, a soft, open-mouthed kiss that had another slow wave of lust rolling through her. God.
“You’re killing me,” she groaned.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Ah. Maybe you need your front done now.”
“I did the front already.”
“Well, the UV factor is high today. You should do it again.” And he gently flipped her over like she was a doll. She gazed up at him with heavy eyes. He squirted a line of lotion on her chest, tossed the bottle aside and started rubbing there.
“Jesus Christ!” She jolted. “Oh my god, my pecs! That hurts.”
“Sorry.” He smiled and gentled his touch, but kept kneading the tender muscles. “You need to do some pushups.”
“I can’t do pushups.”
His smile deepened, and his fingers slid lower, down between her breasts over the soft flesh there. Her breath stuck in her throat and heat swept over her from her toes to her hairline.
His fingers paused. “This is crazy,” he muttered. “Holy shit, Kyla.”
“What?”
“I should never have put my hands on your body. Now I…” With his fingertips he gently massaged her breasts, right to the edge of the little cups, then just inside them…so close. Her nipples stood at attention, hard and aching, but he didn’t touch them, just massaged so slowly and carefully. She groaned again, her entire body tingling and alert. So much for the relaxing part.
“What?” she whispered again.
“I want to touch you everywhere.”
“Oh.” She wanted that too. She ached for that too.
He moved to her stomach, rubbing gently, then slipped his fingers just inside the top of her bikini bottom. “Tag,” she breathed. His fingertips brushed against the triangle of hair she kept there and she gasped.
“I wondered what you had under your little bottoms,” he said, voice gruff.
“Oh god, Tag.” Warmth unfurled inside her and her heart thudded in her chest. And then his fingers slid lower, over the fabric of her swimsuit between her legs, rubbing over her sensitive skin. “Oh dear god.”
“Are you wet, Kyla?” he murmured. “You sound like you’re getting turned-on.”
She whimpered. He cupped her pussy, so gently, then rubbed, and then his fingers slipped beneath her bikini bottom. Oh sweet Jesus, what was he doing? But all she could think was more, more, more . His fingers slipped over her slick folds. Yes. She was wet. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks flaming. “You shouldn’t…” she tried to say. “Someone might…”
“I’m watching. No one’s coming. Except maybe you…”
“Oh my god.” Her thighs fell apart to allow him access and his big fingers played over plump flesh, sending pleasure tingling through her veins. “You can’t…”
He bent over her, fingers still between her legs, brushing over her clit, and he kissed her mouth, his head blocking the sun. “Kyla.” His mouth opened on hers, his tongue licked her bottom lip. Oh god, oh god, pleasure hummed and buzzed where his fingers touched her, and heat slid over her body from his kiss. She lifted her arms to reach for him and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
“Tag, oh god, Tag…” Everything tightened into a sharp point of pleasure that shattered then and she gave a little cry against his mouth as he gave her the orgasm.
She lay there panting in the sun, letting him brush his mouth over her cheek, her jaw.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just making you feel good.”
Oh, was he ever. She drifted on a cloud of sensual bliss at his expert touch until his fingers slid between her legs again. Oh hell, she wanted more there, wanted him to touch her where she needed it, where she ached. A tiny moan escaped her and she swore she could feel his smile. Then he bent over her and kissed her shoulder, a soft, open-mouthed kiss that had another slow wave of lust rolling through her. God.
“You’re killing me,” she groaned.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Ah. Maybe you need your front done now.”
“I did the front already.”
“Well, the UV factor is high today. You should do it again.” And he gently flipped her over like she was a doll. She gazed up at him with heavy eyes. He squirted a line of lotion on her chest, tossed the bottle aside and started rubbing there.
“Jesus Christ!” She jolted. “Oh my god, my pecs! That hurts.”
“Sorry.” He smiled and gentled his touch, but kept kneading the tender muscles. “You need to do some pushups.”
“I can’t do pushups.”
His smile deepened, and his fingers slid lower, down between her breasts over the soft flesh there. Her breath stuck in her throat and heat swept over her from her toes to her hairline.
His fingers paused. “This is crazy,” he muttered. “Holy shit, Kyla.”
“What?”
“I should never have put my hands on your body. Now I…” With his fingertips he gently massaged her breasts, right to the edge of the little cups, then just inside them…so close. Her nipples stood at attention, hard and aching, but he didn’t touch them, just massaged so slowly and carefully. She groaned again, her entire body tingling and alert. So much for the relaxing part.
“What?” she whispered again.
“I want to touch you everywhere.”
“Oh.” She wanted that too. She ached for that too.
He moved to her stomach, rubbing gently, then slipped his fingers just inside the top of her bikini bottom. “Tag,” she breathed. His fingertips brushed against the triangle of hair she kept there and she gasped.
“I wondered what you had under your little bottoms,” he said, voice gruff.
“Oh god, Tag.” Warmth unfurled inside her and her heart thudded in her chest. And then his fingers slid lower, over the fabric of her swimsuit between her legs, rubbing over her sensitive skin. “Oh dear god.”
“Are you wet, Kyla?” he murmured. “You sound like you’re getting turned-on.”
She whimpered. He cupped her pussy, so gently, then rubbed, and then his fingers slipped beneath her bikini bottom. Oh sweet Jesus, what was he doing? But all she could think was more, more, more . His fingers slipped over her slick folds. Yes. She was wet. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks flaming. “You shouldn’t…” she tried to say. “Someone might…”
“I’m watching. No one’s coming. Except maybe you…”
“Oh my god.” Her thighs fell apart to allow him access and his big fingers played over plump flesh, sending pleasure tingling through her veins. “You can’t…”
He bent over her, fingers still between her legs, brushing over her clit, and he kissed her mouth, his head blocking the sun. “Kyla.” His mouth opened on hers, his tongue licked her bottom lip. Oh god, oh god, pleasure hummed and buzzed where his fingers touched her, and heat slid over her body from his kiss. She lifted her arms to reach for him and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
“Tag, oh god, Tag…” Everything tightened into a sharp point of pleasure that shattered then and she gave a little cry against his mouth as he gave her the orgasm.
She lay there panting in the sun, letting him brush his mouth over her cheek, her jaw.
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