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He slides his arms under mine. “Oh you do, do you?”
“Mm. Definitely top of the class. I—ooh…” I lose my train of thought as he smooths his hands over my breasts.
“Go on.” He kisses my neck as he brushes his thumbs across my slippery nipples.
“I was just saying… that I… think maybe you could… possibly… I can’t remember what I was going to say.” I sigh and close my eyes.
Chuckling, he teases the tips with the pads of his fingers, then takes them between his forefingers and thumbs and tugs them gently.
The water swirls across my skin, just at the level of my breasts, enhancing the sensations he’s arousing. He lifts a hand, tucks it under my chin, and turns my face up to look at him, then presses his lips to mine before sliding his hand back down.
“You have amazing breasts,” he murmurs, kissing me slowly from one corner of my mouth to the other. “They fit in my hands perfectly, like they were made for me.” He cups them to show me, then continues teasing my nipples.
“I think maybe I was made for you,” I say, sighing.
“It’s a nice thought.” He kisses my chin, my cheekbone, over my closed eyelids, and back down my nose to my mouth. When I part my lips, he touches his tongue to mine, then slides it into my mouth.
I give a little moan and arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. But he tuts and stops stroking them.
“Slowly,” he scolds.
“You’re making me ache.”
“Good. Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of chances to come this evening. But when I’m ready, okay?”
“You think you’re the boss of me?” I say breathlessly.
He kisses down my neck, then fastens his mouth on the place where my pulse beats, and sucks—probably not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make me groan.
“Oh, I’m definitely the boss of you,” he states. Leaving my breasts, he slides his hands down my body, over my stomach, to my hips and then my thighs. He strokes down the outside of my legs to my knees, then ever so slowly up the inside to the top. Lightly, he brushes his fingers between my legs, and I shudder.
“Now, my little wordsmith,” he says, “it’s your turn to tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Mmm… make me come…”
“I need a lot more detail than that. What do you want me to do?” Beneath the water, he draws his hands over my thighs to the outside, then back to the inside.
My face is warm now from both the heat of the water and his teasing. “Touch me,” I whisper.
“Where, Sidnie? Here?” He strokes down to my knees.
“Higher.”
He brings them up to the middle of my thighs, circling his fingers on the sensitive skin. “Here?”
“Higher.”
He strokes right up to the top of my thighs, to the crease where my legs meet my body. “Here?” He trails a finger over my mound, then parts his fingers in a V shape and slips them down either side.
“Mmm.”
He lifts me up a little so I’m on his lap, sending the water swirling around us. The sensation is almost enough to make me come on its own. He parts my legs and brings them over his. Now, when he strokes back to the top of my thighs, I’m lying open and exposed to his touch.
“You want me to touch you here?” He places a finger just down from my entrance and draws it up lightly over my swollen skin.
“Mmm. Yes.”
“How about… here?” He presses more firmly, sliding his finger into my folds.
