“What was that for?” She questions, still trying to right her jaw.
Giggling, I continue stepping back, letting the cool water lap at my feet. My eyes remain locked on hers as I go, watching how her shock morphs into confusion.
“Tally, what are you doing?”
Her quizzical look is to die for. So goddamn adorable when she scrunches her nose like that.
“We’re going for a swim, dove. Why else did you think we’d be getting undressed?” I tease. Her mouth works to think of a rebuttal but clearly decides against arguing as she nods.
She matches every step back I take with one of her own forwards. Her strides are far longer than mine, and she eats up space far quicker than I hoped she would.
Hands grip my hips once we’re both submerged, her shoulders still sticking out, whilst I tread water. Damn her and her damn height. She pulls me into her with ease, lips ghosting along my temple, down my cheek until her mouth is resting above my ear.
“Now what, love?”
The whisper is so gentle, the words caressing my skin untilthey land between my thighs, fanning the flames higher and brighter.
Need claws up my throat, as fingers tease along my sides, always a hair’s width from the places I need her before moving on again.
At this rate, I’ll be the one beggingher.
Why was I dragging this out again?
“Tell me again.” I don’t elaborate what I mean, she knows as happiness swirls deeper in her eyes.
“I love you, love.”
Those words from her are like a drug. A pure shot of ecstasy to my heart, every time she utters them into existence.
“Then put those teasing fingers to good use, dove.” Somehow I avoid moaning the words, keeping some of the control I usually have. She doesn’t do so well, shewhinesas if she’s the one being touched, not me.
With a quick flick, her fingers glide through my glistening pussy lips, sending electric sparks through me. My heart beats erratically, as I’m touched properly for the first time in months. Apparently my little grinding session on her this morning, did absolutely nothing to quench thewantcoursing through my bones.
I cry out, the sound ringing out through the trees. I fall into her, my mouth seeking out hers to mesh us together further. Deft fingers spear me open, my head drops back and a guttural scream scares birds from the trees. She wastes no time searching for the spot that’ll make me see stars, as her mouth drags a path down my neck. Teeth, tongue and lips assaulting the skin there, lighting me up with raw sensation.
The coil in my lower stomach tightens, the desperate need to come vibrating through every atom of my being.
Fingers probe deeper, hitting the spongy wall that has my knees buckling.
But I needmore.
I cry out, desperate to meet the finish line that Cyrus is pulling me towards. My fingers tingle with the need to feel her, even as they rest on her shoulders– her smooth, bronze skin soft and biteable under my finger tips.
I need her on my fingers. Immediately.
Fuck being in control, there’s too much emotion beneath the surface for both of us. This time, we come together.
Gliding my palms over her glistening skin, down to her breasts where her nipples are still tight. I take the mounds into my hands, squeezing them and pinching her taut buds, as her fingers continue to drive in and out of me.
The need to get her breaking apart for me– how I’m about to break apart for her– overtakes. Leaving one palm on her breast, the other skates down her flat stomach, over her trimmed hair before I locate her soaked pussy.
With little navigation, I circle her clit twice before delving two fingers into her tight, wet heat.
Whines pour over the skin of my neck, as Cyrus works her hips in time with her throat kisses. Her fingers curling deep within me– I match her stroke for stroke. Our moans bleeding into one as we wind higher and higher.
Done abusing my neck, Cyrus’s mouth collides with mine. Our tongues dance in a messy tangle. We lack coordination but it’s perfect. Her slick wet heat around my fingers and her hot mouth melted against mine.
One hand still on her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her other hand resides on my hip, slowly sliding lower to my arse, rocking my waist harder onto her fingers.
