“You are going to get me into trouble.” His voice is deep and growly.
I smile. “You could stop.”
His arm tightens around my waist.
Neither of us believes that is going to happen.
Tommy’s mouth returns to my neck.
One of his hands stays firmly around my waist while the other slides down over my stomach.
He takes his time.
Much more than I want him to.
My body presses back against his and the hard length of his cock against my arse sends another rush of heat through me.
“Tommy.”
“I’m getting there.”
“You’re enjoying making me wait far too much.”
“Very much.”
His fingers reach the fastening of my trousers.
He pauses.
Not long.
Just enough.
“Still want this?”
“Yes.” The word comes out breathless.
He pulls down the zip and cool air catches briefly against my skin before his hand slips inside my knickers.
I shiver.
His lips brush the shell of my ear.
“Cold?”
“Your hand is.”
“I can take it out.”
I grab his wrist. “Try it.”
He laughs softly.
Then his hand moves lower.
My grip on the railing tightens as his fingers slide over my clit.
“Fuck.”