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My heartrate accelerates to a rapid, uneven rhythm, the gentle pressure of his mouth against my skin spiraling through me in a cacophony of sensation. He’s holding all his body weight above me, so I can smell him and sense him, but can’tfeelhim anywhere except that one spot.
I gasp when his teeth graze the top of my breast, then tug the polyester triangle of my bikini top to the side. Cool night air is replaced by wet heat.
My back arches, silently—but not subtly—begging for more. Holden’s chuckle is low and throaty as his tongue traces circles around my sensitive flesh. Desire pools low in my stomach as my center starts to throb.
Stiff nylon rubs against my back as I run a hand through my hair and then lift my arms over my head. Holden’s exhaleis ragged as he lowers some of his weight, his erection rubbing exactly where I need him. All he’s wearing is his swim trunks, the thin fabric straining against his sizable erection. My knee hooks around his hip, trying to pull him even closer.
“Fuck,” he growls.
My closest friend at Richmond, Nova, was stunned when I told her Holden is the only guy I’ve ever been with. Laughed and said she’s bored after one time with a guy.
Maybe it’s because my oldest and closest friend is his sister, but I’ve never discussed intimate details about me and Holden with anyone. But if I had shared, I would have told Nova I don’t justnot get bored.
That there’salwaysthis thrill of anticipation and a heady rush of excitement, even when it hasn’t been this long since we were together. That the novelty never wears off.
And it’s exhilarating, hearing the desperate note to his voice as I grind against him. Knowing that afteryearsof sleeping together, he’s still this affected by me.
Holden rises onto his knees, grabbing the waistband of my leggings and tugging them down. There’s an urgency to his movements, but he also takes his time. His thumbs run lines down the inside of my thighs, pausing to circle around my knees before yanking fabric the rest of the way past my calves.
I’m left in bikini bottoms and a top that’s displaying my breasts instead of covering them. But I’m barely aware of my nudity, more focused on the clench of his abs and the bulge in his swim trunks, the shadows hiding and the pockets of light a tease.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I smile, biting my bottom lip. My knees spread naturally, letting him look his fill. Appreciating the way his hungry gaze roams across my bare skin.
They’re not just spoken words. I can feel them brushing over my body.
His hand lands on my leg again, moving upward instead of down. I moan when his fingers brush the elastic edge of my swimsuit. Trace lightly over the thin fabric until my breaths are pants. And then whimper, when one deft finger slips beneath the material.
“Please,” I beg.
Holden’s dangerous grin hits my system like a shot of adrenaline. The possessive way he’s watching his finger disappear inside my body drives my desire higher, knowing he’s getting off on this as much as I am.
“What do you want?”
He’s teasing me because of what I said earlier.
He’s also really asking.
“I already told you.” My tone is petulant.
He nods and bites his bottom lip, then pulls his hand away.
I rise up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for specific directions.”
I roll my eyes. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Did you think about this over the summer?”
“Of course.”
“Did you touch yourself, pretending it was me?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what I did, and I’ll do it.”
