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“Fuck,” he growls, before pulling back.
I almost sigh with disappointment, especially when I see the strained expression on his face.
“Did I hurt y—”
“Fuck, no,” he cuts me off brusquely. “It’s not that, Madison.”
He glares at me, looking so angry that I’m almost losing myself in self-doubt.
“I don’t want to come just yet,” he explains, narrowing his eyes as he looks at me. “And not like this.”
He hoists himself from me, pulling up his shorts as he gets up on his knees, lifting his weight from my body and letting go of my arms.
I feel weirdly exposed, lying beneath him with my bare boobs and my askew bikini bottom.
“Let’s see if I’m the only one suffering here or not,” he says. And before I can ask what he’s talking about, I can feel his hand on the inside of my upper thigh.
“Part your legs.”
His voice sounds different now, deeper and with a kiss of welcome menace. I consider objecting to his demand, just to see what he’ll do, but the desire to be touched by him is stronger than any thought of playful defiance.
I obey and move my legs apart, while he places himself between my legs, his gaze firmly fixed on my core. I’m trembling with need when his hand starts moving closer to my middle, softly caressing the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, while he comes closer to my most sensitive spot.
I moan in anguish when his hand circumnavigates my core, steering clear of my pussy, until he reaches my belly button above the hem of my bikini bottoms.
“Don’t move,” he reprimands when I begin squirming under his touch.
I groan in torment and throw my head back, staring up at the wooden ceiling of the gazebo while I feel the tip of his finger circle around my belly button.
It has gotten almost completely dark around us, only the torches still illuminating the area around us with their restless flames. I can hear the sound of the ocean behind me, waves breaking as they meet the sandy beach, palm trees rustling in the breeze. The wind seems to have grown stronger since we got here, and even in the dark, I can tell that there are clouds above us, shielding the stars from our view. The sky was clear when we got down to the beach. I wonder if…
He hooks a finger under the hem of my bikini bottoms and begins to pull them down. I lift my hips to help him, and a moment later, I’m completely naked, except for the askew laces of my bikini top that still drape around my torso without covering anything.
He hums with approval and gets back on top of me, supporting himself on his arms while his face is directly above mine, an ominous smile gracing his handsome features.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks.
I swallow dryly, and shake my head, despite myself.
“Liar,” he assesses.
I gasp when he lifts his left hand, now only supporting himself with his right arm, and reaches down to my core. There’s no teasing this time, no slow and deliberate approach to torture me. This time, he goes straight where I want him, cupping my hot mound with his palm before he parts my lips with two fingers. The slick sound is enough of a telltale, but the grin on his face widens even more when he moves a finger between my wet folds.
“Damn, you must really be into me,” he teases. “You’re practically drooling, you little minx.”
I blush and want to object, but I find myself bereft of words and defiance. There’s no use when my body betrays me like this.
“Spread your legs,” he says. “As far as you can.”
I do as I’m told, parting my legs and thus giving myself to him and his restless hand. He moves his finger up and down between my folds, dipping into my wetness, before he concentrates on my most sensitive nub. It’s a cautious touch, the tip of his finger barely brushing against my swollen clit, but the sensation sends hot sparks of lust through my entire body.
“Good girl,” he breathes. I can tell from the tone of his voice that he’s just as electrified as I am. He wants this, but for some reason torments both of us with this prolonged teasing.
Another moan escapes me when he pushes a finger inside my channel. He continues to massage my nub with his thumb, while he spreads me with two fingers, and it’s almost too much.
“I’m gonna c—”
“No, you’re not,” he interrupts. “Not until I tell you to.”
