Till Summer Do Us Part(104)

“Yes,” she groans.

“Prove it.”

She pauses and then on a whisper asks, “How?”

“Touch yourself, Pips, and bring your fingers to my mouth.”

She’s hesitant at first, but then she carefully slides her hand between her legs.

“Don’t pull out right away. Play with your clit. Rub it for me.”

Her teeth pull on her lip before I watch her hand start to work between her legs, the jean fabric shielding me from viewing her touch herself.

“That’s it, Pips. Rub that clit. Play with yourself. Pretend it’s me playing with you.”

“I wish it was,” she groans. “You’re so much better.”

Smiling, I say, “Then bring your fingers to my mouth and prove that you’re ready for me.”

She pulls her hand from between her legs and lifts her hand to my mouth. I suck her fingers past my lips and taste her, the first hit of the day, and she tastes just as good as she did last night. Fuck, why didn’t I fuck her with my tongue this morning? Big mistake.

“That’s a good girl.” I then push down on her shorts, because I know my hand won’t fit properly under them, and she sheds them to the side, leaving her in a pair of green bikini briefs. They rise high on her hip but cover her entire ass, and I have never found anything so sexy in my life. She’s not dressing in a thong every day. No, she wears comfortable yet sexy underwear, and I’m so goddamn obsessed. “Spread your legs and bring them up.”

She listens so well and drapes her legs over mine, keeping them wide and in place.

I take out her other breast, and then with both hands, I start playing with her. I drag my fingers around and around her nipples, making circles and watching as they grow impossibly hard.

“Please, Wilder,” she begs, the sound so euphoric. “Please touch me.”

“Patience,” I whisper and lightly dance my right hand across the elastic of her underwear, teasing her, then moving my fingers back to her breasts with a featherlight touch, barely caressing her skin.

When I catch a wave of goose bumps breaking out over her body, I do it again, passing my fingers over her skin with such light pressure that she attempts to lift her body for a deeper sensation.

“Patience,” I whisper again and bring my fingers to her taut nipples, where I lightly roll them.

“Fuck,” she drags out, her head pressing into my shoulder. “Harder.”

God, she could get her nipples pierced, the way she reacts to my touch. I bet she’d fucking love it. I pinch her nipples harder, and she lets out a long moan.

“Uhnnnn, yes.”

From that one sound, my dick presses into her back, aching for relief, wanting to play, but this is about her. So I drag my fingers back down her stomach, floating them over her underwear, teasing, playing, never going near where she wants me.

“God, please,” she says, her legs spreading. “I’m so wet.”

“Mm,” I growl into her ear. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

I keep one hand on her breast while slipping the other beneath her underwear, sliding my fingers over her slit. I love how aroused she is.

“Motherfucker,” I say as I nibble her neck, only to kiss the spot. “You’re so fucking wet, Pips.”

I slide my fingers over her hard clit and marvel at how her legs fall open even farther, how she relaxes into me, and how she tilts her head to the side, granting me more access to her neck.

I take advantage and start nibbling up the column and back down while I circle her clit and her nipple at the same time. I get lost in the feel of her, in the way I can so easily bring her to a point of arousal that has her begging, pleading for me to bring her relief.

I love it.

I fucking need it.

I bite down on her shoulder, and she yelps as I slide my fingers farther and inside her.

“Yes, Wilder. Right there,” she says as I move my fingers in and out of her while my thumb plays with her clit.

Her breathing grows heavier, nearly erratic. Her hand clamps over mine, keeping me in place, and her body tenses as her orgasm climbs.

“Fuck, yes, right there. Please don’t stop.”

“Never, baby,” I whisper as I bite down on her again, causing her walls to contract around my fingers.

“God, yes. Please. Again.”

I bite one more time and follow it with a lick of my tongue. She cries out my name and encourages me to move faster with my thumb. So I circle her clit, over and over and over again until her legs start to clamp around me, her hand tightens over mine, and her mouth falls open.

“Fuck,” she yells just before she tilts over the edge and starts calling out my name while her orgasm takes her over. “Oh God, Wilder. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

I relentlessly play with her, loving how she closes around my fingers, pulsing. I envision it being my dick inside her and how great it would feel. How great it felt last night and this morning. Seriously, her mouth is a sin, but that cunt of hers, what I wouldn’t fucking give to be deep inside her right now.

When she finally catches her breath, I lick my fingers clean.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I whisper.

She lifts up and turns around to face me. Her face is flushed, her hair is ragged from thrashing against me, and her tits are still out of her bra as she kneels between my legs and starts undoing my pants.