Adley

Our hands stop, his knuckles grazing the smooth skin under my bikini bottoms.

"You want this?" His words are laced with desire so thick that I can almost taste it on my tongue. I want to kiss his mouth but he's still sitting on the lounger next to me, his cock swollen under his shorts.

I nod because I don't want to hear myself say how much I want his hands on my skin, or his mouth or his cock inside of me, anywhere he'll put it.

He pushes my fingers along the seam of my pussy. I'm so wet. I've never been this wet before.

"Jesus," he hisses out between clenched teeth. "You're soft and so fucking wet."

I inch his fingers forward, wanting him to touch me the way I always touch myself when I think about him.

"Show me how you like it," he whispers as if the clouds and wind can hear us.

I dip a finger between my folds, honing in on that swollen nub of nerves. I'm tempted to circle it myself, so I can get off before he gets his hand on it. I know I won't last when that happens. It already feels like my core is on fire.

"Your cunt feels beautiful."

I moan from that because I knew, I just knew, that when I heard him say it, that I'd fall apart inside.

"Such sweet little sounds." He looks at my face before his gaze drops back to where our hands are still linked together, hidden from our view.

I pull my fingers from his, slowly, wanting nothing between his touch and my arousal.

"I'll take it from here." He smiles a devilish grin that tells me that he's going to make me feel things I've never felt before.

I slide my hand back and cry out as soon as his fingers touch my folds.

My legs fall open because I want more. My arm jumps up to shield my face. I won't let him see how badly I want this, how badly I've always wanted it.

"Let me see you." His free hand grabs my wrist and twists my arm away. "I want to see you come undone."

I bite my lip when he slides his finger from my pussy. I almost protest until I feel his thumb on my clit.

I bow my back because the pleasure is too much. It's a light touch that should only set me on the path to a buzz, but it's more than that. It's electric and raw, sending bursts of tender need to every cell of my body.

"I knew you'd feel this good." His eyes darken as he stares at my face. "Do you know how much I've wanted to touch this? How much I think about it?"

It can't be as much as I do.

He slides a finger back inside me and I groan from the pure need to get off.

Thunder claps an uneven concert above our heads as the first drops of rain pepper our skin.

"I want to savor this." He gestures to where his hand is working slowly, painfully slowly, on my pussy under the white fabric. "But the storm is coming."

I look down, dizzy from the image of his hidden fingers; their intent clear.

"I'll take it from you quickly this time."

This time.

He knows as well as I do that we're crossing a line in the sand that will be forever lost to the waves. We can't go back from this. I don't want to anymore.

I cry out when he slides another thick finger in me. I stomp my foot when he circles my clit so painfully gently that I can feel the edge of the cliff. Then when he hones in on that spot inside of me, I let go. I pulse around his fingers when the orgasm rips through me.

He groans out my name as I cling to the edge of the past and the unknown of the future.

***

"Ad?" His voice carries through the sound of the thunder. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."

I open my eyes. He's on his knees next to me, his breath racing a hot path over the skin of my stomach.

The rain is coming down harder now, heavy pebbles against our skin.

His hand is still in my bikini bottoms. His fingers still moving slowly over my tender flesh, making me ache for even more.

"We did that," I whisper into the palm of my hand. "We did it."

"We did." He leans forward and kisses the back of my fingers. "We'll do it again as soon as you let me take you up to the house."

I close my eyes against the now steady rain that is saturating us both.

I feel alive in a way I've never felt before. My entire body is tingling. My pulse is racing and I can't fathom how I'm going to stand after what just happened.

I shift my legs. "I should get up."

He clenches his hand over my pussy, and I grit my teeth.

Jesus.

Pleasure pulses through my body again. I could come just from the look in his eyes and those fingers kneading the lips of my sex.

"I want you in my bed when we get up to the house."

There's no charm in his words. He's not trying to seduce me. He knows I'm willing to follow him like a stray puppy looking for its next meal.

His touch is more addictive than I imagined it would be.

"We should talk." My own words bite into me, waves of confusion crash inside of me.

I should just take the plunge and race him to his bed. My common sense needs to shut up and let me feel. I want to feel again. I want it to be with him.

He hovers above me, his fingers finally easing out of my bikini.

"If that's what you need, that's what we'll do." His lips feather a trail of soft kisses over my forehead. "Let's get you out of the rain."

He offers his hand and I take it, letting him help me to my feet. I look down at my bikini. It's soaked from the rain and from his touch.

As he leads me to the house, the storm picks up intensity. The wind whips around at a pace as brisk as the hammering of my heart.