Her eyes and her smile get bigger and she yells, “Andrew! It’s not funny! I’m being serious!” She laughs and I grab her, pulling her into my arms.
“All right, all right!” I say, squeezing her wriggling body against me.
“It was your idea,” she says, “so don’t make a joke out of it.”
“I know. You’re right, but…really? You have to go all Sparks on me?”
I feel her elbow dig into my gut, and I double over a little and overdramatize the pain it caused, my face strained with agony and laughter. To add insult to injury, Camryn gives me a push and knocks me over into the sand. Then she stands directly over me with one foot on each side of my waist, hands propped on her hips all authoritativelike. I keep one hand on my gut, laughing and straining to keep my face straight, though I know damn well I’m not really fooling her.
“Leave it to you to make fun of a very serious moment.” She says this so seriously that it just makes me laugh harder, mainly because it’s so hard for her to keep a straight face.
She starts to sit on me, and she’ll probably try to beat me with her flimsy little hands, but I reach out just before she does and I grab her between the legs and squeeze really hard.
“Owww!” she moans and starts to fall over but I hold her still in the position. “What is it with you grabbing my paarrr—shit, Andrew!—grabbing my parts?!”
I apply more pressure and slowly raise my back from the sand, guiding her backwards. She falls to her knees at eye level with me.
“Because I like it,” I whisper onto her lips. “Now be still.”
The mood between us shifts in a matter of seconds. Her cold skin becomes warmer, her eyes become rapt, her body compliant.
“There’s people out here…,” she tries to say softly, but my hand tightening between her legs steals her voice away.
“I don’t care,” I say, scanning her eyes first and then the plump, wetness of her lips. “They’re far enough away.”
“But… what are you doing…”
“Just be still. Be quiet.” I trace my tongue over her bottom lip and gently suck on it. I feel her try to kiss me, but I don’t let her. I move my hand from the outside of her pants and slide it behind the loose-fitting fabric to find her warmth. God damn, she’s already wet. Leaning into the crook of her neck, I shut my eyes and inhale the scent of her skin. She stays very still, but I can feel her body quivering and her pulse beating fast under my touch. I want to f**k her so bad. But I won’t yet, because I like to torture myself. I f**king love it.
My free hand drops from around her waist, and I move it to her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs farther apart. “Open them,” I say with my lips barely touching hers, and she does exactly what I tell her, moving her knees outward against the sand. She tenses up a little when I sense a man walking by not too far away, but I squeeze her again, slipping two fingers inside of her and forcing her to look only at me. She gasps and I shudder quietly, feeling the inside of her tightening around my fingers. I look into her eyes, sometimes mine straying to study the curvature of her mouth. “Don’t look away from me,” I say. “I don’t care if you feel like you need to shut your eyes. Don’t. Keep your eyes on mine.”
She nods subtly as if she’s afraid I’ll stop if she does it wrong.
I move my fingers in and out of her slowly at first, pulling them out and using her wetness to keep her clit wet, rubbing my middle finger over it in a circular motion. Every time I touch it her eyes start to close, but I stop the second I notice and she regains control of her gaze. I move my fingers inside her again, a little faster and with my thumb apply more pressure to her clit each time. Tiny moans escape from her parted lips, sucking in the chilled air around us and my warm breath as I breathe harder onto her mouth. But she never takes her eyes off of mine and she doesn’t speak, even though I know she wants to do both.
“Admit it,” I whisper leaning in to her ear, “at this point, you wouldn’t care if anyone was watching. Would you? You’d let me f**k you right here in front of everybody and worry about the shame only after it was over.”
I feel her head nod next to mine.
“What else would you let me do?” I ask and keep my lips near her ear. I keep my fingers moving.
“Anything you wanted,” she says with a gasp in her voice.
“Anything I wanted?” I rub my thumb firmer against her clit.
“Yes…,” she says and her breath sputters softly. “Anyfuckingthing you wanted…”
Her words, her voice laced with need, makes me insanely hot for her, and I’m so f**king hard I can hardly stand it. My fingers move harder and faster. Her body begins to tremble, her thighs shake trying to hold herself up. I pull away from her ear and look into her eyes again. She keeps hers trained on mine the best she can, her lids are getting heavier, her breath uneven and wispy. But her eyes widen and freeze when I hit that special spot, and I make sure not to break the rhythm.
“Don’t look away,” I say and continue to stare fiercely into her eyes.
As she starts to come, my gaze only strengthens, piercing hers in a moment of hungry lust. It’s like I can see the pleasure emanating from around her irises, feel the heat of her orgasm coming off the sensitive skin on her lips, which want to kiss mine so savagely, but I still won’t let her. And as her quivering body begins to calm, I push my two fingers deeper inside, feeling her constrict around them all the while keeping pressure on her clit with the pad of my thumb.