Neither of us bothers to turn on the light as I reach around him to the top right drawer where Camila and I have always stored the condoms. I grab three. Better to be prepared than not. “Got ‘em.”

He places me on the counter and pushes himself between my legs. Both hands frame my face as he kisses me, deeply owning my mouth. Savoring and exploring all at once.

We have the entire place to ourselves. Which makes my screaming out as Nathan’s mouth moves lower and bites down on my sensitive nipple awkward only for the neighbors.

His hands press into my thighs and move up until both thumbs brush against my pussy through my bikini bottoms. He alternates torturing me. Left then right. His touch is too soft even when I push against his hand. It started just like this last time. I make a little sound like a whine and he chuckles.

“You remember.” He adds pressure. “You remember how I tortured you until you begged me. I thought you didn’t remember, but you do, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s test your memory, shall we? What did I do next, princess?”

“Mouth.” My one-word answers are bordering unintelligible, but Nathan understands.

“Hmmm. Sure it wasn’t this?” He slips one long finger under the material.

It feels good, and I don’t want him to stop, but it’s not what he did last time.

“I’m sure,” I say finally when he stops and withdraws his finger. “You said you wanted to taste me and then…”

He smirks and lowers his head. Softly, he kisses my inner thigh and glances up, waiting for me to say it.

“And then you licked me through my panties.”

Just saying it makes my sex clench. No amount of alcohol could keep me from remembering the feel of his wet tongue lapping at me through the satin barrier, though I’m insanely happy for the repeat I think is about to happen.

When his tongue flattens against me, I groan, and my hands go to his hair. I thread my fingers through the thick strands and pull, showing my appreciation and urging him along.

He doesn’t seem to need any help, despite my attempts. His mouth covers me completely. My bottoms are soaked from him and from me. He alternates swiping his tongue along my seam and pushing it inside so the material wedges, creating a whole new sensation.

By the time he hooks a finger under my wet bikini and slides it inside of me, I’m already writhing on the counter. I’m ninety-nine percent sure his mouth and index finger are the only things keeping me from tumbling onto the floor.

The first orgasm lasts so long I can’t be sure it isn’t two. And before I gain full control of my body, he’s got my bikini bottoms on the floor, covers himself, and pushes in.