“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.