Page 38 of Nash

It’s not possible.I can’t…

The sudden soft brush of Nash’s fingertips over the curve of my waist while he ruts his hard cock against my cheeks makes shivers pulse through my body.

He presses closer, his nude concrete chest against my back. The room is dark. I have no sight or senses. Nothing but Nash’s heat and touch barely thrilling my flesh.

His big hand slowly slides under my tank top, his warm palm skimming over my belly, making it quiver. He sighs, pressing his lips to my ear. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

The pad of his thumb barely teases the swell of my breast, and I moan, my nipples tightening, anticipating.

“But you know that, don’t you?” he asks, fondling my breast, palming its weight. “You know how long I’ve wanted you. You were eighteen, and I was thirty-two. Do you remember?”

“What?” I’m shocked. Confused.He can’t know.I try twisting around, but he holds me too tight. I can’t move.

“Shhh.” His fingertip slowly traces around my puckered nipple, making arousal, like waves of warm oil, radiate down my body. “Don’t overthink this. Just feel it.” He starts rubbing my nipple, increasing his pressure, making me arch into his touch, my body quivering with lust. “Just remember that night by my pool because I do. I can’t forget it. Every time I come, I think about it.” He pinches my nipple. “I think aboutyou,Vale.”

“Oh, god,” I moan at the rush of sensation, at his confession, at my guilt that he knows what I did.

“You were a very bad girl for me, weren’t you?” He pinches even harder.

“Yes,” I moan.

“And you liked it, didn’t you? You liked being dirty for me?”

“Yes.”

He grinds his granite length against my backside, his lips on my ear wetting my sex and memory, “You caught me, didn’t you? You watched me jerk off by my pool.”

I moan, my mind there with him, my body here with him now. With Nash reaching for my other breast, so I turn his way, just a bit, as he palms it, taunting, “What did you see, Vale?”

“I saw you.” He tickles my right nipple, circling as it tightens, making me pant, “You were on a lounger. You had your pajamas pulled down.”

“Black pajamas like these?” He grinds against me.

God, he’s huge, and damn, he’s hard.

“Yes. Yes, like those, and you sorta had your back to me, but I could see you and?—”

“You saw my cock, didn’t you?” He pinches my nipple. “You saw how hard I was. How I was stroking it? Tell the truth, dirty girl.”

“Yes.”

“What was in my hand, Vale?” He tugs my nipple, not letting go. He dry humps my ass, and I grind it back on him, moaning as he growls, “What was I being a filthy, fucking man about and jerking off with because I couldn’t help myself? You drove me fucking insane for you.”

This is so erotic. I’ve never been this wet in my life.Get out of your head, Vale.Just this memory. Just his words. Just his touch.

“My bikini. My bottoms. I left them outside to dry, and you were jerking off with them. Into them.”

His lips press harder, hotter over my ear. “It was like I was fucking your pussy, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I pant, my nipples tingling, my cunt aching.

“And what did that make you do?” Brutally, he tugs my nipple so hard, I love it, crying out as he confesses, “Because I could see you, Vale. I was watching you in the mirror above the bar in the cabana. I could see what my lust for you made you do forme.”

That’s how! Oh my god, that’s how he knows what I did, and I suddenly feel no shame about it.He never hated me. He saw me. He wanted me and knew I wanted him, too.

“I touched myself while I watched you.”

“Yes, you did.” His breath moves to my neck, his hand drifting down my belly. “You touched yourself … like this.”

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