Page 86 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
It takes me a couple of steps to stop. Brie is still pinned to my front.
“Are you okay?” I ask even though I know I got her out in time.
“Did you just jump out of the golf cart?” she asks, looking dazed.
“Well, yeah. It was tipping over.”
“And pulled me out with you?”
“Again,” I say. “It was tipping over.”
She pushes against my chest until I let her go.
I’m guessing she’s fine.
I take a step back. The material of her dress is sheer, and I can see the silhouette of her thighs.
“It wouldn’t have tipped over if you hadn’t jumped out,” she says.
“Excuse me?”
“Your weight would have kept that side on the ground. It tipped over because you jumped out.”
“Do you know anything about physics at all?” I ask.
“Do you?”
“It was tipping no matter what, Bristol.”
“Not if you had stayed put,” she argues.
“If I hadn’t jumped, it still would have toppled over. You’d have road rash all over your left side, since you’re hardly wearing any clothes—”
“It’s a sundress, you idiot. Appropriate for being in the sun.” She holds her arms out to indicate the patches of late-afternoon sun filtering through the leaves above. “And,” I continue. “I would have fallen on top of you. You could have been hurt.”
“Well…” She smirks, putting her hands on her hips. “You do like being on top of me so you would have been happy.”
“I don’t recall you complaining when you’re underneath me,” I say.
“You also like when you hurt me, just a bit. So, you probably would have liked that too.” She holds her thumb and forefinger a space apart to illustrate her point. She takes a step toward me.
“I only do what you seem to like.” I close the distance between us. “If it gets you off, you can bet I’m going to fucking do it.” I look down the front of her dress. Even if I couldn’t see them through the sheer material, her nipples are hard and extended. She’s breathing faster.
I put my finger in the little ‘v’ at the front of her dress and pull the material further from her skin. “You know I can see down your dress.” I step forward, nudging her back until she’s against the tree.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she says.
I push two fingers down the front of her dress and capture her nipple between them. She gasps as I rub them together, her sensitive skin caught in between.
My other hand curves behind her and runs up the back of her thigh until I reach the thong. She widens her stance a step to give me better access. She grabs my upper arms, and I follow the center strip of the thong to her pussy.
She’s wet. Dripping.
I lower to move her hair and whisper in her ear, “Are you wet, Brie?” I ask. I pinch the lobe between my teeth and bite lightly.
Her juices coat my fingers. She likes that.
“I asked you a question.” My mouth leaves her ear to find her weak spot. Her neck, clavicle, and everything in between fucking loves to be bitten and sucked. And, well, it gets her off...
