Page 17 of Love at First Swim
He knew she was close and he sucked her clit back into his mouth and flicked it over and over with the tip of his tongue until she came with a rush of wetness and a muffled shout of his name in her hand.
He gave it a few soft licks until she pushed his head away and he licked his lips, and then wiped them free from her moisture with the back of his hand.
She was musky, and sweet. A flavor completely her own and damn if he didn’t want it on his face every day for the rest of their lives.
She sat back on the chair and was breathing hard, making the cups of her seashells dangerously close to falling down.
He couldn’t stand it, and pulled them down himself and sucked one pink, tight nipple into his mouth, and then the other.
She buried her fingers in his hair as he did and she brought his face to hers, kissing him like her life depended on it.
“Let’s get out of here and go back to my house.”
She nodded, and he stood, making her let out a groan at the sight of his hard erection again.
He tucked it into his belt, making the tip peek free and she licked her lips as she saw it.
He shook his head, “Not here. Come.”
She hurried and pulled off the bra, making him groan at the sight of her perfect breasts and then she put a dry bra on, and a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Then she was done. He helped her gather her tail, and she wiped the excess water from her hair before twisting it into a wet bun on her head and he held her tail, her dress and her other things.
She helped him with his shirt, jacket and boots and he put his shirt on, not wanting anyone to see his hardness.
Then they left the party together with a wave goodbye from Genna.
