"Ice," she guesses correctly. "It's so cold." I pop it in my mouth and tease her clit with my tongue.
She bucks her hips, and I lap her wetness before moving up to kiss her lips, hard and long, feeling every part of her succumb to me. She deepens...
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Mason
I'm not going to fuck her just yet. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to take her back to the room. But that's not the plan. There's a bigger goal here, and I need to be patient.
"I've never done this sort of thing," she informs me as we step from the elevator into the lobby of the resort.
"What sort of thing?" I ask for clarification.
"A fling."
"A what?"
Her light eyes glance up at me as we walk out onto the main street of Cozumel. "You heard me. This is like a lesson in Flingology. Rule number one, no names." Her brow furrows as we walk. "I forget the other rules."
"Flingology, huh? Is that a book?" I ask, raising a brow.
"Just something I read somewhere."
"Ah." I glance around, taking in the lights of Cozumel. "Maybe we make our own rules?"
She bats her thick eyelashes. "Maybe. How about no personal information?"
"I like that rule." I want to kiss her right now, bad.
"Hm, let me think, Mason..." She taps her chin with her coral-tipped nail, thinking of another rule.
For a moment I wonder who Mason is, and then realize that's the fake name I gave her. I cut in, "How about anything goes?"
Her eyes meet mine. "Ok," she barely says.
This works for me. I'll most likely break every rule there is, because this woman is already doing crazy things to my body. Her pebbled nipples peeking through her dress have me ready to suck them into my mouth. But, I keep it together—barely.
"That's not just the alcohol speaking, is it?"
"I'm not drunk," she holds up a few fingers, "Girl Scout's honor."
"Are you a girl scout?"
She winks. "I was once."
Great reminder to tie the knot a little tighter later so she can't escape.
"We'll keep it simple," I say to her. "No real info about ourselves."
"And we have sex?" she asks, ever so innocently, ever so stunning with the moonlight playing in her blonde hair.
I interlace my fingers with hers. "I would never make you do anything you don't want to do."
"What if I want you to?"
"Want me to what?"
"What if I want you to do things to me I've never wanted to do before?"
I stop walking. My dick pulses at the mention of doing things to her. Filthy things. "Then I'll give you what you want."
