She lifts it and places it on her breast.
“Baby,” I groan, reveling in the soft feel of her.
I don’t do anything except breathe, and I’m not sure if I’m even doing that. I had my hand on her last night and she was liquid fire. Heat. Passion. Until we were interrupted. Until the world butted into something that was just the two of us.
We’re alone now. Carly and me. Just us. Only a pair of panties and boxer briefs keeping my dick from sinking into her. She’ll be so hot around me compared to the cool water. Responsive. Hopefully a little wild.
“I—”
“Touch me, Austin,” she all but begs, cutting off my last bit of resistance. “Please touch me.”
I’m strong, but I’m only a man. It’ll take more than a punch from Chance to keep me from her now.