I took a step closer and then another, as if a magnet were forcing us together. My knees finally gave out and I sank to the ground, my hands on her waist. Sliding them slowly upward, I felt her full-body shiver and used every ounce of willpower I had left to keep from mauling her like an asshole. Instead, I hit the swell of her breasts and cupped them, leaning in to kiss the tattoos on each hip and then make my way north to the full breasts that fit my palms like Amelia was made for me.
“Hello, gorgeous girls,” I whispered.
“Did you just say hello to my breasts?” Amelia asked, the usual sass cut by a bit of breathiness that told me she was right there with me on the turned-on scale.
“Fuck, yes, I did. I’ll give ’em names too and worship them as they deserve.”
And then I stopped talking, deciding my mouth needed to be busy tasting instead. I took the first nipple in my mouth and sucked, adding a graze of teeth when Amelia groaned into the quiet night. The fire popped beside us and I let that nipple go to find the other. Amelia’s hands speared into my hair and held me tight to her breast. I was on sensory overload, high on Amelia’s skin and wondering how I could have turned away from all of this deliciousness for sixteen tortuous years.
My hand left her breast without my brain working out what was going on. My fingers hit the line of her panties and that’s when the jolt of lust was so strong, I felt that chest pain again. I flicked her tight nipple with my tongue and Amelia moaned louder. I took that as a good sign and snuck my finger underneath the lace like I might die if I didn’t touch her.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, pulling away from her breast long enough to curse.
She was soaking wet for me.
I stood so quickly Amelia almost toppled over.
“What—”
She almost looked drunk. Considering we hadn’t had any alcohol tonight, I felt a smug sense of pride for having put that look on her face, but I couldn’t let that sway me. I wanted to take our time getting to know each other physically.
I grunted. “You better get your ass in that ocean or I’m going to rip that flimsy excuse for underwear off you and make you scream my name out here in the open where anyone could walk by and see us.”
She inhaled sharply. “If that was supposed to make me want to get in the water, that was the wrong thing to say.”
I pointed at the water’s edge, gritting my jaw so hard I thought I might lose a molar. “Go, Amelia!”
Her eyes widened. Then she grabbed her breasts and spun around, taking off toward the water in a sprint. “Last one in gets to dine at the Y!”
I screwed my face up even tighter than my nuts at the present moment. What the fuck did that mean? I took off running after her, the increased blood flow finally getting to my brain when I was halfway there. By the time I reached her, she was already waist deep in the water and shrieking from the cold. I picked her up and spun her around, water flying everywhere. She yelled some more and I joined in.
“Whose fucking idea was this?” I shouted, so cold I couldn’t even shiver.
Her teeth chattered as she tried to answer me. “I w-was under the in-influence of s-sugar, okay?”
I looked at the water swirling around our legs—the ones I couldn’t feel at the present moment. We snuggled in tight to retain body heat, the sexual tension broken by seemingly freezing conditions. Skinny-dipping in the Pacific in the fall was equivalent to a cold shower with ice cubes thrown at you.
“We’re both in the water. Can we say we skinny-dipped and get the hell out of here now?”
“Y-yes!” Amelia let go just enough to grab my hand so we could high-step it out of the water together.
When we got back to the fire, we both sighed in relief. Quickly repacking the picnic basket, I shook out the blanket and wrapped it around us, Amelia’s back pressed tight to my front.
“Oh my God, that was freezing.” Amelia sighed as we incrementally warmed up.
We stood locked together for long minutes, our shivers eventually subsiding as the heat from the fire warmed us back into the land of the living. As the blood came back to various parts of my body, I remembered Amelia was topless under this blanket with me, which meant my lower half woke back up too.
A vibration hit my chest as she let out a light groan, and then she rolled her hips, grinding her backside against me. Amelia had warmed up enough too, it seemed. My cock sprang to life and tried to escape my damp boxers.
“Titus,” Amelia breathed, the word more a groan than actual talking.
That was all it took. My name. On that kind of groan.
Keeping the blanket around us, I shimmied out of my boxers, grabbed a condom from the picnic basket—candy flavored, thanks, Lenora—and pulled her back against me. I wasn’t waiting another fucking second to make love to Amelia if she was on board the same lust train.
Take it slow? Stupidest idea I’d ever had.
Amelia spun around and suddenly her breasts were smashed against my stomach, the headiest feeling in the world. I finally had Amelia naked in my arms.
“Pinch me,” I whispered, our lips only an inch apart.
She smiled. “I have a better idea. How about we go to that cave just up the hill and I’ll make sure you know this is really happening.”
I’d never heard a better idea, but I frowned, unable to stop teasing her even when I should have been focused on foreplay. “Ew. The one Poppy was just in?”
Her eyes got big. “No! Not that one.”
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