Out of Bounds - Quick Snap

The new position gave me the opportunity to explore him, so I took full advantage of it, skimming my hand up under his t-shirt. I could feel the hard muscles moving under the silky soft skin of his back with each pass, and when I skimmed my hand a little lower, I got a handful of his muscular butt cheek.

At the back of my mind, I considered what he’d feel when he got a hold of mine—i.e., no muscle in it whatsoever, and with a few dimples that I’d rather didn’t exist at all—but before I could pull back to warn him, he closed his hand around my left breast. His thumb pressed down on the side of it, and then it slowly moved up and over my nipple, dragging the lace of my bra with it and making sparks fly in areas I’d never had sparks before.

Pulling my mouth a small distance away from his, I gasped, “Do that again.”

With his eyes watching my reaction, he did as I asked, but this time he did it more firmly, making me arch my back inadvertently, and then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

Not stopping what he was doing, he moved the hand not working my nipple down my side, and then brought it back up, dragging the hem of my tank top with it until it was gathered under my neck.

“If we don’t stop now, this is going to go a lot further. Do you want that?” he rasped, his eyes slowly lowering to my bra covered breasts.

“I want it more than I’ve always wanted to be a mermaid,” I admitted, and seeing as how I’d told him in great detail how much I wanted to be one while we were at the Aquarium—my exact words being ‘more than I wanted to breathe oxygen’—he knew I was serious.

Looking back up at me, he nodded once, and then lowered his mouth to my nipple, not moving my bra away first, and sucked deeply, maintaining eye contact throughout.

My initial reaction was to throw my head back and groan, but there was something incredibly intimate about looking in his eyes and watching his pupils dilate while he did it, his cheeks hollowing with the force of the suction, so I didn’t even blink.

Moving over to the neglected one, he repeated the move while he finally pulled the lace of my bra down until it was under my other breast, baring the hard tip to the air, and then pinching it slightly between his thumb and forefinger. Unable to stop myself, my head finally fell back, and a loud moan came out of me.

I’d pushed my hand under his jeans and the waistband of his underwear while he was doing this, and now had a handful of the muscular butt cheek I’d discovered earlier. It felt even better without the barrier, so good in fact that I couldn’t stop my legs from wrapping around his waist and then using my hold to grind up into him.

He suddenly sat up, bringing me with him, and in the next breath my bra was gone, and my tank top was being pulled over my head. As soon as he had it clear of my hair, he reached over his own head and pulled his t-shirt up in one smooth move and threw it on the floor beside us.

The next few moments involved a flurry of limbs as we undressed each other, but then I had his bare chest pressed against my own as he lowered me back down.

The only time he’d shown any hesitation was when he’d pulled my leggings over my feet, while he made sure they didn’t pull at the injuries on them.

Now, he was a man on a mission, and I was the lucky mission.

Cupping both breasts in his hands, he grunted as he gauged how they fit into his palms. “It’s like they were made perfectly for them.”

Looking down, I watched as he lightly pinched my nipples between his fingers as he hefted their weight in the cups his hands were making.

The contrast between the pale skin of my breast and the tanned skin of his hands was beautiful. What felt beautiful, too, was the slightly rough skin on his palms from playing football as it rubbed on my sensitive flesh.

Dragging my hands down his sides, I felt all of the ridges and bumps of his muscles and did a mental comparison between us.

Because I wasn’t that tall, I’d always had to watch my weight, but I wasn’t obsessive about it so I had curves. He was a foot taller than me and had honed his physique through grueling exercise and sport. I could feel somewhat self-conscious because of the differences, but instead it turned me on. He wanted me the way I was when he looked the way he did. That was a huge compliment, especially when Cam had always wanted me to look better.