His to Ruin
I bit down on my wrist, hard enough to taste copper, as his tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles around my clit.
"Leo," I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. "Someone might—"
"The fence is six feet tall," he repeated against my flesh, his breath hot against my most sensitive skin. "No one can see."
His tongue plunged inside me, curling against my inner walls, and I had to clamp both hands over my mouth to keep from screaming. The water rippled around us, my hips rocking against his face in desperate, involuntary movements.
He pulled back, his chin dripping, his eyes dark and hungry. "You're close."