I stepped inside her dressing room just as she was unzipping; her bag, and my hand tended against the doorknob when my gaze fell on the bikini she had packed, but I tamed the vexation trying to take root.
The door clicked shut behind me, and she whipped around, eyes widening
“Kester-“
I didn’t let her finish.
Gripping her waist, I pulled her flush against me, pressing her back against the door. She let out a small, startled gasp, her hands coming up to brace against my chest. Her skin was warm through the thin fabric of my shirt, and her signature perfume scent-vanilla-wrapped around me like a drug
“Why aren’t you talking to me?”
She blinked up at me, lips parting slightly. “What?”
“You’ve barely said a word to me all morning,” I murmured, my fingers tightening slightly on her waist. “Not even a glance. Not even when I was right there with you in the car.”
She swallowed, her throat working as she tried to form words. “I-I was just… thinking.”
I tipped my head down, my mouth a breath away from hers “Thinking about what?”
She hesitated. “It’s nothing.”
Liar.
My fingers slid up her sides, feeling the way her breath hitched under my touch.
“Kasmine.”
I cupped her chin, tilting her face up to mine. I wanted her to admit what was really going on in that pretty little head of hers. But I knew she wouldn’t.
So, I kissed her instead.
Soft and slow.
I swallowed her sharp inhale, tasting the faint traces of chocolate on her lips. Hmm. I never knew she got herself chocolates.
Tasted good anyway.
A small sound-almost like a sigh-escaped her, and I deepened the kiss, pressing my body closer to hers, letting her feel the heat of me.
She gasped against my mouth when my fingers trailed lower, skimming down the curve of her hip, slipping beneath the hem of her dress.
“What” she started, breathless, but I swallowed the rest of her words with another kiss. My hand moved, sliding up the inside of her thigh, finding only the thin strap of a thong barring my way.
Perfect.
She jolted when I pushed the lace aside, my fingers brushing against her damp heat. My other hand dipped into my pocket, retrieving the small object I’d been waiting to use.
Kasmine tensed as I pressed the cool, smooth tip of it against her entrance.
“Kester,” she breathed, her hands gripping my shoulders. What are you?”
I didn’t answer. I slid the toy inside her slowly, inch by inch until it was nestled deep.
She gasped, her body arching against mine, her fingers digging into my shirt. “What… what is that?”
I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, letting my lips brush over the pulse hammering in her throat. “You’ll find out soon enough,” I murmured.
She swallowed as I withdrew my hand, letting the hem of her dress fall back into place. She was still pinned against the door, her eyes wide, pupils blown with confusion.
I reached into my pocket again, this time pulling out the remote.
Her lips parted to speak, but the moment I pressed the first setting, her words dissolved into a gasp.
The vibrations started low, with a soft hum deep inside her.
Her fingers clutched at my shoulders while her body tensed. “Kester…” She trembled against me, and I relished every second of it.
I smirked, tilting my head. “Something wrong?”
“Y… Yes.” Her words were incoherent as I saw her knees buckling and her eyes watering. “You can’t…..”
“I can, baby. And you, my love,” I kissed her, pressing the remote again to make it stop, “…Are going to have as much fun as I would today.”
KESTER.
The ocean stretched wide before me, endless and serene, the waves rolling in gentle, rhythmic crashes against the shore.
I had never been the kind of man to marvel at nature, but today, standing on this beach with the salty breeze brushing against my skin, I found myself appreciating the beauty of it.
Yet none of it-not the brilliant blue sky, not the golden sunlight reflecting off the water-held a candle to the sight in front of me.
Kasmine.
I watched my obsession tense every now and then, trying to walk with her legs pressed tightly together.
She went and sat beneath the shade of a small coconut stall her legs crossed at the knees, doing everything she could to avoid looking in my direction. www
Her dark hair tumbled over one shoulder, the ends damp from an earlier swim, and her flawless skin shimmered under the sun.
That bikini-that goddamn bikini.
She had worn it despite my warning. The black fabric clung to every curve of her body, leaving just enough to the imagination while revealing far too much for my liking. It hugged her breasts perfectly, teasing a swell of cleavage that had drawn more than one pair of wandering eres since we arrived. The bottoms sat high on her hips, emphasizing the smooth curve of her waist, her toned stomach, and-
I clenched my jaw.
She knew exactly what she was doing. She had packed it just to test me, just to push my patience to its very edge. But she hadn’t expected that I’d have my own form of punishment waiting.
Now, she squirmed in her seat, her thighs pressed together, her fingers wrapped around the coconut she drank from. The way her lips curled around the straw, the way her throat moved as she swallowed-fuck.
Her entire body was betraying her.
Every shift of her hips, the subtle squeeze of her thighs… She was suffering, and I was the cause.
I leaned back against my chair, stretching my legs out in the sand, my fingers casually resting in the pocket of my shorts where the small remote sat snugly.
I hadn’t even turned it up past the second setting yet.
“Kester, are you even listening to me?”
June’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. She sat beside me, annoyingly close, her bikini-covered thigh brushing against my own. I barely spared her a glance.
“What?”
She huffed, tossing her wet blonde hair over her shoulder, her expression somewhere between irritation and amusement. “I’ve been talking for the past five minutes, and you’ve just been sitting here glaring holes into Kasmine.”
I smirked.
Not glaring. Watching.
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