I’m experiencing a wave of déjà vu as he slowly moves his hand inside my bikini bottoms.
The last time we did this, the dark of the club, the noise of the music, and all the people around us masked the noises I was making.
Now we’re in broad daylight, and even if no one can see his hand beneath the water, I’ll have to stay quieter than I’ve ever been.
When he pushes his finger inside me, whilst continuing his conversation with the girls like nothing is happening, I nearly lose it.
It feels so good to be with him again.
And even though I’d love for us to have some privacy, I’ve also always loved our adventurous side.
We’ve had some great FaceTime sex over the last couple of weeks, but nothing compares to having his hands on me.
I stay as still as I can, letting Sebastian find the perfect rhythm as he adds a second finger to the mix.
“We should check out one of the restaurants on the dock,” Kait says, and Sebastian curls a finger inside me.
I grip his shoulder tightly, struggling to control my movements and sounds, but hanging on to him as he continues pleasuring me.
“Yeah, Lily loves trying new restaurants, so that would be nice.”
Just as he finishes his sentence, he circles my clit with his thumb, and I bite my lip to stifle the sounds wanting to escape.
Just as I think I’ll either have to stop him or simply come undone in front of my friends, I’m saved by a group of guys riding their jet skis fairly close to us.
The girls turn around, watching them, and as the noise intensifies, so does Sebastian’s movements.
“Come on, baby. Give me your pleasure,” he rasps in my ear, sending me over the edge.
I lean into his throat, biting down as I come, not being able to hold back the moan escaping me.
Luckily, the jet skis seem to drown out my sounds to anyone else besides Sebastian.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says, kissing me.
I hum against his lips, feeling drunk from his touch.
“I’ve missed you as well—and your fingers.”
I wink at him, making him chuckle.
~
We’re lying in bed, Sebastian running his hands down my sides after the best wakeup call I’ve ever had.
Yesterday, I wanted to stay in and let him ravish me for the whole night, but he insisted that we hang out with my friends, telling me that he didn’t want me to compromise my time with them even if he’s here.
He told me he’d reward me afterward, which he did.
There hasn’t been much sleep, both of us desperate for one another after the time spent apart.
“How would you feel about coming back with me— or coming after your trip—and staying in London?”
He’s going back tomorrow, and I’ve been wanting to bring it up, but honestly have been too caught up in him to even think about anything else than being in the present.
“I’d love to, Sebastian. I never wanted to leave in the first place.”
He grabs my hand, kissing my palm before he tells me about his battle of wanting me to stay, but also not wanting to stay in the way of my dreams.