"Oh, yeah right. Like all the massages you've given me in the past? Why couldn't you just rub the oil into my skin and be done with it? Deep tissue massages are only meant for the outside layer of skin and yet you always end up balls deep in a certain place."
Now along with her smirk, Phoebe also has her eyebrow arched waiting for a rebuttal that I don't have. I'm too shocked about her being so vulgar in public. It's sexy as hell, and I don't give a damn who heard her.
"Well since you seem mute all of a sudden, I'll answer both of our questions in one sentence. We don't stop at the basics because then neither of us would get a happy ending." Phoebe's voice has a purr that translates perfectly to my penis.
"I find that I'll need further explanation." My voice comes out deeper, and from Phoebe's shiver, I can tell that my voice translates perfectly too.
"Keep laying in the sun and I'll have no problem demonstrating." The heat in her tone is in equal parts of lust and of promise.
She'll make sure I feel the pain of my slight sun burn but the pleasures of our sex will be ground breaking, if not bed breaking-ly fantastic.
Phoebe stays quiet as I deliberate.
Decision made, I grab the solid green umbrella next to my lounge chair and pop it open. I open both eyes to glance at Phoebe and she doesn't look upset in the slightest.
"Maybe next time." I suggest. Right now I just want to fuck her without my skin flaring up in pain at her touch.
Phoebe shrugs her shoulders and I stand to anchor my umbrella in the sand.
Feeling nice, I decide to open up her umbrella as well. She doesn't say anything and when I look down, I notice that she's reading her book again.
That's not going to work.
Swinging one leg over Phoebe's lounge, I sit down close to her astride her chair. Of course she doesn't even react.
But she sure does react when I push her legs open and pull her pelvis close to mine.
Book forgotten in the sand, Phoebe pushes her sun glasses off of her eyes and into her hair. Now that her eyes aren't shaded from me anymore, I can see that she's full on glaring.
"What the hell?"- Is her obvious response.
"I was thinking that even though we can't play nurse that it doesn't mean we can't do other things." I whisper in her ear. My hands slide up her legs and to her ass, I grab hold of it to pull her even closer. At feeling my budding erection, Phoebe lets out a strangled gasp.
"We-We can't. There are people-" Phoebe tries to reason.
"Fuck me." I growl before slamming my lips to hers.
A second passes with Phoebe not responding and it has me immediately doubting myself. I pull back to ask if she wants me to stop but her tugging me back in place silences my doubt.
Phoebe wiggles herself against me and I let out a groan in the back of my throat. She leans back into the lounge and my torso follows her.
At times like these, I'd normally start by massaging her breasts or stroking her vagina lips. But I can't do those because we're in public, so I grip the top of the lounge chair and maul Phoebe with my lips. She has a hand on the back of my neck and one at the small of my back. I mentally track their locations because normally, they would be in inappropriate spots too.
I shiver and break our kiss when I feel one of her hands creeping towards the drawstring of my shorts.
"Phoebe-" I rasp.
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ChickLit(Fee-bee) Phoebe was a part time college student. But that was before HE came into her life, Phoebe was a lot of things before HE popped up. She WAS; a virgin a full-time worker at the hotel near her apartment seemingly always late on her rent a...
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