Lap Me Up

Heat presses against skin. Sunlight slides across the deck where Angelina waits in that bikini. The guy who showed up to clean the pool watches longer than he should. Tension stretches between them, slow and heavy, until the air feels thick enough to bite. He crosses the space and she meets him halfway, bodies already saying yes. She pulls him down and they sink into each other on the lounge. Mouths lock, tongues tasting, hands dragging fabric aside. She turns around and settles over his face while her own lips find him. The 69 builds with quiet hunger. Fingers tease and press where she opens, sliding deeper as she moans around his cock. Taste mixes on her tongue as he moves from her ass to her mouth and back again. Every touch is deliberate. She rides the pace they set, slow enough to feel every inch. Sweat mixes with sunscreen. Breath catches. She leans forward for more, mouth taking him deeper, fingers never stopping. He answers the same way, mouth and hand working in rhythm until she shivers around him. The afternoon drags on like this, unhurried, both of them lost in the heat they’ve built.