Chapter 51

“Mmm.” Even before he lowered my touch, and then brought it back around to his hardness in front, every place my fingers felt warm, wet flesh or hair made me want to taste him, too. “We have to put a pool in at the Connecticut estate by next summer for sure.”

The kiss and fondling I received indicated Goose found my idea brilliant and erotic.

Up on the grass, my front to Goose’s back, he asked me to pull out and finish against his skin there, for tactility, as we continued to concentrate on that sensation.

“Did you feel it?” I asked, breathless and spent.

“Yes…warm and wet. Rub it all over me.” He purred when I did, grinding into my hand, first with his ass, and then his pelvis, as I wrapped five fingers around his erection. I left Goose wet there, too, with sweat, my spit, and sticky secretions from the tip of his cock as he got closer and closer to coming.