Ryan continues... "... but not yet. I'm still enjoying myself. I'd like to lick you out, but I think I'd drown one or other of us if I tried. No matter. This is almost as good. Better in some ways. I have a better view." The glass tilts, tipping glacial water over my navel, to flow down my belly, dribbling into the dark curls at the vee of my thighs.
"Christ!" Lurching forward, my arms fling down and out. "Ryan, I..."
"Back up where you belong, Kirstie..."
I'm trying to obey, but the chill water is trickling between my thighs, seeping into my swollen folds, with a promise to my pulsing clit.
"... Knees further apart, if you please. You know where I want to be now."
"Ryan, I can't hold this position."