I answer for myself, tugging on the string ever so slightly. Needing to do something more, I let my fingers dance along the top of her bikini bottoms. My fingertips slide underneath the fabric, but only by a little. Just enough to tease her. Her moan is everything to me. It’s proof she wants this just as badly as I do. Lucy’s hands find either side of my face as she directs me to look at her. I commit the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips to memory. I can’t ever forget the sight in front of me. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I did.
