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“Inside, I need it inside,” she said, so I dipped the vibrator inside her before quickly removing it and circling her clit with it and repeating the sequence.

Ryan gasped and arched. “V-vibrator inside, need your mouth on my clit.” She was already incoherent, which was very satisfying for me.

“Whatever the queen demands,” I said, scooting down her body. She handed me the pillow I’d used last night and lifted her hips for me.

I snuggled down into my favorite spot and worked the vibrator all over her until I slid it all the way inside, searching for the right angle she needed. I absorbed every one of her movements and sounds and found the right place that made her beg. I moved the vibrator in and out and once I had that down, I added my mouth, slicking it up and down her clit and then giving that fluttering thing a shot and she really liked that.

“Harder,” she begged, so I turned up the vibrator and thrust it harder as I used my mouth until her hips clamped around my head and her entire body convulsed with her climax.

Once her body was calm, I pulled out the vibrator and turned it off.

Ryan was glowing and I just had to kiss her. She gripped the back of my neck and kissed me back fiercely.

“That was really good,” she said, pressing her forehead against mine.

“I like playing with your toys,” I said. “I think yours are nicer than mine.”

“I don’t let anything second rate near this,” she said, pointing below the waist.

“Does that include me?” I asked.

“You,” she said, tapping my nose, “are first rate.”

Chapter Nine

“So, I know you aren’t a huge fan of pools, but do you mind if I use it?” I asked, sitting up in bed. I wanted to take advantage of this situation while I could.

“Go ahead,” Ryan said.

I stood up and pretended to remember something. “Oh no, I don’t have anything to swim in. I guess I can’t.”

Ryan laughed. “I think I can get over my pool aversion if you’re going to be skinny dipping.”

“That’s the spirit!” I said as we went to rinse off in the shower first.

The pool wasn’t very warm, but at least it was warmer than the ocean. I slid into the shallow end and paddled around as Ryan dove into the deep end and then swam toward me.

“I was on the swim team in high school,” she said when she reached me.

“Then why do you hate pools?” I asked.

“Because I’ve spent too much time in them,” she said, making a face.

“That makes sense,” I said. “Were you any good?”

She didn’t answer for a second. “I did all right.”

Her face told me otherwise.

“You were really good, weren’t you?” I asked.

She smirked. “I did all right.”

“You don’t have to be modest. I bet you got all the trophies and medals,” I said. “I bet your parents bragged about you all the time.”

Ryan’s face fell a little bit. “My parents aren’t like your parents.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, genuinely curious.