He’s clingy

“Wait, bunny. ‘Imma lick it off you.”

He did.

Shawn’s lips trailed my back like a feather, soft and sweet against my skin. I shivered despite the warmness of the water. I had just had an orgasm and didn't think I was ready for another.

He carefully lifted me to the pool’s edge. “Do you swim?” He asked.

My breath caught in my throat, not only from the adrenaline of his touch but also from the unexpected question.

Did I swim? It felt like a lifetime ago that I'd last graced the coolness of water until a few moments ago when we both were doing our thing in his pool.

I used to," I shrugged, wondering why he’d asked.

Shawn’s touch settled on my arm. “Used to?” He arched a brow.

“Yeah. Work. I told you I haven't really had time for pleasure or recreation for a long while. I've only stepped out with my friends to the club a few times.” I pointed out.

Shawn began to nod. “Ohh.” He acknowledged then began backward movements deep into the pool. “Wanna race me?” He spread his arms, looking lik