old man I am, I lick my lips. "You hold on. I'll get you clean. If you're okay with it?"
Her face flushes and her innocent expression drives me more insane. Her deep-blue eyes drill into mine. She takes a deep breath and confidently says, "Okay."
"By the way, you look amazing in this bikini." I graze the curve of her waist with the back of my fingers. "You're a stunning woman."
The red brightens on her cheeks. She tightens her arms around me.
God, I want to kiss her.
Dirty old man.
"Ummm..." She licks her lips. "I need to get the stench off me."
I honestly have no idea what she's talking about. I'd bottle up her smell and sniff it all day long if I could. "Hold on, ma belle." My toiletries pouch is secure around my wrist. I unzip it, grab the soap, then zip it back up. I step forward a few more feet so she's in water to her shoulders, and rub the soap in my hands. "Don't let go of me."
"I won't."
I slowly slide my hands down her arms, watching her chest rise and fall faster. Her eyes become heavy, and her breaths shorten.
I slip the soap over her back. "How clean do you want to get?" I trace the slit of her ass over her bikini.
Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
I want to ravish you to pieces.
In French, I say, "I'm a dirty old man, and you're killing my cock, sexy little girl."
She frowns, and I freeze.
"I'm not a little girl."
My gut flips. I said a lot of inappropriate things to her when I rubbed arnica on her.
That entire scenario was inappropriate.
Does she understand the word cock in French?
"You know French?"
"No. Well, only a few words and phrases. You called me a little girl."
"It's a compliment."
"Is it?" She raises her eyebrows defiantly.
"Yes. You look no older than twenty-four."
She glares, as if she hates me. "I'm thirty-five. I'm a woman, not a child."
"I know that."
"Do you?"
"What's this really about?"
She furrows her brows and turns away.
Naomi.
"Does this have something to do with your sister?"
She turns back to me. Her hands tremble, and she says, "I'm so tired of everyone trying to keep me in a bubble and not treating me like a woman."
I trace the outline of her suit on her ass cheek with my hand and lower my voice. "You think I've treated you like a child?" I slip it under the thin material and over the curve.
She gasps.
"Hmm?" I ask and move my other hand with the soap under the other side.
"No. I'm sorry," she whispers.
"Put your face in the curve of my neck."
"Ummm..."
What am I doing?
Don't let her.
She leans into my neck and holds me tighter.
"If you were a little girl, I wouldn't be doing any of this," I say in English then switch to French. Every dirty thought in my head, I release into the universe.
I move the soap across her ass cheeks then underneath her, to the front of her suit bottoms. I pull my right hand out and move it into the front of her bikini.
She gasps when I touch her clit.
Continuing in French, I utilize the soap and slowly rub her and murmur, "If no one were around, I'd lick every inch of your pussy, right here, right now. And when you came, I'd suck this gorgeous clit of yours until you came again."
She whimpers in my neck, her hot breath sinking into my skin.
I reach up and guide one of her arms down and shove her hand in my pants, positioning it so she's gripping my erection. In French, I tell her, "I want your sexy little mouth on my cock, sucking my hot juice. Then I want to fill your ripe, tight pussy with it."
"Oh God," she mumbles in a raspy voice, then louder, "Oh God!"
I move the soap quicker. "Shhh, my little ma belle. Bite my neck if you have to."
She whimpers again. Her body trembles in my arms. She squeezes my erection, and her teeth dig into my flesh.
"That's it, my little ma belle," I murmur in her ear.
Her heart thumps hard next to mine. I inch my pinky into her sex.
I was right. She's so tight.
I groan. I rub the soap over her clit again and return to French. "This time when you come, I'm going to pretend my finger is my cock, and you're clenching it with your hot, wet pussy."
She moves her fingers over my shaft, exploring it while panting near my collarbone.
In French, I brush