It makes me wonder as I do as I’m told, but his eyes are covered by sunglasses, hiding his emotions. Lying on my back looking up at him, I feel myself swallow hard.
He pours more of the sunscreen into his hand and starts to rub it into my shoulders from the front. I feel the tension that I didn't even know I was holding pouring out of me. His touch is so firm yet so gentle, almost as if it’s calibrated perfectly to make me feel at ease and happy. At the same time, his touch is starting to drive me wild again. I bite my lip, wondering when he will stop.
But he doesn't stop with just my shoulders. He moves further down my arms, rubbing the lotion into every part of my exposed skin down to my fingertips. I already put sunscreen on earlier, but I don't bring that up. Why would I? I'm already having the time of my life, and this is making it even better. I don't want him to stop.
When both of my arms are done, my skin tingling from his ministrations, Nico pours yet more sunscreen into his hands. I can only watch as he moves to my legs, starting from my feet. He makes sure that both the tops and soles of my feet are covered, making me laugh and twitch as he tickles my sensitive skin. Then his hands move onto my ankles, my calves, all the way up to my knees.
Each touch now gives me a little more excitement. His hands are moving further up my legs, closer to a place I want him so badly to touch. Is this it? Is it happening now? With every sweep of his fingers higher up my leg, rubbing in slow circles to make sure all of the cream is dispersed, my excitement grows and grows.
He reaches the top of my thigh, his hands massaging the outside of my hip right up to the edge of my swimsuit. For just a moment, they skim forwards, his fingertips going under the edge of my swimsuit. Then they're gone, leaving me shivering. I find my legs parting unconsciously, falling open before him. I want his touch, and I don't want it to ever stop.
He looks up at me, or at least I guess he does by the way he tilts his head. I still can't see his eyes. Then, slowly and somewhat deliberately, he drifts his fingers across the very top of my thighs on the inside, touching that more sensitive area with a brush of his fingertips. I can't help the slight moan that escapes my mouth, and when he grins at me, I know he did it on purpose.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, practically purring. “I love it.”
“You’re a tease,” I retort, though my voice comes out light and breathy, all I can manage with his attention on me like this.
I go to move, bringing my legs closer together, but his hands catch hold of them and hold them firm. “We’re not done,” he says. “You need to make sure every bit of your skin is covered. It’s dangerous if you don’t.”
“My skin is covered,” I say, squinting at him. Not that I want to dissuade him from touching me again, but…
“Not all of it,” he says, and reaches for the straps on my arms, pulling them down one by one.
It’s such a smooth motion, making the front of my swimsuit bow open and then fold down at my chest, leaving my breasts fully exposed. I can't help but gasp as his hands return, slathered in sunscreen again and rubbing all over me. He kneads my breasts at the same time, then brings his thumbs up to run them over my nipples over and over. It makes me gasp and writhe under him, already lost to the pleasure.
It occurs to me that I’m fully exposed in the air, right out in public. I look around, but I can’t see any other boats that are close enough to be able to see us. That realization somehow makes this all the more of a turn on. Out here, no one can see us, but we can still enjoy the fresh air and the sunshine on our skin.
Nico's hands cross my chest and down, pushing the fabric of the swimsuit over my midriff. His hands caress my curves until I think that he must be on his way to touching every single millimeter of my skin. That