Chapter 37: Taste.

“I hate the fact that I want to taste you." Lily’s pink bra became fully unhooked by Mark just as his words settled in her.

Mark’s fingers finally reached the strap of Lily’s bra, and with a deliberate and teasing motion, he slid down her arm, lightly trailing his fingers on the skin of her arm.

‘Fuck! How did I get into this situation?' Lily’s heart hammered madly, already having her thighs tightly pressed against each other. She was leaning into Mark's face, her face buried in his hard, muscled chest. His scent, the heat coming from his body. It had her whole body on fire.

Although a sudden courage had built up in Lily, she was still shy. She shut her eyes, and her hand went underneath her singlet. Mark noticed her act and let down his hands, allowing her to continue. She grabbed the material of her bra, pulling it down herself, then quickly whirled around, backing Mark, with the bar hidden in front of her.

She took a few steps to the sunlounge, where her dress shoes and the rest o