As soon as I gave my permission, Ethan wasted no time. He used two fingers to press on the thin fabric of my swimsuit over my nipples. Even though it was just his fingers touching the fabric, my body couldn’t help but respond with soft, involuntary moans.

-Roll, roll.

“Ah… ugh…”

-Stroke, stroke.

“Hnn… ahh…!”

His movements, turning and stroking in a way I was familiar with, felt strangely different here than they did on the bed. The fact that it wasn’t on a bed, coupled with the nearly non-existent swimsuit, made the experience far more intense.

“Ah… ah…! Ahhh…!”