“Take it all off,” I tell her.
Her lips part, and her gaze moves over my chest, arms, and finally to where my dick is tenting my pants. Then she’s following my command, slowly, like she’s putting on a show.
And what a fucking show.
Her shirt goes first, revealing a baby-blue lace bra I like just as much as the tangerine one.
My throat works around a swallow when she palms her breasts, squeezing, then slides her hands down until they reach her jeans. I track every movement. She pops the button but pauses there, watching me, waiting.
My eyes flick back to hers.
“You stopped,” she rasps. “Don’t stop.”
With fumbling fingers, I open my belt, then the button of my pants. I kick them off. When Summer wriggles out of her jeans and tosses them, my mouth goes dry.
I drink in the sight of her greedily. She’s left in only a sky-blue lace bra and a matching thong.
She hooks her thumbs under the string at her hips. “Should I take them off?”
I can’t speak, so I nod.
Her lips curve. Torturously slow, she slides the thong down her legs and kicks it aside.
Fuck. She’s perfect. To think I could live without ever seeing this sight again… insane.
I set my glasses on the nightstand, and the world blurs slightly at the edges. But Summer stays in focus. She’s the only thing I need to see clearly.
I crawl onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight.
She spreads her legs, and I slot between them. Her breath hitches before she chases my lips, making small, needy sounds in her throat.
When I pull back, her pupils are blown wide, and I’m certain mine match. I kiss the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the spot right below her ear that I know makes her crazy. She grinds against me, proving me right.
“I missed this.” I nip at the spot, hard enough to leave a mark.
I reach behind her back and pop the clasp of her bra. Her breasts spill free, and I toss the fabric toward the pile.
I kiss down her neck, across her collarbones, over the swell of her breasts. She whimpers, “Please.”
With her peaked nipple in my mouth, I suck hard. I’m rewarded with a moan, her body arching into me.
I could spendhourshere. Mapping every curve. Learning what makes her gasp.
I lap and kiss and suck, switching between both breasts until her hips move restlessly and her fingers tangle in my hair.
“C’mere.” She’s already looking at me when I peer up, her nails teasing my scalp. “Please. C’mere.”
I make my way up to her lips. “What is it, honey?”
“I need you.” Her eyes are dark. “Need you to make me come.”
“Three times?” I tease.
She shakes her head. “Whatever you’ll give me.” The words come out so softly, I barely hear them over my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
They hang between us.
It sounds like she’s talking about more than an orgasm. And, fuck, if that doesn’t make my chest go tight. I kiss her again, meaning it to be filthy and hot. But it feels more like I’m telling her everything I can’t say out loud.
