“You’re fucking gorgeous, Summer.” My voice sounds hoarse, full of the arousal I’ve had to keep at bay all week.
“Ethan,” there is a plea in her voice that my body responds to automatically. God, the things that makes me want to do to her. I want to hear her call out my name over and over as I drive her over the edge of sanity with orgasms. And I want it now.
I push her backward until she lands on the edge of my bed, then I drop to my knees in front of her. When my fingers hook into the edge of her panties, she lifts her hips eagerly. Yeah, she’s as ready for this as I am. But I take my time, teasing her as I slowly drag them down her legs. Then just as slowly, I drag my fingers up her legs, until I reach her knees. That’s when my self-control snaps. I push her legs open and place my mouth on her.
I press kisses to her mound, then open my mouth letting my tongue swipe up her length. She’s sweet, honey sweet, and slightly musky. I could get drunk on the taste of her. Her hands are tangled in my hair, holding my head right where she wants me. Not that I would move from this spot before she comes. No fucking way.
Her hips start to buck against my face as I suck on her clit; her moans are getting louder. My cock is throbbing, begging to be set free, but I know that once I slide into her heat, I won’t last long. And she needs at least two orgasms before that happens.
I quickly dart my tongue in and out, swirling around her clit, alternating between licking and sucking until her body goes rigid.
“Oh God, Ethan, oh my God!” she moans as her body lets go. But I’m not done. Even as her taste is drenching my tongue, I keep sucking, and slowly slide two fingers inside.
“Oh,fuck,” Summer cries out, her hands pulling my hair harder. The pain only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body — ecstasy, lust, and an insatiable drive to keep bringing her all the pleasure I can.
Suddenly the grip on my hair loosens, and I glance up to see her gripping the sheets beside her, her back arched, putting her tits on a spectacular display. But my hands are too busy to reach up and grab them. My fingers are being squeezed by her tight core and my other palm is holding her hip in place as she thrusts up to meet my mouth.
I keep going until her body finally stops shuddering. Only then do I slowly kiss my way up her stomach, stopping at her lace covered breasts. I tug the cups of her bra down, freeing her nipples, and suck one into my mouth, then the other. She arches up and reaches behind herself to undo her bra and toss it away, and I grin at her as my hands cup her tits together.
“You blow my mind when you come,” I say, my voice a low rumble even to my ears.
“Then make me come again,” she says, her eyes alight with fire and passion.
“Gladly.”
I surge up and kiss her lips; her groan when she tastes herself on my mouth is hot as fuck. Her hand slips down between our bodies and she grabs my cock, stroking it a few times.
“Shit. Condom.” I sit back on my heels, my chest heaving up and down with the force it took to stop before it’s too late.
“Hurry,” Summer gasps.
I reach over to the side table, open a drawer, and grab the condom I pulled out of the brand-new box earlier. Buying those today was a hassle, seeing as I had to drive to Westport to get them. No privacy in a small town, which means someone would have seen me get them at the local drug store and rumours would have spread. I tear open the package with my teeth and quickly roll the latex over my dick. Then, leaning forward again, I notch my tip inside of her opening. A couple of shallow thrusts to ease her open, then she grabs my ass and pulls me forward until I’m balls deep inside of her.
She lets out a moan of satisfaction, and I drop my forehead down beside her. “Fucking hell, Summer. Finally.”
I start to move my hips, slowly in and out, grunting every time the tip of my cock hits her inner wall. Her fingers are digging into my back and her heels are pushing into the bed, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. Somehow, we find our rhythm, coming together perfectly in sync. I sense my orgasm is close, but I’ll be damned if I come before she does again.
“Come for me, Summer. Let me feel you,” I rasp in her ear just as she grabs my face and pulls my lips to meet hers. I watch her cheeks turn pink and her breath speeds up as she starts to keen, then cry out my name.
“Ethan, oh shit, yes, there. Right there. Oh, oh yes, yes!”
Her voice echoes not only around the room but in my heart as I let go inside of her. Her walls are clenching around me, squeezing every last drop of release out of me. The power of my orgasm is unrelenting and seems to go on forever. But eventually, I slow down. I keep on leisurely sliding in and out of her, prolonging both of our pleasure, but my arms are shaking, and I know I can’t hold myself up for long. She just feels too damn good. But eventually I pull out of her and hop off the bed, walking over to the bathroom where I deal with the condom. When I get back to the bed, she’s laying on her side, her head propped on her hand. The sheet is pooled around her waist, and I can see the curve of her breasts, tempting me. Fucking hell, she looks good in my bed. I could easily let myself want to see her there every goddamn night. I slide under the sheet next to her and gather her in my arms. We spend a minute or two lying there silently, before Summer lifts up slightly, keeping her eyes faced down at my chest.
“I want to say that was worth waiting for, because it was.” She pauses, then tilts her head to look at me with a smile that can only be described as pure mischief. “But I’m also mad as hell that I had to wait so long to experience it.”
I laugh and pull her back down to my side. “You’ve got that right. Don’t worry, we’ll make up for lost time.” But before I can make good on that statement, my stomach lets out a loud grumble.
“Okay, we’ll make up for lost timeafterdinner.”
My arm is weighed down by something warm, and it takes me several minutes to figure out what that is as I slowly wake the next morning. The next thing that hits me is the smell of Summer’s shampoo, from her hair that is spread over my pillow. Lavender. Peppermint. I slowly slide my arm out from underneath her so I can prop up on my elbow and watch her sleep.
Last night was amazing. There’s no other word for it. Well, maybe life-altering, mind-blowing, intense, best sex ever. Yeah. Those words work, too.
Summer rolls over, mumbling in her sleep. I carefully tuck some hair behind her ear, earning a soft sigh. I lean down and kiss her cheek, letting my lips trace across her skin lightly. A whisper of a caress that leaves me hungry for more. I press my lips to her face again, this time closer to the corner of her mouth. When she stirs, I move down her neck, brushing over her collarbone. When she shifts onto her back, her hand coming up to cup my head, I grin.
“Morning, shorty,” I whisper against the top of her breast.
“Mmmmph.”
