“Not awake yet?” I look up at her. Her eyes are tightly shut but there’s a smile dancing on her lips. She shakes her head slowly. My mouth returns to my exploration of her body, landing on her breast. I gently suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing the tip into a hard nub. She arches into me, with a moan that stirs some primal need in me to claim this woman as mine.
“How about now?” I murmur.
She shakes her head again, only this time her smile is bigger. This playful side of Summer might be my favourite. Chuckling, I return to what I was doing, making my way down her body, letting my tongue trace circles over her stomach while my hands stay up on her breasts, squeezing them gently.
“Ethan,” she rasps. Her voice is laden with sleep and lust and my already rigid cock twitches against my leg. She must feel it because her foot draws a line up my leg to tease me, wrapping around my waist with her heel digging in right below my ass.
“I’m starving for you, Summer,” I say, lifting my head to see her watching me, her eyes heavy with arousal.
“Then have me.”
I reach over for the package of condoms, but the box is empty. “Shit. We used all of the condoms last night.”
Summer arches her brow. “Guess you should’ve bought the bigger box.”
I roll onto my back, chuckling. “Well, to be fair, three times in one night is a new record for me. That, and they didn’t have a bigger box at the store.”
She giggles at that, before sitting up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and looking over her shoulder at me. My hand drifts up to stroke her bare back and she arches slightly into my touch.
“You know what doesn’t need a condom?”
I move beside her, my gaze drifting down to where her breasts are bare. “What?”
“Blow jobs in the shower.”
Before I can even process a response, she’s jumped out of bed and is running and giggling into the bathroom. My brain catches up to what she said, and I stand up and stalk after her. When I get to the bathroom, it’s already filling with steam, and she’s in the shower. I open the glass door and step in with her. Thank God I installed a large shower stall when I renovated the bathroom. That was fucking genius of me.
Summer holds my gaze as she drops down to her knees. The water is streaming over both of us, and I close my eyes, tipping my face up. She wastes no time taking me in her hands, squeezing the base of my dick, and I slap the wall of the shower in front of me.
“Fuck.”
I look down, just in time to see her open her mouth and take me inside. I bite back my moan as her tongue swirls around my tip, but when she hollows her mouth and sucks my length in, I grunt and my abs contract. My breath speeds up as she works me with her mouth and her hands. I can feel my balls tighten and part of me wonders at the fact that this woman can drive me to climax so goddamn quickly. She’s got a direct line to my orgasms and knows how to bring one on in minutes. If I wasn’t confident that I can repay that favour tenfold, I’d be worried.
But there’s no time to overthink things, not when Summer brings her other hand around from where it was cupping my ass and starts to fondle my balls.
“Summer. Holy shit, Summer. I’m gonna come, babe.”
She hums, and the sound vibrates on my dick. That’s all it takes, and I hunch over as my orgasm rips through me. I shoot into her mouth, shouting something as she swallows it down. I have no fucking clue what I say; I’m oblivious to anything but my climax until I’m spent.
Slowly she slides up my body, coming to stand in between my arms which are still stretched out in front of me, using the wall to hold me up. She kisses me, and even though I can taste myself on her lips, I don’t give a fuck. I kiss her greedily, trying to pour everything I’m feeling, even the stuff I don’t quite understand yet, into that kiss.
“Thank you,” I say, before taking my bar of soap and running it over her body, letting the suds smooth the way for my fingers to dance over her body. But when I reach between her legs and play with her clit, she shifts back, an apologetic smile on her face.
“I think I might need a little break, actually. You’re not the only one who isn’t used to three rounds in one night.”
I chuckle softly, letting my hands move to her hips before leaning in and kissing her lightly.
“No problem. Can’t have you too sore for tonight.”
“What’s tonight?” she asks.
“I thought we might try for four.”
Sitting beside Summer, eating eggs and toast, is the most domestic thing I’ve ever done with any woman. And I fucking love every second of it. When it’s finally time for her to go, we linger in the front entryway, kissing goodbye.
“I have to go, Ethan,” she smiles against my lips. “Besides, I’ll see you later for the work party.”
“Maybe we should just stay here. What if someone sees you leave,” I tease as my lips travel down her neck. She moans with pleasure and pushes weakly on my shoulders.
