“Good.” I rise to my feet, ignoring the cry from my hip at all the up and down.
She reaches for my joggers, tugging at the waistband, and I snatch her wrists in my hands.
“But . . .”
I shake my head. “Another time. If I feel your mouth on me right now, I’m going to explode, and while the idea of filling that bratty mouth with my cum is enticing, I want to fill your sweet pussy first, Sunny. Understood?”
She swallows roughly, then nods. “Yes.”
“Good. Now, crawl up the bed, will you?”
I swear she’s moving before I even get the words out, and I chuckle as she goes, enjoying the scramble far too much.
I pad to the en suite bathroom in search of the box of condoms I’m fairly certain I have stashed in there. When I find them behindthe mirror, I check the date just to be sure and am relieved when I see they’re still good.
Protection in hand, I step back into the bedroom and pause.
Summer’s lying in the middle of the bed. She’s up on her elbows, one leg kicked out straight, and the other bent at the knee. The lamp casts a yellowish hue over her, to where she’s almost glowing, and I suppose that’s fitting for the nickname I’ve given her.
She’s stunning. There’s no way around it. Made even more beautiful by the fact that she’s not trying to cover herself up and that she doesn’t look ashamed to be lying naked in the middle of my bed. Her confidence just makes her all the sexier.
When I finally meet her eyes again, she has one brow lifted in a silentWell? Aren’t you going to fulfill your promise?
And yes. Yes, I am.
I stop at the foot of the bed, tossing the box of condoms onto it before hooking my thumbs in my pants. Summer doesn’t take her eyes off me as I push them down my legs and kick them aside.
Which is how I know she likes what she sees.A lot.
Feeling’s mutual,I say to myself as I take my cock in my hand, giving it a few pumps. Not because I need to, but because if I don’t, I might die.
It sounds dramatic, but I’ve never been such a fucking wreck before. I’ve never been so goddamn eager formorein my life.
I place one knee on the bed, and Summer’s tongue slides against her lips in anticipation.
I drag the other up, then crawl to her, my heavy cock swaying between my legs the entire journey. She spreads her thighs for me, and when I finally settle between them, we both sigh as I slip against her warm, wet center.
I rock into her just because I can, and she moans, tossing her head back.
“Yes.” She drags the word out through a hiss. “That feels ...”
“I know,” I say when she doesn’t finish her sentence. “I know, Sunny.”
Then I press my lips against hers because I can’t stand not kissing her any longer, and she twines her arms around my neck, pulling me down closer until I’m resting against her. It’s not my full weight—I don’t think she could handle it—but it still feels damn good to be so close to her.
I’m not usually one for physical contact, but I find that with her, I crave it.
That seems to be the case in more ways than one.
I try not to read too much into that as my cock brushes against her clit again, and she groans into my mouth.
“Ezra,” she says, pulling away. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“Me either.”
“Then do it. Fuck me already.”
How could I possibly say no to that?
