Page 25 of Summer Brew

Her whimper holds my name within the sound.

I grip the base of my cock while I slide the crown up and down her wet slit. She’s soaked for me and the heat coming off her has my dick aching to be buried deep inside her. Then she moves her hips, pushing back against me and tempting me.

I’m only a man and the need to fill her starts to make me feel unhinged. When I can’t take it a second longer, I grit my teeth and start to slowly push inside. As much as I want to bury myself in her with one thrust, there’s something decadent about going slowly.

Her tight, wet heat wraps around me and I let out a sound from deep in my throat. My fingers wrap around her waist as if my touch will be enough to hold me steady. I can only hope.

When I’m buried balls deep inside of her, we both let out a sigh filled with reverence. I start to move my hips, pulling out and then plunging back in deeply. My thrusts speed up as the need simmering in both of us comes to a boil.

Her walls squeeze around me while my grip tightens. She pushes back and meets each movement. When she moans, the sound hitches every time I fill her completely. My eyes are fixed on her ass while I watch her flesh ripple.

Gemma’s head flies back, her light pink hair following the movement and splaying wild and reckless across her back. It’s fucking glorious.

“Fuck,” I grunt, “filling you with my cock is the best feeling in the world.”

“Please, Keaton,” she keens, “I’m so close.”

“I know, I can feel the way you’re teetering on the edge,” the words are ripped from my throat, rough with a hint of a plea.

I need her to fall apart for me. I need to feel her milk me. I need to hear her bliss in her moans.

“Yes,” she hisses and then her entire body shudders.

Gemma’s pussy squeezes around me and my balls draw up tight. I thrust inside of her three more times before grunting and filling her completely. Every jet of my cum paints the walls of her channel and fills her with warmth.

Her arms give out and her shoulders slump down to the bed. I follow her down and twist to take her into my arms while pulling her against my chest. She lets out a quiet sigh as her body relaxes into me and her breathing slowly returns to normal.

I squeeze her tighter and bask in the feeling of being complete which washes over me. It wasn’t easy for her to ask me for help. It wasn’t easy for me to get over my own issues and finally hold the woman I’ve wanted for so long in my arms.

Now, we just have to hold onto it.

Hopefully, we can.

CHAPTER 9

GEMMA

“I really think using this dry-hopping technique is the way to go,” Keaton’s voice is filled with excitement.

I glance over at him and can’t help but smile at the eager expression on his face. He’s grown into himself over the years. While he used to hide his intelligence behind sports and friends, he’s learned to embrace it. Maybe he can’t hide it as well as he used to, being a science teacher and all.

From the way he’s helped me get to this point—where we can finally do the secondary conditioning—has proven to me just how good of a teacher he is. He’s never once made me feel stupid or like I’m too slow in my understanding of what he’s saying. I haven’t felt rushed and he listens every time I talk.

When I’m around him, I feel lighter. And we’ve been spending a lot of time together.

It feels like we’re making up for lost time—for all the time we spent circling each other, orbiting, without touching and barely knowing each other.

A lot of the time we’ve spent together was talking about brewing. We went over my goals and our options on how to infuse cannabis into the brew. Then we dissected the different flavors and scent notes of different strains as well as figuring out the concentration we were going for.

There was a lot of number crunching, and I didn’t understand some of the things he had latched onto as important through his own research at first. We found somewhere to meet in the middle—between my goals, the science of it all, and the practicality of what we can achieve.

But the time we’ve spent together hasn’t only been filled with my quest for the perfect GMH brew.

We’ve talked, really talked, for the first time in years. Now I know all sides of the man. The nerd. The teacher. The lover. The friend. The dreamer.

The man.

He’s enthralled by wonder and figuring out the things that feel as if they are without explanation. It’s the scientist in him and his fascination is infectious. Seeing the world through his eyes has felt like a revelation.