Page 48 of Be My Summer

By the hand, Summer led me out onto the back porch. Dinner had ended two hours ago and somehow, we’d yet to leave. I wasn’t in a rush. Summer was comfortable. She was home and she was happy to have me in her space. Frankly, I was elated to be here.

“And this is where I go when the world is too much for me to handle or my walls are caving in on me. My father added it to our home years and years ago. It has become my greatest escape.”

Lights twinkled along with the stars. There were large, oversized cushions from one end to the other, nearly covering the entire floor. Plants sat in every corner and hung from the ceiling like spider webs. There was a hammock. There was also an assortment of pillows, ranging in sizes. Blankets and sheets and covers were spread out on the cushions.

I couldn’t help myself. I lowered my body onto the makeshift bed. It was massive and as comfortable as it looked.

“Come here.”

I pulled Summer down onto me. Flat on my back, I pulled pillows underneath my head.

“Comfortable, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

I stared at her, taken aback by her natural beauty. Summer had the smoothest skin. Her big bright, anguished eyes were pools of love. She had so much to give, but reserved it for the right person. I hoped I’d proven to be that person, because I wanted her love pouring into me for the rest of my life. I wanted to rest knowing I’d found a love as great as hers and a woman as good as she was had given it to me.

“Stay the night,” softly, she demanded.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Surprised, she questioned.

“Okay,” I clarified. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“Whatever I want?”

Her eyes turned to slits. Her hips rotated slightly. Hadn’t my hands been on her waist, I wouldn’t have noticed the sudden movement. She had every intention of stirring up some shit she was hardly prepared for.

“Don’t get yourself into big trouble tonight,” I warned.

“I don’t think I want to take heed.”

“You should, unless you want your father to hear his daughter taking dick on the back porch.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

My dick hardened as her hips swirled in a circle.

“He’s asleep.”

“He won’t let you live it down,” I reminded her.

“He doesn’t have much time to clown me.”

Her eyes saddened at the realization that her father was declining rapidly. Each time I saw him, he was a little less active, a little more tired, a little less enthused, and slowing down altogether.

“Hey. Hey.”

She shook her head, trying to come out of the hole she’d fallen into. She was struggling. To help ease her mind, I unsnapped the buckle of her right strap. As it rested at her side, I unsnapped the left one.

I lifted my body until we were face to face.

Nose to nose.

Chest to chest.

Eye to eye.