Page 63 of The Summer Plans

She looks up at me. “But I don’t understand. Why?”

“After my divorce, I was in a bad place. Nothing in my life felt right. I had no real career and no wife. Sophie was only two, but I felt like I had fucked her up. I was unpacking boxes in my new apartment, and I came across your notes. I spent hours rereading each one. It hit me right then that that was the last time I felt loved. I wanted my sunshine back. Until I went through all your notes, I never realized that you doodled suns more than anything else. More than hearts. More than smiley faces. More than any other shape. If I couldn’t have you, then I wanted a piece of you on my skin. And I felt like such an ass for what I did to you. I felt like I stole your sunshine. So I took your notes to a tattoo artist once I moved back to Chestnut Mountain and had them make this.”

“‘Hey, sunshine.’” She runs her finger over my heated skin.

“You used to start most of your notes that way.”

“I forgot about that. Your face used to light up when you saw me, like the first warm sun after a long winter. I didn’t realize how rare that was till it stopped. Todd never looked at me that way.”

She leans down and kisses her inked words as I hiss out a breath. “Fuck me, darlin’, that feels incredible.” Her warm cheek rubs against my cock as she presses kisses to every part of my tattoo. Every place we touch lights a fire in me, warmth pooling in my belly as I silently beg for her to take me in her mouth.

When she gets to the base of my dick, I suck in a breath. Her licks are tentative at first as her tongue makes small strokes up and down my length. I can’t help the way I twitch against her palm as she cups me and slowly moves higher. The moment her lips caress my head, I groan, releasing all the air in my lungs as if I can truly breathe for the first time in my life.

Her perfect pink tongue swirls circles around my crown as if she’s chasing every groove and vein, mapping them out for future exploration. Then her mouth slowly lowers, and as soon as the head of my cock is in her warm mouth, I know there’s nowhere else I want to be than inside this woman.

It takes entirely too much effort to grab her face and stop her movements. She looks at me in confusion, and I silence her insecurities with my words. “Your perfect mouth isn’t where I want to blow my load. I need to be inside this delicious cunt.” I snake a hand between her legs and push a finger in. “This is where I want to come inside of you for the first time.”

Heat flashes in her eyes, and she nods silently, lying on her back as if waiting for an invitation. I roll over and push between her legs. Her eyes wander down to my cock and I swell with pride at the way she’s eyeing it until I see her brows furrow. “I don’t know if…” She reaches down and swipes a thumb along my slit, and I shudder. “What if it doesn’t fit?”

I lean in close to her face. “It’ll fit.”

She nods as her fingers continue gliding through the precum on my tip. “I have an IUD. And after Todd, I was tested multiple times until they came back clear. And it’s been only Bob since then.”

“Who the fuck is Bob?” I growl.

She giggles. “Are you jealous?”

“Of Bob? Depends.”

“On what?”

“Did he make you come?”

“Every time.” Even though she’s teasing me, jealousy burns in my gut.

“Did you use protection with Bob?” I spit the last word, not liking the name on my lips nor the smile on hers.

“Never. We’re exclusive.” Her head drops back, and she lets out a throaty laugh. “I can’t— Your face! Bob is a vibrator.”

Relief washes over me. “You name your vibrators?”

“No. Battery-operated boyfriend. Bob!” I watch her tits jiggle as she continues laughing.

“I haven’t been with anyone in years. And the last test I had was clear.”

She sobers at my words. “Bob and his friends aren’t as big as you.” There’s a hint of nervousness in her tone.

“Is Bob in the room with us?”

“Um… yes?” I quirk a brow at her. “I didn’t want to put it in my checked luggage.”

“Go get him,” I growl, unsure why I’m still playing along with the ridiculous name.

“Okaaay.” She crawls out from under me, grabs the toy from her bag, and approaches the side of the bed.

She wasn’t lying. Bob isn’t nearly as thick or long as I am, and an idea forms in my head. “Lie down.” I take the toy from her hand. “I’m going to fuck you with this toy, and then I’m going to fuck you with my cock. Then you can tell me which one you prefer.”

Her mouth drops open, shock evident on her face as she slips her top over her head. “I never knew you had such a filthy mouth. Or filthy mind.”