Page 66 of The Summer Plans

“So much.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss.

That tingle builds around my clit as I grind my hips against his pelvis while he continues thrusting. Holy shit, I’m going to come again.

I moan loudly against his lips. He captures the sound, pressing his mouth against mine as he threads a hand through my hair to grip the back of my neck and hold me in place.

Each orgasm he pulls from me breaks another wall around my heart, the debris scattering as he gathers it up and holds it together. He’s holding me tightly with every part of his body that he can as I slowly come down from the high and collapse against his chest.

His movements slow and he slides out of me while planting kisses all over my face.

“We have one more position, darlin’. Are you going to make it?”

“I don’t know,” I breathe. “I don’t think I have the strength to hold my body up.”

RJ sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist as I stay plastered to his chest. “I got you.” He scoots to the edge of the bed and then lies back, slipping out from under me so I’m face down on the mattress with my legs hanging off the bed. “Is this okay?” His fingers stroke my ass and I nod against the comforter.

He pushes open my thighs as the tip of his cock rubs between my cheeks. Leaning over me, he grabs a few pillows, positioning them under my hips to prop me up. Then he leans down and runs his tongue up my entire length, from my clit through my pussy lips, not stopping even when he reaches my tight hole and I gasp in surprise.

“You taste so fucking good, boneless and spent, dick-drunk on my cock. I want you just like this, darlin’. Ruined for all other men. Needy for what only I can provide you.”

When did he learn to speak like this?

He licks up my ass, his hand coming down on my cheek hard at the same time. I can’t help it—I whimper and push back against his tongue, a second wind of arousal overtaking me.

“You like that? When I spank your ass?”

I nod, moaning when he brings his hand down, smacking the other cheek harder.

“What does my pretty girl need?”

“You,” I rasp. My voice feels hoarse, my throat dry, as though this man has rung every drop of moisture from my body with each bit of pleasure he’s given me.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want from me, Summer.” There’s a desperation in his tone that makes my heart pick up speed. As though he needs to hear this as much as I need to voice it.

Pushing up on my elbows, I peer at him over my shoulder as my hair cascades wildly around my face. “I want you to ruin me. For all other men. For any other dick. Give me the orgasms you promised. Make me wish it was you instead of a toy when I’m alone in my bed. You gave me tender and soft. Now I need you to fuck me like you’re mad at me for all the years we spent apart. For all the time we wasted. Please… ahhh, fuck⁠—”

He doesn’t let me finish the thought as he slides in, his fat cock filling me. A shuddering breath escapes him as he leans down, covering my body with his, planting his hands on either side of my head as he starts fucking me with fervor.

I can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t think about anything but this man and what he’s doing to my body. The filthy sounds each thrust makes. The smell of citrus and spice surrounds me as he hovers over me, crowding my senses. The way each exhale he makes tickles the hairs on the back of my neck.

“Fuck, Summer. Oh, fuck. I wanted this—wanted you so bad. Waited my whole life for this moment. Fuuuck.” His arm snakes down under my hips until his fingers connect with my clit. He rubs it with two fingers, rapidly wiggling them back and forth. It’s not gentle, and neither are his thrusts. He pours every ounce of desire, every bit of desperation into his movements. His restraint is a cord that has frayed down to a single tether, the tension so taut it feels like it’ll snap at any moment.

My arm gropes behind me as I frantically try to hold onto him. Once I latch on to his neck, anchoring myself, I lose the battle with my control and let my orgasm crash over me as I moan and buck against him.

Seconds later, he’s nipping at my shoulder, his rhythm erratic before his hips still. My pussy is still spasming when I feel his cock swell and pulse inside me. There’s a flood of warmth deep in my core as his release fills me.

When the wave crests and my boneless body is carried to the shore, he catches me. Strong arms lift me from the mattress, and I’m cradled against his chest as he walks us into the bathroom. Instead of setting me down, he climbs into the tub, reaches over to turn on the water, and sinks back against the side, his arms tightening around me as if he’s scared I might float away. But there’s nowhere else in this house, on this island, on this planet that I’d rather be.

CHAPTER 21

RJ

Iknow we need to talk more about what’s happening between us and what happens after we leave this island, but I just want to enjoy this moment with her. We’ve been back at the house for twenty-four hours, and I already can’t get enough of Summer.

I don’t want to just fuck this woman. I want to give her all the pleasure she’s been denied over the years. Pleasure I could have given her sooner if I’d just pulled my head out of my ass.

We’re sitting on loungers on the back porch waiting for the fireworks to start, and even though I should be looking out at the ocean, I can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s wearing the tiniest bathing suit, delicate strings holding up little triangles of fabric over her cunt and tits. I’ve touched every one of those curves over the past day, and it’s still not enough. But it’s her face that’s captured my attention at the moment. It’s calm and relaxed for the first time all week, like she hasn’t got a worry in the world, and I revel in the knowledge that I did that.

After several moments she looks over at me. “What? Is there something on my face?” She swipes at her cheeks, but I grab her hand and kiss it, then rest it on my lap.