Page 75 of The Summer Plans

The tender way he buries his face against my neck and kisses me while his hand works me over in the filthiest way is all it takes. I grip his forearm in an effort to tether myself as my release washes over me.

When he removes his hand from under the towel, it’s soaked, dripping with my arousal. And in a move straight out of one of my favorite books, he brings his hand to his mouth and sucks my release off his fingers. My mouth drops open involuntarily.

“When I told you I crave you, I meant it, Summer.” His tongue darts out, licking between his fingers in the most obscene way. “Now let’s get you in that shower so I can properly clean the mess I made of you.”

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The cool tile feels refreshing against my skin as RJ backs me against the shower wall. His long, lean body towers over me and his tongue tangles with mine. When he breaks the kiss and drops to his knees, he kisses a path down my stomach.

He grips my calf and lifts it, placing it over his shoulder as he parts my thighs, opening them wide enough that his broad shoulders can fit between them. The instant his tongue presses against my clit, I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and he groans against my heated skin in response. The vibrations feel otherworldly as his tongue flicks my clit at a rapid pace.

“Oh my God. Oh fuck, RJ. Yes. Yes!” I cry, gripping his wet strands as I keep him exactly where I want him.

His tongue continues its rapid-fire assault on my sensitive nerve endings when he slips his fingers inside me, and I clench around them involuntarily.

I’m suddenly very aware of my breathing, how quickly my chest is rising and falling as I writhe against his perfect mouth. Normally he’d stop and tease me, say naughty things to me, but he’s oddly quiet except for the occasional groans as he feasts on me. The only other noise is the sound of the running shower and my moans.

He works me up into a frenzy, my orgasm building. When it hits seconds later, and my back arches off the wall, my hands shoot out, slapping against the shower tiles.

RJ shuts the water off and grabs our towels, drying me off first before patting himself down. Then he grabs my hand and tugs me to the bed, but instead of laying me out on it, he sits on the edge of the mattress facing the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

He opens his legs, inviting me to stand between them, and then grips my hips, forcing me to turn and face the mirror.

Our eyes connect, and I can’t look away from the hungry look in his. He looks like he wants to devour me, ruin me, and worship me all at the same time.

“Fuck me. This body is incredible.” His hands roam up and down my hips, stomach and chest as he maps out every inch of my skin.

I can’t stop staring at him and the way he’s looking at me. No one has ever looked at me that way.

“Sit on my cock and ride me while I watch you in that mirror. I want to feel my cock sink into your warm, perfect cunt. I want to hear every little gasp and moan you make as I stretch this perfect pussy. And then I’m going to watch while you chase every ounce of pleasure you deserve. Nod if you understand.”

I nod quickly as he grips my hips. His hand trails down my pubic bone and between my thighs as he spreads my wetness around, then he cups me and growls a deep “Mine,” before slapping my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as we lock eyes in the mirror.

His eyebrow lifts. “You like that?”

I nod.

Two more quick slaps and then he pulls me down as I sink slowly onto his cock. One of his big palms covers my stomach while the other reaches up to cup my breast, tweaking the nipple. My head drops back onto his shoulder, the sensations too much yet not enough as the pressure builds between my thighs.

“Eyes on me, darlin’. Watch what you do to me. How I fall apart for you.”

I missed this in the shower. While his tongue felt amazing, I missed his words. His dirty mouth. The way he praises me in the filthiest of ways.

My hips move in small circles at first as I slowly get comfortable. Every so often, RJ thrusts up into me and I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside me that has me on the verge of coming. Slowly I shift forward, eyes still locked on his reflection, as I lean on my knees and start bouncing up and down.

“Oh fuck. Fuuuck, Summer. You should see how incredible you look from this angle riding my cock.” His hand glides gently down my back before landing on my ass. He gives it several quick swats, and I moan as my rhythm falters.

RJ takes over, griping my hips and fucking up into me with deep powerful thrusts.

“I’m going to come. Oh fuck.” It takes entirely too much effort to keep my eyes open, but I do, as we lock gazes in the mirror. The way he looks at me tells me everything I need to know about his heart. He’s all in.

His hand reaches down and moves rapidly against my clit and my pussy clenches around him.

Holy shit, I’m going to squirt again. I squeeze my eyes shut, dropping my chin to my chest, unable to focus on anything except the sensations this man is wringing from my body, but he grabs my chin with his free hand and tilts my head up so he can look at me again. Then his grip shifts to my neck as his fingers tighten, forcing me to maintain eye contact. His thrusts become erratic as his cock swells and pulses inside me, my name a needy moan on his lips.

When my orgasm hits seconds later, it’s like a firework going off, consuming my entire body in a light, sudden and bright. I never want to let this feeling go. Never want to live in the dark again. I want this man to light up my body like the Fourth of July every night for the rest of my life.