Everything feels like we’ve been building to this.
It’s the last wall between us coming down, coming down gloriously.
As the desire tightens in my belly then bursts, I gasp and cry out, coming hard.
I wobble, and he reaches for my hips, steadying me as he rises. He wraps his arms around me and tugs me close, our wet, naked bodies pressed together.
“Hi, Oliver,” I whisper.
“Hi, Summer.”
“You’re quite good at that,” I say.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Because it’s you.”
“Or maybe because it’s you.” I slide a hand down his chest, reaching for his cock. He groans, all growly sexy as I wrap a fist around him. I stroke him, gripping and pumping and wanting.
So much wanting.
But so much more than wanting.
As he thrusts into my fist, his breath hot and staggered, I take another step, a bolder step.
Maybe the riskiest one of all.
I don’t know where we’re going. I don’t know how to make us work. I don’t know what happens tomorrow. But I want him to know this is more than just sex for me.
I let go of him, run my hands up his chest, and meet his gaze. “Would you make love to me?”
His lips curve up. “I thought you’d never ask.”
34OLIVER
You think you know someone.
And maybe you do.
Maybe you know how they like their coffee, or that they snort when they laugh too hard, or that they’re a little bit stubborn—or maybe a lot—but still the most positive, upbeat person you’ve ever known.
And maybe you need that part of them, needed that part of them for ages, because you haven’t been inherently upbeat since life changed you.
And you know that about yourself.
But then, you get this person naked and you learn about her other side.
I’m learning that Summer luxuriates in her body.
That when she’s toweled off and dry, she settles into my bed languidly, stretching her hands over her head, her body on beautiful display.
Sure, I’ve thought about having her here, but always in a truncated way where my brain doesn’t let me finish the thought. Where I force myself to swipe the images away.
Now the images are real as she parts her legs for me, slides a hand between them, and glides her fingers through her wetness.
Fuckkk.
I don’t know that I can withstand the hotness, but I’m willing to try. I am goddamn willing to try as I climb onto the bed with her, grab her ankles, and spread her legs wide.
“Let me taste you.”
“But you already did,” she says with a smile.
“I am ravenous, it seems.”
She lifts her hand, runs her fingers across my lips, and I draw them into my mouth, sucking hard, savoring once again the delicious taste of her.
“You dirty, sexy woman. Enticing me with the way you taste so fucking good.”
“I think you like being enticed,” she whispers as a shudder moves through her, gliding along her skin.
I shake my head. “No. I love it.”
I reach for a condom in the nightstand, open it, roll it on, and then push her knees up higher and higher still.
Then I notch the head of my cock against her and push inside.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her back bowing, her eyes fluttering shut.
And that’s another thing I now know.
