21. RJ #2
She shoves at my chest. “The dirty talk. I feel like I’ve played this role all my life.”
“What kind of role?” I lift an eyebrow.
“Not that kind,” she huffs, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing. “When I worked in the corporate world, I played the role of the helpful, dutiful secretary. Then I met Todd, and he wanted me to be his meek little trophy wife.”
It’s a Herculean effort not to growl at her words, but I refrain.
“It only got worse when I became a mom. I wanted to have kids so badly that when we finally adopted the twins, I felt bad complaining about anything, thinking I should just be grateful I even had kids to complain about. And Todd was absolutely no help. He was always yelling and swearing, and it really upset Logan. So I try to be careful about what I say in front of the kids. Even my mom friends tease me about policing language with them, but it’s hard to turn it off even when the kids aren’t around.
Somewhere over the years, I became so consumed with doing things for others that I stopped advocating for myself. ”
“The Summer I knew did what she wanted. She spoke her mind. And the Summer I know now doesn’t take shit from anyone, not even me. She’s fierce and loyal, and so fucking strong.”
“Well, Summer has had a lot of shit happen to her since then. I want to get back there, to feel like myself again. I started to, after the divorce, when I got my real estate license. And taking this trip, doing this with you, as reckless as it may be, it feels like a step in that direction. But talking about this stuff is hard for me. So many people in my life have made me feel like my voice wasn’t important, that I didn’t have anything worth saying. But fuck that.”
“Fuck them.”
“Yeah. Yeah! Fuck them. I want to do all the dirty stuff with you. I want my voice back. And I want you to…”
I’m filled with anticipation as I wait for her to finish that thought. “To what?”
She sighs, still refusing to make eye contact. “I want you to want me so bad you can’t wait to get me to a bed. So you…you throw me up against the door or a wall and fuck me right there.”
Gripping her tightly, I hold her against me as I stand from the lounger.
“RJ, what are you doing?” she squeals.
I throw open the sliding glass door, step into the house, and close it behind us.
Then I spin and push her up against the glass, sealing my mouth over hers.
My kisses are wild, desperate. There’s not an inch of space between our bodies as she clings to me, arms around my neck, raking her nails along my scalp and shoulders.
I can’t kiss her deep enough as I thrust my tongue against hers, and she matches me stroke for stroke. Fuck, I love kissing this woman.
Tugging on the strings holding up her top, I tear it off quickly as I hoist her higher and lower my head to her breasts. I groan against her warm flesh as I pull her hardened peak into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as though it were her clit.
“Oh fuck, RJ. That feels… fuck, that feels so good.”
With one arm wrapped firmly around her waist, I release her flesh with a wet pop and trail my tongue between her breasts, using my free hand to pinch her nipple as I take the other into my mouth.
I suck the tightened bud between my teeth as I nip at the skin around it.
When she hisses out a breath, I look up at her. “Too much?”
She shakes her head. “A little at first, but that thing you just did with your teeth… fuck. Again. No one has ever played with me like that, this rough, this feral. I like it. Please, I want more.”
Lowering my head, I take her nipple between my teeth and continue nipping and grazing as I alternate between hard and gentle sucks.
Her pussy rubs against my length as her breathing increases and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
Oh fuck, she’s about to come. She’s like a firework—bright, explosive, impossible to look away from.
I continue worshiping her breast, playing with the other one with my free hand when she suddenly cries out, stiffening against me. “Fuck! Oh my… fuck!” My mouth crashes against her as I swallow her moans.
Her hand releases its grip on my shoulder as it snakes between our bodies.
When I feel her fingertips graze the elastic of my shorts, I suck in a breath.
It’s an awkward struggle as she pulls me out one-handed and pushes my trunks down.
I should do more to help her, but I can’t tear my lips away from her mouth.
She grips me in her palm as her thumb rubs over my head, smearing the precum leaking from my tip.
“Are you sure? I know you said you were sore.”
She nods against my cheek, and I tug at the strings on her hips, removing her bottoms with ease.
“I just need you inside me. After all those things you said, I need you to…” she trails off as I push inside her warm, wet heat.
“Oh fuck, RJ.” Her head arches back, bumping the glass and I grab the back of it, so she doesn’t bang it again.
“Fuck, Summer. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
My movements are gentle but deliberate as I fuck her with small shallow strokes. When I see her shoulders relax and her eyes lock on mine everything clicks into place. I’m home. This woman is my home, and I don’t want to be separated from her for even a day.
“I love you,” she says, stealing the words from my heart. “It’s never been like this with anyone. I don’t want this to end.”
“Me fucking you, or loving you?” My voice cracks a little, unable to hide the raw vulnerability I feel.
“Both,” she rasps, wrapping her arms tighter around me.
Continuing my thrusts, I carefully push in further, bottoming out each time I press her naked body up against the glass, my hands on either side of her head as she holds on to me. “Darlin’, fuck. You feel so good. I’m trying to go slow, I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s not enough.”
“It’s okay. I need it too. Please.”
Her legs wrap around me tighter as I increase my momentum pushing in harder without increasing my speed.
“Right there! Oh, fuck yes. RJ! Just like that.”
After several more snaps of my hips, her pussy flutters and she’s squeezing me so goddamn tight.
I can’t stop as I pick up speed, pistoning my hips in and out as my orgasm builds.
“Fuck. Fuck!” I push off the glass door and wrap my arms around her as I grind into her.
My orgasm barrels into me like a train at full speed and I’m powerless to derail it as I spill deep inside her.
“Fuck, Summer.” My voice is soft as she holds my face, pressing her lips to mine.
Fireworks explode in the distance, but it has nothing on the fireworks exploding in my heart each time I kiss this woman.