Chapter 26
chapter twenty-six
Dayton
Ilatch onto her hand, tugging her close to me as we start walking down the beach. A few people wave at us, some of them we haven’t seen since high school. The wedding brought a ton of people back to town.
Cheri and Javier are cozying up at the bar. She’s giggling and batting her eyelashes at him. He must be the funniest guy on this damn island.
I tug Summer closer to me as two guys start walking toward us from down the beach. They avert their eyes from her, instead looking at me and nodding, the universal male signal for, Nice job, man.
I wish I knew what was going through her head right now. If she’s nervous for what’s about to happen, she doesn’t show it.
Once we’re halfway to the house, I interlace my fingers with hers. Even if I only got to hold her hand and kiss her tonight, it would be enough. Even though I want more, touching her like this is more than I ever thought I would get.
She doesn’t say a word the entire walk back. It’s dark by the time we get to the studio. I open the door for her. Once we’re both inside, I lock it behind me. We kick off our shoes by the door.
Summer walks over to the kitchenette and grabs glasses and the bottle of champagne.
I move up behind her, reaching around her body to take the bottle, the other hand moving to get the glass, caging her in.
I’m not touching her, but I’m close enough that I can hear her breathing.
I slowly pour two glasses of champagne and place one of them in her hand.
She takes it, slowly pressing her back into my chest and leaning against me. She sips her champagne, and I start to sway her back and forth.
She sighs, laying her head back on my chest. I want to take her hair down so I can wrap it around my fist, but I’m not sure how much of my obsession I should let on to right now.
She’s going to need time to adjust to it.
In thirteen years, not a day has gone by that I haven’t wished I could do something like this with her.
After we finish our champagne, she places her glass down, and I follow suit. She spins around to face me, hands wrapping around the lapels of my sport coat.
She presses me back, directing me toward the bed. I let her, allowing my legs to hit the edge before I sit down. My hands move to wrap around her upper thighs and butt. Her fingers start tracing my facial features, around my mouth and ears, like she’s mapping me.
I want to confess everything to her now—why I call her Cupcake; why I never tried to contact her, even when she had a miscarriage and got divorced and I knew she was hurting because her mom told me.
I want to tell her that I ruined her prom with Will because I couldn’t take seeing them together, but that I’m so sorry for being such a dick instead of making her life easier when they moved here.
But I don’t say any of it. Instead, I graze my hands down the side of her thighs and push her dress up to her hips before sliding my hand between her legs. She’s gazing down at me with sensual eyes. She gasps when my fingers brush over her lips on top of her panties.
“So wet for me, baby,” I whisper, feeling it soaked through.
She whimpers, using her hands to brace herself on my shoulders.
This is all I want to do all night—watch her face as I bring her pleasure.
It’s a fantasy come to life, and I can’t make it go any slower.
I’m torturing her with my movements, giving her barely enough friction to stimulate her, but not enough to come.
She has to wait for that. I need her to beg me for it.
Her fingers tighten on my shoulders, and her lips part.
She inhales before groaning in frustration.
My fingers speed up, barely, and I add a tiny bit of pressure, focusing on the sensitive bead of her clit.
I’m still letting the fabric separate our skin, so I gently lift the side of the thong and slide underneath to her bare flesh.
She shuts her eyes, letting her head fall back.
My fingers explore her, sliding over her pussy to drag her wetness forward and circle her clit again.
She’s breathing faster, her chest rising and falling.
Her nipples are poking through the thin fabric of her dress, so I reach up my free hand and pull it down.
Her breasts pop out, pretty pink nipples begging for my mouth.
She lets out a moan when I capture one with my lips—her position, with her standing in front of me as I sit on the bed, the perfect level.
I pull her nipple between my teeth, biting down gently and sucking.
My fingers are still circling her clit lazily, but I finally move directly over it, rubbing her from side to side.
She starts shaking, her thighs squeezing together.
She moves one hand to bury it in my hair and hugs me tighter to her chest. The other stays on my shoulder for support.
I use my free arm to pull her leg up, holding it higher to give me better access to her sweet pussy.
She’s getting close. Her chest is flushed, nipples puckering. I switch sides, sucking the other one into my lips and igniting another sharp gasp from her lips. She wants it; I know she wants me to make her come.
So, I let her. I increase the speed of my fingers and suck harder on her nipple until her legs squeeze tighter. I hold her still and don’t slow my movements, eyes trained on her face until she cries out.
The waves of pleasure roll off of her. She tightens, muscles clamping up as I milk the orgasm from her body, and she grows limp and slumps into me. I remove my hand from between her thighs and draw her into me, rubbing her back in slow movements.
I’m rock hard, but I need to make sure she’s okay before we move further. Last time I gave her an orgasm, she panicked. If she wants to stop now, I’m perfectly content to spend the rest of the night holding her.
I just hope she doesn’t tell me not to touch her again.
I cup the back of her head, inhaling the scent of her arousal and the sea-salt coconut in her shampoo. She pushes back and looks at me, licking her lips.
“My turn.” She drops down to her knees.
Summer’s on her knees.
I’m done for. My chest heats as I watch her reach for the buttons of my shirt first. She wants to see me. I let her do it, watching each button slip out until she shoves it off my shoulders. I don’t move, letting her play. It’s only fair since she gave me a turn.
My forearms are on the bed, still trapped in the shirt, but she’s grown impatient and moved down to the button of my pants. I could watch her do this all night. I’ve waited thirteen years, but apparently, she’s ready for me now. I grin at her impatience.
She drags my zipper down before her delicate hand reaches for my waistband. She tugs, and I lift my hips. She yanks my pants and underwear down to my knees. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she sees my fully hard cock.
She licks her lips.
She licks her lips.
Then her hand wraps fully around my sensitive flesh, and I whimper from the burst of sensual pleasure that ripples through my limbs. I’m finally feeling her touch, finally experiencing the fantasy I’ve replayed in my imagination for so many years. The relief is nearly instant.
I’m not going to come until I’m inside her. I’m focused on trying not to confess how many times I’ve pictured her just like this, on her knees with wide, aroused eyes. I reach forward, grabbing her hair.
I have no idea how to take it down, but I need it spilling around her shoulders for this part. I need my hand buried at the roots, holding on.
She rubs her hand up and down my erection, twisting slightly before she lets go and spits on it.
She spit on it.
I find a pin in her hair and start picking them out one by one. She laughs, reaching her free hand up to help me until her honey waves come cascading down her shoulders. I groan before threading my fingers through her hair at the base of her neck and holding on tight. My eyes drift closed.
Her wet tongue sweeps over the tip of my cock, and I nearly come undone. My eyes pop back open, lasering in on her lips, which are currently wrapped around my dick. The light from the moon is shining into the studio, illuminating us just enough.
“Keep sucking me like that … make me forget my name.”
She sucks me in deeper, her eyes steadily dragging up my torso until she meets my gaze. The head of my cock brushes the back of her throat. She chokes on it, pulling back slightly as tears stream down her cheeks.
I’m going to come. Fuck.
I grip her hair tighter, trying to keep her head steady so I can calm down and pull back from the edge.
She loosens the suction of her mouth slightly, and I’m panting.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly. Her mouth is so wet and warm and fucking perfect, but I still want to feel her sweet pussy before I completely detonate. I gently pull her off by her hair.
“I need inside you. Now.”
I want to see her beneath me, spread out on the bed like a feast. I stand, spinning her around by her hair. She’s such a good, obedient girl. So different from how she normally acts, constantly disagreeing with me on the house renovation.
Summer likes to be told what to do when she’s naked, and fuck if I don’t like being the one to tell her. I lay her down on the king-size bed, my elbows on the mattress as I’m poised above her. But we’re both still half clothed, and I need her fully naked for this.
My shirt comes the rest of the way off first, impatiently, followed by my pants and underwear. I reach for her dress, which is pooled around her waist. I tug it down her body, getting caught on her wide hips. She lifts them for me, and I toss the garment on the ground.
My eyes sweep over her, taking in her angelic, flawless shape in the moonlight. I’ve seen so many beautiful women in New York. I’ve dated fashion models. None of them hold even a candle to her.
Every curve is a work of art. I want to worship her. My hands move of their own accord, sliding over her silky skin and mapping the way her hips turn into her waist, her ribs, her breasts.
I get distracted. I don’t know how much time passes of me obsessing over her perfection before I focus back on her eyes. She’s staring at me. I dip down and kiss her lips before my finger slides back between her legs.
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her.
She nods.
“I can go get some.”
She shakes her head.
“I’m clean.”
She nods again.
I grip my hard length, swiping the sensitive tip across her wet entrance. My eyes roll back in my head. I don’t know if I can handle this. I might come with the first thrust. I position myself, my eyes locking on hers as I slowly push inside her one inch.
Stars swim on the edge of my vision. “Cupcake, you’re gonna need to stay still for a few seconds.”
She lets out an exhale, mouth gaping open, like she’s not fully conscious either, just as affected as I am.
I shove in another inch.
Her irises are black.
Another inch.
Fuck.
She writhes beneath me, tilting her head to the side as her eyes roll back.
I slam all the way in. She cries out, gasping and clutching on to my triceps.
“I got you, baby. I got you. Hold on to me.”