14. Will I see you again?
WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN?
Iwould never get used to the way she sounded as she orgasmed against my body, my face, or my hands.
The way her body tightened in all the right places as she swore and shoved away the pleasure.
Her nose scrunching up as if she could stop the explosion, everything about her underneath me was incredibly sexy.
Summer’s orgasm tore through her as she called my name.
I paused long enough to work her through the waves of release, to watch as her whole body relaxed around me.
She was beautiful. If there were any doubts in my mind whether I would go to hell for her, they were shattered by the picture of her beneath me.
My cock strained against my pants but I couldn’t accept just one orgasm from her.
No, I wanted her to come harder. I needed her to remember the way my mouth painted her release.
I licked and twirled my tongue around her pussy, tasting her salty sweetness as her eyes fluttered closed. My finger pumped into her at a leisurely pace, giving her body enough time to ride the post-haze of orgasm but not enough time for the high to go away.
There was just something so intoxicating about having the power to make someone come with permission.
It was something I missed when we’d had sex before; sure; it was the heat of the moment and we both clearly wanted it, but this time she’d nodded.
Summer wanted me, and that made this moment a thousand times better than anything else.
The unspoken trust she placed in my hands was something I cherished.
My left hand snaked up her body towards her breast, teasing and skimming across her dusty nipples as I slowly pumped into her. My tongue danced across her clitoris to the same rhythm, as if I had all the time in the world. I didn’t, but I would make the time for her.
Summer’s eyes latched onto mine as her teeth sank into her lip, biting back the moans as she watched me.
Fire danced in her gaze, a beautiful sea of blue sparked to life.
Her hips flexed downwards, seeking more, and I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently.
A gasp escaped her lips and her pussy clenched around my finger.
Clearly she enjoyed the way I worked her body.
As if on cue, she clamped her thighs around my head, and I knew my teasing was over.
Locking my hand around her pelvis to hold her in place, I sucked and pulled at her clit with a renewed sense of urgency.
Another finger joining in her slippery wetness as I curled my fingers upwards to massage her g-spot, her hands latched onto my head to shove me away as her hips tried to buck me off.
Oh my little firecracker, you won’t move until you squirt over my face.
A broken scream filtered around her thighs, and her body shook with anticipation.
I sped up. Fingers working in overdrive as I sucked and pulled against her clitoris like it would be the last thing I did right in my life.
Summer’s walls tightened around my fingers, and her body quaked with need as I continued my pace, working her body like my favorite tool.
Every muscle responding to my command as her body battled her mind for when she’d scream her release.
Her breath caught in her throat as her thighs clenched tight, cutting off my own air. Any second now she —
Like a firecracker, she exploded, squirting her release on my face.
A scream echoed off the walls, and a smile danced on my lips as she rode the orgasm out, smearing her release across my nose and beard.
My dick straining to bury itself in her soaking wetness, I waited though.
Her body shook from the high, her eyes dazed as she relaxed her legs.
Kissing up her body, I felt every part of her tense from the heightened reaction. She looked absolutely stunning in the post-orgasmic glow.
“Would you rather I fuck you right here right now or would you prefer to be in control?” I whispered as my breath tickled her earlobe, my lips latching onto her lobe, pulling gently.
“Here,” she breathed. Her eyes welled with unshed tears, and I kissed them away, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
Her hands found the button on my pants. I could only imagine the thoughts that danced in her mind as she allowed me to take control of the situation.
Her hands shoved my pants down as I locked my lips on hers.
My tongue gentle but firm as I wound her soft blonde hair around my fingers, pulling gently as I cradled her body towards mine.
Straddling her, I peppered kisses across her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts as my cock slicked against her wetness.
A teasing motion as I watched her body for any signs that this was something she didn’t want.
It wasn’t that I thought she was fragile now; she was the most beautiful, brave woman I have ever loved, but I needed her to know I was no harm to her.
To let her know she was safe with me and that I would never force myself on her.
Her hips met my dick, catching on her entrance, and her hands wrapped around my back, pulling me inwards.
I hissed into our kiss as my cock seated within her warmth.
The feeling of her pussy as it clamped down around my dick was something I would never get used to.
Our tongues explored each other in a frantic devotion as I slid out of her slowly, pushing back in.
“Fuck,” she moaned, and the feeling was mutual as my teeth latched around her lower lip, my dick pulsing against her as I tried not to blow before I had even started.
Summer was just that captivating. My hands gripped her hair as I rolled my hips into hers with a renewed sense of security. Her pussy fluttered and tightened, sucking my dick in like a whirlpool, and my pace faltered against her.
“You feel so good little firecracker,” I praised as I flexed and rolled my hips.
Her breath hitched as her nails dug into my back.
Fuck did I love the way her nails raked down my skin.
I thrust into her again, a groan of pleasure slipping free from my mouth.
The way her hips met mine in time and her moaning into our kiss had me praising and cursing her all the same.
Her head falls back on the bed as my dick feels strangled in a vice. A shudder rolls through her body. My pace begins to falter as I can’t hold out any longer.
“Come with me, Summer.” The strangled plea leaves me breathless as I grip her close to me, gyrating my hips, each thrust leaving her breathless.
She’s panting as moans and wails tumble free from her; there’s a moment where I lose all train of thought.
The feeling overriding any other brain function, and I come crashing down.
“Ahh —” she wails. Sweat shines against her skin as I feel her quivering against me, out of breath and exhausted. I collapse next to her, my hand tucking a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind her ear.
We lay there staring and panting heavily, both too exhausted for words, just a beautifully broken mess of limbs.
“I can’t go with you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss against my temple. Part of me wanted to open my eyes and fling my arms around her, trapping her in my embrace, but that wasn’t going to happen.
"I don’t have handcuffs this time,” I grumbled, my eyes cracking against the early morning light.
She was pulling on her T-shirt, her back turned away.
Her scars seemed to reflect against the sun a testimony to how much she’d suffered at the hands of others.
After she pulled on her leggings she turned back to me.
“Do me a favor?” Her voice sounded vulnerable and unsure, and I sat up on my elbow.
“Anything.” I confirmed.
“When you make it to New York—” she caught herself, then stood a little straighter. “Just, keep an open mind.”
“I—” There wasn’t anything I could say fast enough as she turned and walked away.
I watched her go with restraint, long after I heard the door close behind her and the soft hum of the car as it drove away.
Some terrifying thought crept through my mind as if it were the last time I would see her. She’s not coming back.