CHAPTER 22
Declan
Summer is perfect.
Strong and lithe but her firm flesh is wrapped in the softest and silkiest skin I’ve ever touched in my life. She’s a gentle peach color, with a hint of pink. And I’m looking right now at a set of puffy, wet pussy lips that are a darker version of the rest of her.
Holy shit. She’s gorgeous. Like a milky-white sculpture already melting in my mouth. She tastes like heaven on my tongue, salty and sweet. And her scent is delicate and thoroughly female. I can already feel her surrender to me.
I gotta pace myself. Slow my roll. Because right now, I’m a hair’s breadth away from spinning her around, throwing her down, and fucking the shit out of her.
Maybe not the first time, you wankhammer.
Because I’d like for there to be a second time. And a third time and, honestly, I already know that ten thousand times won’t be enough. Maybe even the rest of my life won’t quite cut it. I know this about Summer, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.
I’ve always known this about her.
My hands cup her spectacular, round ass. She’s vibrating against my lips and tongue as I probe her, push her open. Her little clit is hot and hard under my kisses, and I tease it, then back off, then return to tease it some more.
I want Summer out of her mind when I slide into her. I want her to be so hot and slick for me that she loses track of where she is, what position she’s in, or where her body ends and mine begins.
I want her crying out when she cums all over me.
I already have a feeling that Summer will cum and cum and cum. She’s already purring and groaning in pleasure as my mouth plays with her. Her enthusiasm makes me smile, and my lips widen over this sweet, sweet pussy she’s been unfairly hiding from me for far too long.
I slip my middle finger inside her.
Fuck.
She’s so incredibly tight. But she’s so wet that she’ll probably be able to take me. At least I hope. Because it’s a surprise just how snug she is, how she clenches around my finger—just one finger. I slide a second up into her body.
She cries out. I glance up to see her looking down at me, her soft hair sliding over her nipples, a look of surprise in those beautiful eyes. Her belly moves up and down with the force of her breath.
“You good?”
She nods, then throws her head back, her hair falling down her back.
Fuck me.
I want to eat her, consume her.
Her smooth stomach has the most perfect rounded slope to it. Summer’s belly is muscular without being masculine, muscles and sinew gift-wrapped for me in a thin layer of satiny flesh.
Those absolutely gorgeous tits of hers are round and full, gently lifted from the underside and tipped with hard nipples begging to be sucked and bitten.
This pussy is a delicacy. She tastes as rich as the ocean, like warm honey on my tongue, and she’s dripping all over my face. Summer’s ready for more, so I slip a third finger up into her.
She lets go with a long, intense moan. It’s delight, yes, but there’s also an underlying surprise in her cry. Like she wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s good.
I slip my fingers out from the clutch of her pussy walls. Then I open my mouth as wide as possible, sucking in as much of her as I can. She wasn’t kidding. She’s slick as a porpoise and ready for love.
My hands grip her ass, then the back of her thighs. I push her into my mouth.
I move my tongue on her clit. Slow and languid, moving in circles, and then quick and light. When I feel her begin to tremble in my hands and beneath my mouth, I pull away, then quickly slide all three fingers back inside her.
She cums like a rocket, soaking my hand and wrist. And then she collapses into me as if she’s a rag doll. I catch her, pick her up, and throw her down on the bed.
She’s staring at me in shock. She’s panting and looks to be on the verge of either crying or laughing. I don’t know which it is, but either is okay under the circumstances, since she came so hard she nearly broke my fingers.
I slide open the bedside table drawer, grab a condom, and roll it on.
Summer stares, wide-eyed, watching the process with wonder. She’s still suspended in that place between laughter and tears. She locks her eyes on mine. It could still go either way, and I’m waiting.
I grab her legs and pull her to me so that her ass is at the edge of the bed. Her hair trails behind her on the duvet, creating a wonderful visual. She looks like an angel with a brunette halo.
Then I lift her by the back of the knees and spread her open and she looks like an angel who’s about to get dicked.
I can’t remember the last time I felt the weight of this moment so intensely. That’s because I’ve never felt any of this so intensely.
No woman I’ve taken has ever meant this much to me. I’ve never loved and fucked the same woman at the same time. Because I’ve only ever loved Summer.
This old dawg is about to learn a new trick.
“Holy shitballs,” Summer whispers. It’s the first thing she’s said in a while, and I smile down at her. Her eyes are huge.
“We’re just getting started, baby.”
And she laughs. She presses her head into the bed and closes her eyes and laughs from the bottom of her soul. “This is fucking awesome!” she yells. “Yes!”
I press my palms to the inside of her thighs and open her up even more. Her laughter stops and she brings her gaze to mine again.
“You’re so beautiful, Summer. You’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”
I lower myself over her, then brush my lips against hers. So soft. So gentle. I lower my hips just a bit, enough that I’m knocking at her door. The tip of my dick is just at her entrance.
She starts squirming under me. She’s impatient. She wants it. Good. Because she’s going to get it. And I have a feeling that the sex between us will be off-the-rails great. I bet we’ll come away from this surprised that sex could even be this good.
My mouth is serious on hers now. My kiss demands she give me everything I want, everything we’ve denied ourselves for way too long.
My tongue invades her mouth just as my dick begins to slide up into her. Summer arches against me. She clasps a hand behind my head and buries her fingers in my hair, pulling me tighter to her still.
Finally. Our lives are about to change.
I flex my hips, getting the tip inside. She stills. I press on. She’s so fucking small inside. But the little mewling noises she’s making against my lips are the sexiest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. I keep sliding in.
Deeper.
Damn! Her pussy is clutching at me. Squeezing. I have to force my way in a little more. Then a little deeper still.
Fuck! She’s so tight. Another inch. Then another. I know I’m big, but she’s having trouble taking me. Real trouble. I don’t want to hurt her. I pull out a bit, then go back in.
I feel her other hand reach down between our bodies. She flattens her palm against my stomach.
“Slow,” she says into the kiss. “Go slow, Declan.”
Go slow. Real trouble. Force. Squeeze.
My eyes fly open, and I wrench my lips from hers. I stare down at her face in disbelief.
“What the fuck, Summer?! ARE YOU A VIRGIN?”
“Not anymore,” she says.
I try to back out, but both her hands slap down on my ass. Hard. “Don’t you dare stop, Declan.”
I freeze. Her eyes lock on mine and she gives me a little smile.
“Fuck me, MacLaine. Do it.”