Page 45 of Summer Nights

“It's okay, Scar.” My voice is a whisper and I can’t help the way it shakes in anticipation. I don't bother telling her it wasn't the temperature that was what made me flinch.

She begins working the lotion into my shoulder. I groan at the feeling. It hurts so good. Her hands are like magic, working out the ache in my body. Eventually she moves her hands over my back, massaging the rest of my body.

She runs her hands up and down my spine and I have to refrain from making any noises. I can’t help the hitch of breath as her hands creep lower down my back, her hands rubbing over the globes of my ass.

She lifts her hands off my back, “Roll over, sweet boy.” Her voice is low, husky and so God damn sexy.

I immediately agree, rolling over the minute Scarlett takes her weight off me. She sits back down on me and any previous attempts at hiding just how hard I am completely diminish, as she sits directly on my cock.

We stare into each other's eyes. Neither of us moving for a moment. Breathing each other in.

Scarlett is the first to move. She leans down close to my face. “If you don’t want this, tell me right now and we'll stop.”

“Don’t stop, Scar. Please don’t stop.” I don’t need to say anything else. Her lips meet mine in a soul sucking kiss. I've kissed her countless times over the last month but this one is different. This kiss is consuming. She's taking her fill of me and I am completely at her mercy. Zero complaints from me.

My hands snake up her thighs, slowly caressing her body as I make my way further, eventually reaching the hem of her shirt. She sits up then and we both remove her shirt, leaving her in a bikini. Scarlett reaches around pulling the strings and I watch as the top falls down her body, releasing her tits. I swear my eyes bug at the sight.

“Fuck me, Scar.” I manage to stutter out. The grin Scarlett shoots me lets me know that whatever is about to come out of her mouth is Sonny worthy.

“That’s exactly what I plan to do sweet boy.” Her wink is my undoing. I flip her over, a sharp breath escaping her lips. I press my body into hers and by the way her eyes light up, she sure as fuck can feel what she’s doing to me. I run my gaze down her body. Admiring the way her tits sit perked on her chest. My literal wet dream.

“You’re spectacular, Scarlett.”

She moves her hands down her body, her fingers tucking into her denim shorts. I give her space to take them off. I choke when I realise her panties have come off with her shorts, leaving her bare beneath me.

“You’re going to be my undoing, Scarlett.” I groan. Scarlett quirks a brow at me as she looks down at my shorts.

“I think you're wearing too much Dacre.”

I shed my pants instantly, my cock bobbing from the quick movement. I watch as Scarlett’s eyes travel down my body, pausing at my weeping dick.

I stay kneeling there for a moment. Neither of us really knowing what to do at this exact moment. It brings me comfort knowing we're both inexperienced and are able to be awkward and fumble together.

I pull courage from some part of myself as I spread Scarlett’s thighs, giving me a full view of her pussy. I swallow hard before looking back up to her face. She looked confident before but now I see a bit of hesitation in her eyes.

“If this is too much Scar, we can stop now. We don’t have to go any further, just like you said before.”

She shakes her head. “No, I want this Dacre. I want this with you. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else but you.”

Her words give me the reassurance I need. I bend down, locking my lips onto hers, swiping her lips and asking for permission. She parts them instantly. Our tongues swirl together and I swallow the moan she lets out. I drag my hand up the outside of her thigh, moving it along her skin letting it travel straight to her pussy. Fuck, she's drenched. I feel her body tighten as I cup her. She instantly relaxes before I can pull my hand away. I pull back from her, looking down and watching as I find her clit and begin giving it a gentle rub. Her back arches off the bed and her groan runs through my entire body, straight down to my dick that twitches just from her reaction. I have to will myself not to fucking cum.

“Good baby?” I ask as I continue to rub her clit in gentle circles. I get no response apart from her moan and a quick nod. With my index finger still rubbing circles on her clit, I trail my middle finger lower parting her lips, instantly finding her core. I gently push my finger into her pussy, watching as her back arches and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Once I’ve bottomed out inside her, I feel her walls clench around me. I fuck my finger inside of her slowly, eventually adding another finger into her.

“Good girl, Scar. Fucking hell you are so God damn tight.” My talking just seems to spur Scarlett on.

“Fuck, Dacre. Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to cum.”

“Cum then baby. All over my fingers.” I don’t know where this side of me has spawned from, but it's exactly what Scarlett needs. I watch the pure ecstasy overcome her features as her orgasm crests. It takes everything in me not to follow her. Shit, she hasn’t even touched my cock yet and I could've cum right alongside her.

Her body eventually relaxes. I watch as her expression fills with determination as she looks at me. Her body flips mine over. I just lie there, staring with wide eyes at this girl that had the ability to flip me just like that after an earth shattering orgasm. She straddles me and I feel as her wet pussy rubs over my dick.

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

“I need you. Right now.” I’m already nodding and she hasn’t even finished her sentence completely. “Do you have a condom?” I nod again, words failing me, as I nod towards my suitcase. She quickly hops off me, scrambling over to where it sits on the floor. I rub my hands over my face and give myself a pep talk.

Right. This is fine. It's all good. We're just about to have sex for the first time with the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever seen in my life. You'll be fine. Just don’t fucking cum early like a little fucking virgin. Get it together.

Her touch on my dick shocks me out of my inner dialogue. I open my eyes and watch as she rolls the condom down my dick. She fumbles a little bit but she is doing a better job than I would have been able to at this point in time. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have even been able to get it out of the packet, let alone put it on right. Once she’s done, she straddles me again. That look of unease is back. Her eyes blow wide as she looks at me.

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