Page 117 of My Summer Girl

“What do you need?”

Her eyes wander all over me, pausing at my chest. It’s like she needs skin to skin contact. We’re in the confines of her blankets, a little shelter away from outside scents and disruptions.

She seems so lost, wiggling and fidgeting beneath her clothes, and also adamant of me staying under these blankets. So, I do what I can, removing my dress to the best of my ability.

Her eyes narrow in concentration before her fingers deftly unlace the back of the corseted bodice, not even slightly as gentle as Vex was earlier. She’s quick and determined, and once she’s satisfied with the removal, she throws it outside the duvet and brings my body flush with hers.

She’s only wearing a crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination—thank Hades for that—and shorts that are easily removable.

“You?”

She frantically nods and begins shimmying out of her bottoms before flinging her top away. It’s warm under here but not uncomfortable. She’s the warmer of us. The rain and honey scent she has intensifies and my mouth waters.

Why does the thought of not tasting her make me want to die?

I wanted to move slow, get to know her, fall for her properly, but she smells divine, and there’s a need inside me to taste her.

“Can I—” I begin to ask, but I’m unsure what I’m asking. She lays backwards, widening her thighs. “I don’t feel right. It’s like I need to touch you. Am I drugged?”

She shakes her head, but it’s not reassuring. “Touch.”

I hold back, shaking my head and she whines like I’ve rejected her somehow. I reach forward, tracing her face with my fingers. She’s so godsdamned beautiful. As I’m making a pass over the other side of her face, she kisses my wrist, and I swear I feel warmth between my thighs.

I’m unsure what’s happening and why my body is almost primed and ready, no foreplay at all, and I for some reason will perish if I don’t have her.

Her tongue flicks out and she licks my wrist before letting out a pained mewl. “Fuck,” she hisses. “Please touch me.”

Those were the most coherent words she’s uttered tonight. “This feels wrong,” I whisper, needing her to understand my plight. Respecting boundaries and consent is super important to me, especially being a part of a kink relationship with Vex.

There’s a newfound clarity in her gaze as she flinches. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong, but I’m in agony, princess. Please,” she begs. Her eyes well with unshed tears.

“I don’t want to take advantage,” I implore, cupping her jaw. She rubs against my hands, her face hotter than before. Is she having a fever? Do Solerans have human-like sickness?

“I don’t want to jinx it, but I think it’s a mate thing,” she hisses, and then clenches her jaw, grabbing her stomach. “There’s not been one in my lifetime, but there’s a need to...” her eyes wander around my face. “To mate you.”

“I-I...” I stutter over the reasoning of why this isn’t okay, but her vines encase me. Some of the yellow buds spread a little, yellow as the sun, petals unfurling, making me gasp. The vines encase me and take the surprise off my brain. Their claiming is subtle at first, a little slithering across my arms, then it’s around my chest like a corset.

She doesn’t touch me, but when my eyes shut, it’s a connection like when I laid in the fields. Solera.

She’s fighting it.

“Fighting what?”

Pollination.

“How do I help her?”

Solera offers images of us kissing, touching, and then Vera’s body shifting, and then entering mine.

“How—” I start to ask, but it just keeps repeating the imagery.

Trust her.

My body tingles with fear and anticipation as the vines unfasten from me. Above me stares Ver. Her eyes are even darker somehow, hungry. Yet, she holds back, waiting for me to give in.

“Go ahead,” I encourage, kissing the palm she has on my face. She doesn’t say anything as she leans forward, her tongue flicking at the silver barbell in my nipple. A moan escapes as she sucks the pebbled flesh in her mouth.

Goddess, this shouldn’t feel so heavenly. Her body heats the entire fort of blankets, and I can’t focus too much on how it makes me sweat because her body touches mine and pleasure zips up my spine.

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