Page 63 of My Summer Girl

His tongue swipes over my clit and then he sucks. I’m a goner. Whining and wiggling on top of him. He growls as I drip all over his face.

His hands cup my hips, his fingers digging into my fleshy skin. He doesn’t assist my movements, probably hoping I’ll do it for him.

Adjusting my knees on both sides of his face, I ride him, enjoying the way he nibbles on my clit with every pass. Halting my hips, his tongue snakes out and sinks into me, curving like his fingers would.

I cry out, holding my breasts, pinching my nipples for extra stimulation.

“Right there,” I scream, panting and holding steady as he enters me over and over.

He growls while I shake above him, my legs jiggling as another orgasm overtakes me, and I release all over his chin.

There’s a hum coming from him, almost like a satisfied purr, and it has me limbless. I start to move, wanting to see his face, but he holds me there, his tongue still burrowed deep.

His hands come up my torso, his fingertips tickling over my sensitized skin. I moan as he trails up to my breasts, taking them from my own hold.

He massages them, taking extra time with my piercings, and then pulls his tongue from me, moving it toward my clit. Sucking it into his mouth, I keen, whimpering as he suckles on it.

“Te deseo.” I whine once more, needing him. He slides me down his chest, my release dragging all across his abs, glistening for me to see. His face is full of pride as he licks his lips, his eyes wild with hunger.

“Te quiero comer a besos,” he rumbles, offering me promises. And while I’d love for him to kiss me all over, I’d rather feel him inside me.

“Cógeme,” I plead, unwilling to draw it out. He growls, holding me above his cock, and then he pushes me down. I sink onto him. He’s massive, splitting me in two as I take him with labored breaths.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, sweetness.” His palms cup my ass, kneading my cheeks with care as I continue to work myself down. I’m practically dripping as he seats inside me.

“Sí, sí, así,” I encourage.

“So wet,” he murmurs, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over my flesh. “All this for me?” I nod, thinking of how good my body feels, the goosebumps skating across my skin. “How lucky I must be.”

I start to rise, and he follows my lead, and when I slam back down, my eyes roll back, the pure bliss fueling me.

“Shit,” he winces as if in pain, and I laugh.

“Hurt?”

“Trying not to come too soon,” he responds.

“You act like we can’t go again and again,” I tease while he draws me forward, capturing my lips. His teeth tug on me, dragging across as I grind down on him.

My clit throbs from being used and with the craving to keep being touched. I’m greedy, needy for him. I writhe as he pumps into me.

Heat trails up my body, near my throat, and tingles start to envelope me. Letting go of my lips, he peers at me in amazement.

“Come for me again?”

It’s the gentlest request from the gentlest giant. My movements pick up pace, trying for another orgasm as he stiffens beneath me.

“That’s it, sweetness. Come for Raevar,” he directs, bringing his fingers to my clit. He rubs purposeful circles over it, thrusting upward while I palm his chest to stabilize myself.

With one last pinch, I’m shaking, screaming as I release, and heat fills me as he comes inside me. There’s so much, I can feel it leaving me and smearing my thighs.

He brings my face back to his and sensually kisses me, holding my skull like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever had the luck of holding.

“That was so good,” I murmur, wanting to cuddle him as exhaustion settles into my bones. I’m so weary and blissed out.

“I don’t know how to let you go,” his sad voice whispers as my eyes close of their own accord.

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