Page 44 of No Summer Hotter than You

She rolled her eyes as she stepped up to me. Her cheeks were bright red despite trying to act nonchalantly, and I couldn’t help but grin. “All right. Let’s just get this over with.”

I leaned down just as she got up on her tiptoes. Her cool fingers grabbed my face and before I knew it her soft, pillowy lips brushed the corner of my mouth.

I let out an unexpected sigh, and right when I was about to lean into her, she pulled away. Unlike a few days ago, she wasn’t stiff or rigid. She was so natural about it I even forgot we were practicing for our performance for tomorrow night.

I blinked slowly, looking down at her and her shorter frame. Her eyes were twinkling with the yellow glow of the candlelight. Her fingers on my jaw loosened and were about to slip away when I placed my hands over them.

“Again,” I whispered.

She let out a small sigh but didn’t fight it. We leaned back into one another, and her lips pressed softly against the same spot she kissed earlier. She shuffled to pull away when I gently tugged her back with my hands on her hips, pulling her flushed against me. We were chest to chest with a mere two inches between our faces. I stared back into her warm, gentle eyes as she watched me.

“My turn,” I announced softly.

I leaned in and kissed her on the corner of her lips as she let out a shaky shutter against my cheek. I kissed her again on the other side and pulled away to see her reaction. Her sun-kissed skin was cherry-red from head to toe. I could feel her heart pounding, and it wasn’t until then that I realized my heart was beating at the same rate as hers, as if we were one. We shared one gulp of breath together before I jerked my body away from hers as if I just got burned by the fire.

I nodded stiffly. “Yup,” I mumbled, stupidly. “Yup, that was g-good.”

“Y-yeah,” she responded weakly. “I’m going to head to bed soon so?—”

“No worries. I’m heading out.” I was awkward as hell as I turned on my heels and headed out her back door. I only ever used it when I didn’t want Mrs. Turner to see me coming and going out of Shoua’s place. She could be a little nosy at times. “Good night!”

Before she could say the same, I was already off and running to bed. It had been a long and exhausting day, and I was tired. Yup. Yeah, that had to be why I asked her to kiss me twice. I was simply exhausted and needed to rest.

In bed, my heart continued to race. All I could think of was the way her lips felt against the corner of my lips. She was so close yet so far away from kissing me on the lips, and I felt my cheeks become hot.

I shut my eyes and forced myself to sleep.

It had to be because of those stupid kisses before bed. I should have never had a dream of Shoua . . . of the way she was laid out in front of me.

Her velvety soft skin practically shimmered under the moonlight as the sexy curves and dips of her body cast shadows over her skin. My hands itched to fill my palms with her full and supple breasts, and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking on her sweet, brown nipples. She parted her legs for me, showing me those beautiful glistening wet folds of hers, and I almost couldn’t control myself.

I wanted to kiss her until she was sick of it. I wanted to kiss her until she was pleading me over and over again to take her. I wanted her so fucking bad as my cock ached for her touch.

She motioned me over to her—to slip into her—and I did.

With my face buried deep into her neck, she let out a whimper followed by a small moan with the flex of my hips. Her summer coconut perfume filled my nostrils with every breath and drove me crazy. My throbbing cock was buried deep into her slick, wet, and pulsating pussy. I thrusted into her with the crack of my hips, and she let out a scream as I groaned.

“Anthony,” she called out breathlessly.

I swallowed thickly as I pulled away to find Shoua with her eyes rolled back and her wet, pink lips parted. She finally looked up at me with dark lust in her eyes, making my cock harder than before. I pulled out my shaft completely, leaving her a begging and crying mess, and only returning to her with a deep-seated thrust. A weak scream tumbled out of her as my momentum quickened.

I grabbed one of her hands, sucked her fingers sloppily wet, and brought it down to her clit. “Come for me, Shoua,” I demanded.

She let out a shaky whimper as she started to pleasure herself. Her pussy tightly contracted, and I let out a shaky moan. Jesus fucking Christ. I was never much of a moaner, but with the things Shoua was doing to me, loud groans started rumbling out of me.

Her legs quaked around my hips, signaling she was on the brink of coming. Immediately, I pried one of her legs from me and pinned it to the mattress to reach a new angle. Her throaty moans filled the air as I pummeled viciously in and out of her and she came without a single warning. Her core clenched and gripped so firmly around my cock that I also?—

I jolted myself awake with a loud gasp. My room was dark and there was no Shoua laid out in front of me, fully nude. Thank god. It was barely three in the morning; the city was still quietly sleeping away. But there was one very apparent problem I had to deal with at that very moment and that was my erection.

My dick was hot, thick, and already throbbing achingly, as if my very own body wished Shoua was really here. With a shaky sigh, I tugged down my boxer briefs. I spat into my hand and slicked back the saliva onto my shaft with my tight fist.

Don’t think about the dream. Don’t think about the dream.

When you tell someone not to do something, they do exactly that.

I thought about the dream with each sensual stroke. Sweet shivers traveled down my spine as the sound of Shoua moaning my name echoed in my ears, cajoling me to continue. With a thick swallow, I got onto my knees as my hand stilled. My hips thrusted into it just as I did to her in a dream that felt more like a tucked away memory.

I methodically clenched and tightened my hand the way her pussy did in my dream. Then I quickened my thrusts. Once meticulous, each pump was now sloppy and eagerly edging me closer to my release. Just as Shoua came unexpectedly, so did I with a low groan. My milky release sprayed all over my bedsheets probably just like it would’ve been across her sexy torso if I hadn’t woken up.

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