Page 69 of Five Summers

Driven by this motivation, I slowly trace a fingernail down my stomach. Any doubts I may have had about my weight vanish completely at this moment. His gaze on me, his eyes hooded, almost dare me to continue. As I playfully trace my fingertips along the waistband of my panties, a surge of exhilaration washes over me, setting my stomach abuzz with intense fluttering butterflies.

Without warning, he swiftly moves his hand down and begins to stroke himself through his jeans.

With an intense gaze, he watches me as I rub myself through my panties, my mind consumed with thoughts of him touching me. As I notice a shift in his breathing, it becomes clear to me that his self-control is slowly weakening. In response, I choose to push the boundaries even further.

With a smile on my face, I casually slip my hand into the waistband of my panties. Excitement and desire course through every cell of my being. As I slide a finger into my wetness, a sharp breath escapes my parted lips.

His jaw tightens as his eyes examine my body, lingering at the space between my legs. My heart races as I inhale quickly, closing my eyes tightly.

When I reopen them, he’s directly in front of me, kneeling and looking at me with a desire that seems to plead, as if he wants to devour me entirely.

“Move your fucking hand now!” His voice breaks through the silence. His words resonate firmly in my ears, leaving no room for negotiation. I immediately surrender to his command.

A sudden, sharp tug on my ankle startles me, causing a squeak to escape my lips. His handsome face, wet from the rain, is just inches away from me.

“Stay still,” he demands, his voice velvety and raspy, while the fiery intensity in his eyes sends an electrifying shiver down my spine. Every nerve in my body tenses, yearning for his touch, but it never comes.

He lifts his head staring up at me, blinking through the rain. The longing in his eyes is unmistakable - he wants me, and it's impossible to ignore. He lowers his face again, fixing his gaze upon my pussy. The feeling of anticipation builds within me, filling me with exhilaration, as I eagerly await his touch.

A shiver runs through me as his fingertips delicately glide over the inside of my wet thigh. A tightness settles across his face, a sign of his self-control. My senses heighten, and my heart pounds like a drum as he leans in, replacing his fingers with his skillful tongue.

The sensation of his tongue on my inner thigh is utterly captivating, almost heavenly, arousing me with every deliberate stroke. I willingly submit to him, longing to be his instrument, eager to be played. The intense sensation of his touch, coupled with the way he gazes up at me, results in a seriously hot experience. My heart dances with excitement as he keeps eyecontact, leisurely tracing his tongue along the delicate flesh of my inner thighs.

With every glide over a new spot, he plants a sweet little kiss on it. A shiver runs down my spine, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. And whenever he discovers a spot that elicits a reaction from me, he revisits it once more.

Again and again.

He is becoming increasingly familiar with my body, utilizing all the things that bring me pleasure to push me to the brink of madness. I tightly shut my eyes and clench my hands, exerting every ounce of effort to resist the urge to react.

“Xander,” I add, my voice barely a whisper when his tongue traces the edge of my panties.

Knowing exactly what he's doing, he gives me that cocky grin, purposefully fueling my anticipation and creating an irresistible desire for more.

As frustration builds up within me, he changes his direction and proceeds to plant a series of tender kisses along my hip. However, he skillfully avoids the area that is pulsating with desire. Unable to control myself, a small whimper of irritation escapes my lips.

“Please,” I gasp, biting down on my lip so hard that it sends a sharp pain coursing through me. Finally, I feel his touch where I ache the most. My thighs quiver as he delicately explores the contours of my most intimate area with his tongue. I am overcome by a powerful combination of arousal and wetness that takes over my senses.

Suddenly, Xander’s movements halt abruptly. He draws his face closer, inhaling my scent deeply. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips, causing my nipples to harden and my heart to race.

There is something incredibly satisfying about the way he responds to me like I am exactly what he wants.

“Xander,” I squirm as he pulls my soaked underwear to one side and slowly trails his tongue along the length of my folds. His eyes remain fixed on me as he skillfully teases me, causing an incoherent sound to escape my lips. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I grip the top of his head as he changes direction, tormenting me with slow, torturous circles of his tongue.

He stops once more, his methods of torment stirring both love and hate within me. I release a tense breath through clenched teeth, observing as his smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. The jerk knows exactly what he’s doing. He finds pleasure in teasing me. Unexpectedly, he surprises me by exhaling a warm breath onto my pussy, causing a whirlwind of sensations to surge through my body. The contrast of the cold rain and his heated breath sets a fire ablaze within me. With his skilled touch, he begins to pleasure me, expertly licking my clit, causing me to writhe and whimper involuntarily.

I am consumed by waves of pleasure, each moment growing more intense than the last. I cannot suppress my helpless moans, as the overwhelming pleasure he brings me takes control. Eventually, I reach the pinnacle, an orgasm so powerful that it takes me several minutes to collect myself. Once I do, I discover him staring up at me with a predatory gaze, his expression exuding undeniable arrogance. He gently adjusts my panties back into position and tenderly places a soft kiss on the lace.

“Now, stick your finger back in,” he says in a raspy voice.

Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my underwear, following his instructions to collect my wetness. I’m remarkably slick. As soon as I comply, he snatches my hand. A rush of warmth floods my cheeks as he runs his nose along my finger before closing his mouth around it. Standing up abruptly, he captures my mouth with his own, leaving me speechless. The moment his tongue explores mymouth, I yield completely to him. Heaven help me, this man is like quicksand, and I’m falling, descending, sinking deeper and deeper.

Chapter twenty-three

Xander

Ican't take my eyes off this beautiful girl standing before me. Drenched from the downpour, seeing her like this radiates a heat that drives me wild. Her long, blonde hair clings to her body, forming a mesmerizing curtain that falls over her tits. The wetness adds an irresistible allure, igniting a deep desire within me. The way she moved and pleasured herself in the rain is an image that will forever be burned in my mind. This girl has a power over me that leaves me completely undone every single time. I haven’t fucked another chick in four weeks, which is totally out of character for me. But who would want to fucksomeone else when I can be with this girl who gets me all riled up every time, I lay eyes on her?

I glide my tongue slowly across my parted lips, savoring the delightful lingering flavor of her coming on my mouth. Her alluring and sweet nectar always leaves me wanting more.

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