Page 59 of Rival Summer

She laughed and I couldn’t keep my hands off her a moment longer.

I pulled her into my arms, her damp hair brushing against my cheek. "And I’ve wanted to do this all day."

I drew near and her lips parted, inviting me in and I eagerly obliged. The sweetness of her tongue danced with mine as the kiss deepened, our hands roaming each other's bodies. Her fingers raked through my hair, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't get enough. As we kissed a burning desire grew within me, an insatiable hunger that threatened to consume me whole.

I pulled away for a moment, trying to regain my composure. "Chandler," I whispered, "we can stop if you want to."

But she shook her head, her eyes burning with desire. "No," she said, softly, "I don't want to."

“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” I said between kisses, doing my best to hold back from the urges threatening to overtake me. But she was having none of it. She pulled me back in, her lips crushing mine with a fierce intensity that took my breath away.

"Don't be a gentleman tonight," she murmured between kisses. "Keep going."

All my restraint melted away. I surrendered to the heat that coursed through my veins, the burning need that consumed me. I ran my hands over her body feeling the soft curves of her hips, the firmness of her breasts. She moaned as I touched her, her body responding to mine.

I could feel myself growing harder with every touch, every kiss. She reached down and traced circles through my pants, her fingers and nails teasing me, driving me wild with desire. I groaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

"You're killing me," I whispered into her ear.

She laughed softly, a low, sexy sound that made my cock jump. "Good," she whispered. "I like seeing you squirm."

And with that, I gave in. I pushed her back onto the bed, my body covering hers. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, grinding herself against my hard cock, searching for the friction we both desperately needed.

I knew I needed to hold back and take it slow with her, so I carefully rolled us onto our sides, making her lock eyes with me.

"Tell me what you want," I rasped, my palms journeying upwards, until they found their destination. My hands cupped her breasts, each one fitting perfectly in my large hands. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, feeling them harden under my touch. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as she pressed her hips against mine.

"Touch me," she begged, panting.

Reacting to her, my hand glided down her body, tracing the curves of her hips before slipping beneath the edge of her panties. Heat radiated off her, and I knew she was wet and ready for me. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her clench around me, and she let out a low moan.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand. I added another finger, pumping in and out of her while my thumb circled her clit.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I groaned against the shell of her ear, as my dick twitched in my shorts.

"Please, keep going," she panted, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I upped the pace, my fingers moving faster inside her. Her muscles tightened around me, and I knew she was close. I leaned down to capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting gently. Her face flushed with pleasure, her lips parted.

“Mmm, Boston,” she moaned.

I watched her as she hesitated slightly, and I carefully studied her face, trying to decipher her thoughts. Then she leaned in and whispered, "Let me do this." My breathing faltered as she trailed her fingers under my waistband. Her hand trembled slightly as she grasped me, then wrapped her fingers gently around my hard length.

"Holy fuck," I let out the moment she touched me.

My eyes rolled back when she freed me from my shorts. The sensation of her skin against mine was almost too much to bear. I slowed the pace of my fingers on her, becoming utterly distracted by the way she was taking control. I bit my lip, trying to regain my composure, but it was no use. My body was completely at her mercy. She began to move her hand up and down, her fingers tightening around me with each stroke, and I had to remind myself to keep my hands working her.

She was getting more confident with each passing moment, her movements becoming more sure and deliberate. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I didn't want it to end. I wanted to savor every moment of this exquisite torture.

I continued to explore the depths of her, my fingers curling and uncurling within her.

"Oh… fuck," she moaned, and it sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her inner walls clenching around me, begging for more as I quickened my pace. My mouth found hers once again in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm that mirrored the movements of my hand.

Her fingers stroked and teased my length, every delicate touch, every firm squeeze sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Shit, that's it," I groaned as she picked up her pace, her hand sliding up and down my shaft.

I could feel her getting closer as she let out a gasp. I moved my hand faster, curling my fingers inside her in just the right way to make her cry out in ecstasy. She threw her head back, her body writhing beneath me as she came undone.

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