Page 66 of Rival Summer

I straddled him as we kissed with a hunger that had been simmering just below the surface for years. Boston's hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps. The heat between my legs was building, my core aching for him. I grinded my hips against him, our tongues moving together.

"Boston," I breathed, lost in the heat of the moment, "I want you. I’m ready."

Boston pulled back slightly, searching my face with foggy eyes. “Ready for what?”

I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “I want you to be my first,” I confessed, looking up at him through my lashes.

Boston’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he tilted his head. “Tonight?”

I nodded. “Yes, now.”

“Why?” he asked, his hand came up to cradle my cheek, his thumb gently rubbing away the tension there.

“Because I want to do this with you, and I know I’m ready,” I admitted, feeling confident in my decision.

His touch was tender, the action protective. "That's not something you should rush," he said gently. "There will be other weekends—just because we’re here doesn’t mean it has to happen now."

"I know it doesn’t have to happen now, but I want it to.” A wave of frustration hit, mixing with a sharp pang of rejection. I dropped my arms from around him. “It’s fine if you don’t."

Before I could turn fully away, his grip tightened on my arm, pulling me back against his solid frame, refusing to let me turn away. "I really fucking want to," he said, surrendering. "Only if you’re sure."

"I’m sure," I affirmed.

He kissed me again, and this time, there was no turning back. I pulled away from the kiss as I reached for the hem of my dress, and then lifted it over my head before I tossed it on the floor—exposing the black lingerie beneath.

"Holy fuck," he breathed out, half-curse, half-prayer. He bit his lip—an unconscious gesture that sent waves of desire crashing through me. "You're perfect," he breathed, his blue eyes filled with need as they roamed over my body.

He kissed my neck and collarbone, his breath hot against my skin, before he lifted me and flipped me around. I relished thesoftness of the cool sheets against my skin as he gently guided me down on the bed.

His right hand worked to unhook my bra before taking one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and teasing it with his teeth. He trailed soft, lingering kisses down my body until he reached my stomach. I let out a gasp as he parted my legs and his lips moved to my inner thighs making me tremble in excitement.

"That feels so good," I purr, arching my back and running my hands through his hair.

When he finally reached my clit, he teased me with his tongue, flicking lightly before sucking and licking with more intensity. I was squirming beneath him, my hands gripping the sheets.

"Boston," I begged, "I want you inside me."

He looked up at me with a smirk and reached for his wallet, then slowly slid on a condom.

"I’ll do my best to get you through any pain," he said, tentatively. “But tell me if you need to stop.”

"Okay," I whispered.

He pressed his broad tip against my slick entrance, teasing me with a hint of what was to come. My body responded instinctively, arching towards him and trying to take him in, but he held back.

“Are you ready?” he asked, searching my face.

“Yes.” My breath shivered in anticipation.

He pushed inside, carefully, taking his time and moving agonizingly slowly. I gasped at the sensations, a mix of pleasure and pain. He reached for my hand and pinned it to the bed. His fingers slid between mine in a tight grip, in a promise—he was there to comfort me through this. His touch made me feel calm and alive all at once.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pausing in concern.

"Yes, keep going," I whispered, breathlessly.

“Is this what you want?” he breathed, spreading my legs slightly wider.

"Yes… I feel so full," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.

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