Page 27 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

Her walls tighten at my growl, a steady stream of incoherent whimpers falling from her lips as she trails her fingers down my back.

"Tanner," she cries between whimpers, and I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of hearing my name from her lips. "Almost there again."

"Fuck, Darling. Me too," I manage to press out before pulling back from her, much to her protest.

I need to go faster, I need to go harder but she let go of me, so I pull her up with me, having her sit in my lap. I drive into her quicker, and with more force, until her fingertips dig into my shoulders so harshly, I'm sure they break my skin.

"Tanner," she cries out, her core tightening and I know she’s about to come.

“Do it, Summer,” I growl, thrusting into her relentlessly. “Come for me.”

Instantly, I feel her come apart around me and I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, watching her face flush with pleasure, eyebrows creasing as waves of pleasure shoot through her.

“Summer,” I growl just before my own orgasm washes over me. "Holy fuck," I mumble against her throat, and continue to drive myself into her, my whole body tense. Her fingers, playing with strands of my hair on my neck as I cum inside her. She’s everywhere, commanding all of my senses. The way she feels around my cock, her heavy breaths right next to my ear, the taste of her essence still on my tongue and the scent of her shampoo driving me crazy while all I can see is her face.

"Fuck, yeah, we need to do that again, later," she whispers, and my eyes dart to her exhausted yet happy face, adorned with a satisfied grin and her cheeks still flush.

I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Don’t worry,” I say with a wicked grin. “I intend to do that many more times tonight."

"I'll hold you to that." She bites her lip, but the grin remains on her lips.

And that's when the realization washes over me like a tsunami: I might just have gotten myself into more than I can handle here.

Summer

I wake up, and everything hurts. I try to turn, but muscles I haven't used in forever shoot little zaps of pain through my whole body. With a sigh, I give up and roll back into my former position.

Okay, Summer. Take a deep breath.

I'm in bed. A very comfortable bed that is very much not mine. The pillow my face is buried in doesn’t smell like the fabric softener like mine, but kind of woodsy, like male shampoo.

Also, there's an arm on my back. And a leg spread over mine, pinning them against the mattress.

I take another deep breath and slowly blink my eyes open.

Yep, this is definitely not my room. These walls are a different color and there’s an abstract painting I definitely would have made fun of already and remember.

Before I know it, the memories of last night start flooding my brain.

Memories of Tanner kissing me in the snow in what might be the most romantic kiss I’ve shared yet. Memories of him fucking me in this very bed. Memories of us trying to fuck in his giant shower - which was really not as fun I imagined. And finally, memories of our third time, of me riding him in the armchair over by the window.

And damn, that was hot. There was no way anybody would have seen us, considering it was three in the morning at that point, but the thrill remained.

A satisfied hum escapes my throat. I might have a muscle ache that is out of this world, but holy fuck, I am feeling great. Maybe a good one night stand was just what I needed after all to feel more in tune, who would have thought?

The arm across my back suddenly twitches, and I hold my breath, my whole body tensing before I force myself to relax and close my eyes again. Why do I feel like I got caught doing something I shouldn’t have?

Tanner groans as he's waking up, his leg moving as he subtly stretches it. For a moment, I feel him tense, just like I did rightafter waking up. Then he relaxes again and I feel the mattress move as he turns to look at me.

So I do what probably any girl would do in my situation and I pretend I'm still asleep. For a few long minutes, I focus on breathing in and out slowly, not moving a muscle apart from those I need to breathe.

"Good morning," he finally grumbles amusedly. I let my eyes flutter open as though I actually just woke up and glance up at him, hiding a yawn in the pillow.

"Morning."

"I mean, you can pretend to sleep a while longer if you'd like," he says with a grin, and I purse my lips into a pout which he can’t see since my face is still buried in my pillow. But my eyes turn wider with each word.

"How the fuck is your voice even deeper now?" I ask and finally pull myself together and turn my body, without revealing my muscle aches.

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