Page 41 of Summer's Echo
“You’re safe, Sunshine,”I murmured. “I promise, I won’t hurt you.” The words weren’t just spoken;they were a truth she could hold on to. She met my gaze, somethingtender and trustinglingering in her eyes. Then, finally, she nodded.
Seconds later, I pressed a kiss to the treasure she had guarded so carefully, and in that instant, I understood why. It was soft, warm, and so impossibly wet that it felt like it was made for me to explore. I moved slowly, savoring every lick, every taste, letting my lips and tongue move in sync with the rhythm of the music playing faintly in the background. She responded to every touch, every gentle stroke, and it was intoxicating. I took my time, letting the connection between us deepen, making sure she felt every ounce of care and love I had for her. This wasn’t just physical—it was something more, something profound. And I wanted her to feel that with every kiss.
“E, wait, wait. Oh my God. Don’t st…don’t stop,” she panted. Her voice was abeautiful chorus, blending seamlessly with the symphony of the night. I peeled off my shirt and shorts, the warm night air brushing against my skin as I climbed back up the length of her trembling body. My lips traced a path along her silky skin, enjoying every shiver I felt, her taste still lingering on my mouth. I kissed her slowly until we were face-to-face again. She didn’t speak; the only sound between us was the unsteady rhythm of her breathing, her chest rising and falling in rapid waves. Her eyes held mine, filled with trust and just a hint of fear.
“Can I have you, Summer?” I asked, my heart pounding.
Her lips parted, and her voice came out serious, carrying the heaviness of the moment. “Echo, please be gentle.”
I tenderly kissed her forehead. “Always,” I said, my words a promise as I let myself fall completely into her.
As the night grew long, the darkness was deep, making it almost impossible to see. Leaning back on my knees, I patted around for my shorts, which I’d tossed to the side, to retrieve a condom from my wallet. I looked down at her. She was beautiful. The moonlight brushed against her silhouette, highlighting a shoulder here, a breast there, but it wasn’t necessary for me to navigate her body. Summer surveyed me. She didn’t need to see me clearly to know that I was there.
I hovered over her again, our eyes fixed on each other for what seemed like forever. I kissed her forehead, nose, then lips. “You ready?” I asked, eagerness causing my voice to quiver. Her nods werebrief and brisk. “Don’t take your eyes off me, baby, okay?”
She let out asoft, breathy whimper, her lashes fluttering as she nodded again.“Okay.”
I drew in a deep breath before gliding my penis against her folds before piercing her treasure with gentle, measured strokes. Her body bucked, her nails grasping my skin. My gaze never left hers as I mumbled through my own moans, “Are you okay? Look at me, baby.”
Pain and pleasure wove together in the delicate creases of her face, her expression a mix of desire and disbelief. I moved carefully, feeling the resistance as her body slowly adjusted to me, stretching reluctantly to meet my size. Every sensation was heightened, every moment etched into my memory. She clutched tightly at the nape of my neck, grounding us both as her eyes batted open to meet mine.
She nodded faintly, her lips parting as she said, “It hurts, but I’m okay.”
Her words carried a strength that steadied me.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, securing a kiss against her temple, vowing to move at her pace.
This was about us, about her, about making this moment as tender and meaningful as it deserved to be. My hands moved softly over her, caressing every quiver, soothing every chill, and kissing away each tear that slipped from the corners of her eyes.
“It’ll get better, I promise,” I offered, trying to settle her amid a storm of sensations. “But we can stop if it’s too much.”
Her response wasn’t in words but in action. Summer lifted her head, her lips finding mine in a kiss that carried all her affections—trust, love, fear, and a muted but unmistakable plea to keep going. Her breathing was uneven, each exhale blending with the quiet hum of the night, and her body trembled beneath mine, quivering as she began to surrender to the feeling. I silently reassured her, letting her know I was with her every step of the way.
“Breathe, baby,” I spoke against her skin, my lips pressing tender kisses along her neck. Each kiss was laced with as much love and adoration as she poured into me.
I was completely lost in the moment, every sense heightened, yet a part of me remained focused, ensuring I was gentle, careful, and attuned to her every need. I’d been with a handful of girls since I was fifteen, but this—she—was different. Summer—my Sunshine—was giving herself to me, and it felt like everything. But what she didn’t realize was thatI was surrendering to her, too, becauseshewas everything—thesunthat warmed me, themoonthat kept me steady, thestarsthat made me believe every wish I’d made was meant to come true. And right now, under this sky, in our sacred place,she was mine—and I was hers.
“Shit, Sun,” I moaned, my voice raw and heavy as I buried my face in the strands of her hair, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing keeping me sane.
“Echo. Echo, E.” She practically sang my name, her voice breathless and sweet, wrapping around me like a melody I never wanted to end.
That was it. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I claimed her mouth with mine, devouring her lips with a passion that had been building for what felt like forever. Each kiss was full of silent confessions, every stroke of my tongue a declaration of everything I felt for her. Carefully, I moved with her, every motion calculated, as if time itself had slowed just for us. Our bodies found a rhythm, a language of looks and touches that spoke louder than words as the tension built and our breaths quickened.
“You are so fucking pretty,” I said as my body jerked, my voice raspy with emotion because she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. And in that instant, she was. My body wasrigid, locked in place, every muscle coiled so tightly it felt like my member wouldshatter under the pressure.
“Echo,”she crooned, her voicea melody that looped my name, wrapping me in heat.Fuck.She had to stopsaying it like that. “Echo,”she murmured again, this timebreathier, almost pleading, and I lost it. Completely.
“Sunshine. Shit.”I groaned, my voice strained, the words dragging throughgritted teeth.
When we were done, Iheld her close, my arms wrapped securely around her until her breathfound its rhythm again. Slowly, shemelted into me, the tension fading bit by bit. When she finallysettled, I pressed a kiss to her hair and said,“Let’s head back.” I helped her dress, moving with care, wrapping her in a blanketbefore instructing her to sit on the stoop. She was quiet.Too quiet. And as I watched her, something worried me.
I gathered our things quickly, then wrapped an arm around her, guiding us down the moonlit gravel path back to the lodge. The camp was silent, only the faint shuffle of our feet and the harmonic rhythm of our breathing breaking the tranquility. It was nearly two in the morning, but I wasn’t going anywhere—not yet. We stepped into the dim bedroom, and the warmth of the space embraced us. Summer hadn’t said a word the entire walk. Her silence fucked with me.Did she regret this? Did I push her too far? Too fast?
“Sun,” I said, breaking the quiet.
She lifted her head, and the faint, closed-mouth smile she gave me chased away a fraction of my doubt.
“I’m fine, E. I promise,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring, as if she could read my unspoken fears. “Do you have to leave?”
