Page 52 of The Summer Arrangement
She remains lifeless but whispers, “Probably…”
Chuckling, I capture her lips once more before dragging her like a ragdoll to a more comfortable position for the two of us. When her head rests on the pillow, I snuggle in beside her on my side.
Her warmth against my body brings a sense of peace I never expected.
Tucking a hand under my head, I prop myself up and stare down at her beautiful face.
God, she’s fucking gorgeous. Her skin is flushed and radiates blissfully in my arms.
Tracing small circles along her torso, she doesn’t flinch. The only movement I can clock is her eyes and even that seems to be an effort. Smiling at her dazed expression, I tease, “Did I break you?”
A sexy smirk slowly forms as she sighs, “Broken… No… Wrecked me for life… Possibly. I haveneverexperienced anything so intense.”
Yeah, my ego soars with that one.
A triumphant grin spreads across my face knowing I did this to her.
“I don’t know…” I tease, gently circling her areola through her bra. “It’s your birthday; I still might have some tricks up my sleeve.”
“Thank God you’re almost naked,” she huffs out on a laugh. “I’m not sure I can handle more tricks.”
As if my dick has a mind of its own, it chooses this moment to bob against her thigh, drawing her attention. An infectious grin spreads across her features, and she rolls onto her side to face me.
Sliding her hands into my underwear, she cups my balls and squeezes them lightly before dragging her hand along the length of my cock. “Hmmm… I think he’s ready to play.”
“Oh, he’s been ready all night, but it’s nothisbirthday. We’re here to pleasureyou, birthday girl.”
Raising a brow in challenge, she asks, “Does that mean I can doanythingI want with you?”
“Your wish is my command,” I promise.
“In that case… We’ve got far too many clothes on.”
In an instant, her energy returns, and she pops onto her knees beside me.
Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra and tosses it to the side.
My mouth dries as I take in her beautiful tits. Her pebbled nipples hang inches from my mouth and beg to be played with.
Reaching out, I run a thumb around one, and it gets even harder. “Why do I feel as if it’smybirthday?”
Pulling her closer, I run my tongue around her dark pink areola, then suck her nipple into my mouth.
“God… I’m so sensitive,” she warns.
“Is this what you want…” I ask between kisses along her cleavage to give her other one the same attention.
“Only if you let me ride you while you’re doing it,” she says, straddling me. “Sit against the headboard.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
As I move up the bed, she tugs at my boxers.
I lift, and she has them off me in an instant.
The moment her silky thighs straddle mine, my cock bobs between us, begging to get in the action.
Christ, this woman is a wet dream come to life.
