Page 71 of Summer People
I fight a grin. “I don’t like people. Remember?”
She stretches up on her toes so our mouths are barely an inch apart. So close that her words vibrate against me. “You like me.”
“You’re different.” I angle close enough to feel her breath on my lips.
“So make me scream, Fisher. I dare you.”
Challenge accepted. Blood pumping, I capture her mouth. When she kisses me back with those full, soft, perfect lips, my cock aches. Groaning, I release her breast and pull her in so that her tits rub against my bare chest.
She shivers, her back arching.
Damn.
Without breaking our connection, I guide her back, then lower her onto the mattress. Only when she’s splayed out beneath me do I release her so I can drink her in.
With one finger, I trace a line down her neck to the swell of her breast, reveling in the way goose bumps erupt in my wake.
“Fisher,” she whispers, back bowing, greedy for more.
The sound goes straight to my cock. Painfully hard already, it strains against the gray sweats, begging to be free.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you.” I drop my mouth to her nipple, teasing her until she arches off the bed, rolling her hips against mine.
“I need you too?—”
I slip a hand between her thighs, cutting off her demands, and slide my fingers through the damp heat of her pussy.
“Damn, you’re so wet for me.” I groan into her neck. “You want me to make you come with my fingers first?” I slip a digit inside her and curl it against her inner wall. “Or my tongue?”
“I don’t…either…both.” The words are broken as I toy with her.
I kiss my way down her body. Her scent fills my nose, spurring me on. “Both, it is.”
With one last kiss to her hip, I trail my lips over her silky skin and use my shoulder to separate her thighs.
“So fucking perfect.” I drag my nose against her flesh.
“Please, Fisher.” She clutches at the sheets on either side of her, her pale skin in sharp contrast to my dark sheets.
Obediently, I lick her from opening to clit. “Yes.”
Her taste explodes on my tongue. Fuck. One dose, and I’m addicted. I lap at her until she’s moaning and thrusting against my face. I slip my finger inside her and curl at the same time my tongue circles her clit.
“Fisher,” she moans as she rocks hard against me. “More. I’m so close.”
Again and again, I lick and suck and nip, and when her pussy quivers, I double my efforts until she pulses around my fingers.As she comes down from her orgasm, I run my tongue over her, taking every drop of her pleasure.
As she sags against the bed, she grasps my shoulders and tugs. I peer up her body, over the smooth hills of her breasts.
Her eyes are dark with desire, her chest heaving with exertion.
“I want you,” she says.
With my focus still fixed on her face, I push to my feet and slide my sweats down.
When my cock juts up like it’s reaching for her, her tongue snakes out along her lower lip. I give myself a firm tug, and her eyes go wide. My heart beats hard as I drop down to hover over her. “Tell me you’re mine, Princess.” I line myself up, but hold still, teasing myself as much as her. I’m desperate to sink inside her, but I need to hear this first.
“Yes, Fisher.” Her eyes meet mine. “I’m yours.”
