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She shifts back, bringing her hands behind her to rest them on my thighs. She slides down until I’m buried deep, her nails digging into my skin. I lose my breath at the view of her naked body taking me bare inside her pussy. I’m living a wet dream, and I can’t remember how to function.
She smiles when she sees my tight jaw and wild eyes, then moves high until only the tip throbs inside her. I groan.
“Am I being a good enough girl for you, Aiden?”
I lean back to look between us and bask in the wet sounds of her arousal. “So fucking good, Summer. So good.”
She hums and lowers herself again. “Then don’t touch me.”
My eyes are so focused I barely process her words. “What?”
“I want you to watch me. No touching.”
“Fuck no.” My grip tightens. But she stops, sliding up until my dick threatens to bob out of her.
“Your choice.”
“Okay,” I concede, pulling away my hands. “Okay.”
Her wicked smirk matches her rhythmic movements, threatening my sanity. With her face inches away she buries me to the hilt, and I struggle to keep my eyes open.
“I’m going to come.” The words grate against my throat. “Tell me to come inside you,” I whisper the demand against her lips as my hands dig into the couch, itching to touch her.
A heavenly sound leaves and whispers, “Come inside me.”
“Then let me touch you, baby,” I beg. “Please.”
She must take pity on me because she takes my hands and brings them right to her full tits, and I squeeze. She’s so wet, I can feel it all over my thighs. My thumb presses her clit, and I pinch it between my fingers. She cries out, slumping forward, and the tremor and the tight grip of her pussy makes me come too.
It’s her sated smile when she drops her forehead to mine that cracks my chest wide open.
Fuck.
30 | SUMMER
IT’S THAT TIME the of month when everything starts to make sense. Crying over a car commercial about International Women’s Day, wanting to tear a certain hockey player's clothes off, and eating everything in our emergency snack drawer. It all makes sense when I get my period.
It’s an unwelcome surprise because I had written off my aches and pains to hunching over my laptop and pulling all-nighters at the library. I sent in my final draft last week, and it received a reluctant stamp of approval from Langston. I expected relief to sink in and that tornado in my stomach to settle, but instead, I’ve become more fraught. Because this is it. I’ll soon find out if I’ve worked hard enough to make my grad school dreams come true.
The thoughts are depressing, and the unrelenting torture from my uterus isn’t helping. Amara asked if I needed something before she left, but I told her not to worry. Now, after a few hours of rotting in my bed and throttling the life out of my poor stuffed cow, I could use some serious painkillers. Crying and moaning haven’t subdued the pain, so I’m hoping she comes home soon.
Over my groaning, I hear rustling in the kitchen. “Amara, is that you? Will you break into the Pharmaceutical Sciences building and get me some morphine?”
But when my bedroom door opens, Aiden is standing there.
He’s wearing a gray suit, crisp white dress shirt, and royal blue tie. You can tell how large his arms are even under the jacket, and he looks sohotI can’t contain myself. He leans against the doorframe with a smile. “Hi, Summer.”
I think I might be drooling, so I turn to press my face into a pillow. “I’m out of commission,” I say, my voice muffled.
He chuckles. “You know that I like seeing you even when we don’t have sex, right?”
That is mostly true, I suppose. This past week we hung out more times than I can count, and it ended with us talking for hours or watching a Turkish show instead of our original arrangement.
He looks so handsome in that suit, and it’s confusing the hell out of my ovaries. I’m so hot for him it’s concerning. “Why are you still here? Don’t you have the Ohio State game?”
“Home game. Wanted to stop by and see you first.”
“Don’t think you can win without me at your game? Don’t worry, I’ll be there in spirit after I die from these cramps.”
