Page 63 of Rebel Bride
“Don’t rush me.” I wanted to savor every second. I’d already seen her under the moonlight, and she was just as beautiful gilded in the muted lamplight.
Earlier, she was nervous—about the size of her pretty tits, the feel of her rib cage under my hands, the fact we were crossing lines. Now, she looked up at me, her gaze clear, true, ready.
How had I gotten so lucky?
I ran my palm over her breast, used my thumb to peak a nipple. Coasting my palm down over her stomach, I cupped between her legs. She planted her foot on the bed, opened to give me access, and arched into my touch.
She was already soaked. My fingers picked up the moisture, plucked, swirled, and stroked.
Feeling wasn’t enough. I needed to see.
And taste.
I spread her thighs wider, then kissed the soft skin inside her leg. She quivered as I moved closer to the beating heart of her. Touching my lips to her pussy, I tasted her again, the perfect combination of heat and sugar. Instantly hard, I began to doubt my stamina once again. I had already made her come a couple of times, and I was determined to yield more orgasms from her.
I could run hockey stats. Dad’s were better, but I didn’t need to be thinking of him right now. To be honest, I wanted to stay in the moment with Summer.
She grasped my hair. I peered up.
“Hatch, I’m not going to last.”
“Not fun, is it? Though, it’s kind of the idea.”
“But …”
I leaned up. “What, Sunshine? Tell me.”
“I—I hate to talk about what my sex life was like before, but this is already a million times better.”
It would be immature to gloat right now. Later, maybe. “Tell me how you want it. Slow, dirty, fast, raw? I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I like it … slow and like you can’t get enough of me.”
“That won’t be a problem. You taste so good, Summer. I could eat you out all day, so how about you let me get down to the business of making you feel sexy and wanted?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Two minutes later, she screamed my name and bucked against my mouth. Thank God, because I was about to blow myself.
I checked in as I grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “I’d prefer to be inside you when I come. Is that okay?”
“Well, as I missed the main event before?—”
“Dammit!”
She laughed. “Permission for your trigger-happy dick to climb aboard, captain.”
I rolled on the condom, and despite my burning need, I still managed not to act like getting to home base was my only concern. Summer liked it slow, so that’s what I gave her. One long, consuming stroke into her, then a moment of stillness to take it all in.
I interlocked my fingers with hers and grasped her hand tight at the side of her face. Holding her gaze was a revelation.
She didn’t look away.
I couldn’t have if I tried.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered.
She squeezed. I groaned.
