Page 48 of My Summer Fling

“And all I did was give you a lovetap,” he counters, giving me another one before he turns on the shower.

He gently lowers me down on the bathroom vanity and unties the rest of my bikini strings. He takes his time, letting the bathroom fill up with steam as we just look at each other while my clothes fall away from my body. I lean back and lift my hips so he can pull my bottoms off.

Once I’m naked, he pushes himself between my thighs and begins to run his hands gently over my skin. His touch is lighter than a feather, making shivers run through my body. His knuckles graze across my collarbone, down my chest, and over my nipples. I gasp at the sensation and arch my back so he has more access.

He leans down and takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily and teasing the nub with the tip of his tongue. We’ve discovered that my nipples areverysensitive, and he knows all the ways to drive me crazy by sucking and licking them until I’m a wet, moaning puddle. I could come just like this—and have before—but he isn’t going to let me off so easy today.

Instead, he picks me up and carries me into the shower while we kiss, our tongues tangling together and our breaths mixing. I roll my hips against his hard stomach, trying to get some friction on my clit while the tip of his dick plays at my entrance.

“Fuck, I missed you, Millie.” He moans into my mouth.

“I missed you, too,” I say as he abandons my mouth to kiss my jaw and neck.

“I want to hear you beg me for it, Spitfire.”

“Beg you for what?” My tone is full of humor but he isn’t having it.

He lands a hard smack on my ass that’s now wet from the hot shower water. The sting is fierce, and it makes my entire body clench in pain. Once it subsides, though … pure pleasure. His fingers dig into my ass, and I rake my nails across his upper back and shoulders. He groans, the vibration going through my entire body.

“Beg me,” he growls, biting my lower lip.

I stare directly into his eyes as I cup his jaw and let my thumb run across his lower lip. He bites it, flicking the tip with his tongue.

“Please, baby,” I whine. “Please let me sink down onto that thick cock. I need to feel you move inside of me, hitting all those spots and making me come until I can’t breathe.” I kiss him. “I want you to feel how perfect I am for you,” I whisper against his mouth. “Don’t you want to feel that? How wet and tight and perfectly I fit around you?”

“Fuck, Millie.” He groans, spreading me open with his fingers.

He lowers me slowly, torturing me with his restraint. His cock pushes past my entrance, and even though it’s only been a week, he’s still so big it hurts at first. I flinch and he kisses me to distract me from the sting.

“You’re perfect,” he tells me between kisses, continuing to slowly lower me down on top of him until I’ve taken it all, seated fully on his cock.

He pushes me up against the tile wall, the shock of the cold enough to make me lose my breath. He takes advantage and pulls out quickly before thrusting back inside of me. My nails dig into his biceps as he creates the perfect rhythm.

One of his hands moves to play with my clit, circling it with his thumb and driving me insane. I’m always in awe of how strong he is, able to hold me up with one arm while he fucks me like a damn rag doll. His strength turns me on, and his attention to what my body needs sends me even higher.

His head dips and his mouth licks and sucks at my pulse point. Fuck, I love it when he kisses my neck. A heat builds deep inside of me, and I take deep breaths as it washes through me. My toes curl and my fingernails draw blood on his shoulders.

With a shout, he comes as well, spilling into me in hot spurts. Nothing feels as good as Noah being bare inside of me, every little ridge of him moving against my walls. And to feel him come inside of me? Fucking bliss. I’m starting to think I’m getting a little bit of a breeding kink.

Noah kisses me hard. Like he’s trying to possess me with that single kiss. His tongue wars with mine, and his teeth nibble hard on my lips. He pins me harder against the wall so his hands can push through my wet hair and hold my face even closer to his.

His hips continue to grind against mine, giving my sensitive clit just enough attention. I feel his cum start to leak between us but he’s still hard inside of me. I’m going to come again, just like this. With this all-consuming kiss and him grinding against my clit.

“Come for me again,” he commands. “My needy little slut.”

I whine, my second orgasm building quickly.

“Who’s my whimpering whore, hm? Is it you, Millie? Do you need this cock so badly that you’ll come even after I’m finished and softening inside of you? As my cum drips out of that sweet little pussy?”

“Fuck!” I groan long and loud, the orgasm crashing through my body like a fucking hurricane, his dirty talk sending me over the edge hard and fast.

He kisses me everywhere. My eyes, my cheeks, my mouth, my jaw. His touch becomes gentle as he slips out of me and moves us under the stream of the water. He sets me slowly down on my feet. I’m wobbly, but I’m fine.

I wrap my arms around his waist, and he pulls me close, holding my head against his chest. I love these little moments after we’ve been together, where he just holds me and I hold him. And I feel safe and secure, like there’s nothing and no one else in the world but us.

Although, truth be told, that's how it always feels with Noah. When he’s with me, he makes sure I’m his sole focus. He gives me every part of him, and it seems a little ridiculous each time I think about how I haven’t said yes yet.

My entire life, all I’ve ever wanted was to spend all my time with Noah. Engaged, married, pregnant, and old. I want all of our stupid little fights over nothing and our bickering over who Annie loves more.

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