Page 40 of Summer's Edge

“Can I come in?” he asks.

I stand aside a little and it’s enough for him to barge in and grab me, kissing me deeply and hungrily. My towel slips off as he lifts me and deepens the kiss even more. I’m transported back to the clearing by the cabin with the sun shining on us while we kissed just like this. Only this time the sun is shining just for us.

“God, I missed you,” he mutters right before his lips find that special spot on my neck that only he’s ever been able to find. The one that causes time to stand still and makes tickles of bliss run over my skin.

“I missed you too,” I say as I slip his cut off, deciding on total truth, because honestly, what else but that matters? “Come.”

I take his hand and led him to the bathroom.

He chuckles as he sees the full bath. “You’re saying I need to wash?”

“Yeah, kinda,” I say and let go of his hand to step into the water.

I sink back into the bath and watch his perfect body appear from beneath his clothes.

There’s plenty of room in the bath for the both of us and he sinks into the water with a satisfied sigh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

I lather up the sponge and start washing his chest and his neck and his muscular arms and the rest of him. He lets me for a while, but then takes over, barely rinsing off before he lies back down and pulls me on top of him, his lips finding mine again.

His cock is rock hard, it’s been that way since he got into the water. It’s pressing against my pussy now, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat and a part of me is thinking this is just a dream. That’s how perfect this is.

But the other part of me, the one that knows I’m wide awake and that one of my biggest wishes has come true is savoring every second of this moment.

I shift my hips and let his cock slide into me, joining us completely. We just stay that way for a few moments, kissing deeply,

But I feel his cock growing inside me. He grabs my waist as thrusts deeper, making me moan into his kiss.

The moans only get louder as he continues thrusting into me, taking me with all the urgency of now, and all the pent-up need that we clearly both felt.

I give myself to him completely, water splashing over the rim of the bathtub as his cock transports me back to the glorious, blissful quiet of the hillside where we made love for the first time, and everything was simple.

This is simple too. This perfect bliss. This seamless joining. This mind-blowing pleasure.

I surrender to it, come hard on his cock, once, twice, three times before he’s done too, exhaling raggedly and hoarsely as he thrusts his cock into me one final time.

His heart is thumping in time with mine, the water is growing cold, but I could stay just like this forever and I think it’s the same for him. I hope it’s the same for him.

But that’s a wish for another night. This one is already perfect just as it is.

* * *

We madelove four more times, falling asleep with our bodies tangled together worse than the sheets. The apartment no longer smells stuffy and unlived in. It smells like us, like our new beginning. The music from the downstairs bar has long since gone silent. All that’s coming through the open windows now are the night silence and the faint scent of redwoods that’s growing stronger as dawn breaks.

He’s awake too, running his fingers through my still damp hair, breathing lightly and evenly. He kissed me lightly on the lips and forehead and that’s what woke me. I’m expecting him to kiss me again, harder this time, as I open my eyes fully and smile at him. But he doesn’t. He just looks at me for a few more moments before whispering, “I gotta go now.”

He gets up with no more warning than that then walks into the bathroom to find his clothes. He’s dressed when he comes back into the room and sits on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots.

“You have a meeting or something?” I ask talking very quietly, I don’t even know why. Probably because I already know the reason isn’t anything as simple as that.

“Sure, later, maybe,” he says.

“Then why do you have you to go now?” I ask, finding my voice again.

He just looks at me instead of answering, his eyes kinda soft and fixed on my lips and not my eyes.

“Because I have to sneak back out so no one sees me,” he finally admits.

I shake my head. Here’s a grown man, a tough, no-nonsense killer no less, talking about sneaking around. He takes what he wants, when he wants it and doesn’t apologize. So what is going on here?

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