Page 17 of One Fiery Summer


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Her hands roam my body, tugging at my shirt as she deepens the kiss. I respond in kind, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Heather whispers against my lips.

“Me too,” I manage to reply, my voice husky with desire.

She takes a step back, her eyes locked on mine as she slowly unzips her sundress. It falls to the floor, pooling around her feet. My breath catches at the sight of her standing there in nothing but her lacy underwear.

“Your turn,” she says with a mischievous grin.

I don't need to be told twice. I quickly shed my clothes, my eyes never leaving her perfect form. As soon as I'm naked, Heather closes the distance between us once more, pressing her body against mine. The feeling of skin on skin is intoxicating.

We stumble towards her bedroom, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. When we reach the bed, Heather pushes me down onto it, climbing on top of me with a predatory gleam in her eye.

“Now,” she purrs, trailing kisses down my chest, “about those adventures…”

Her hand wraps around my cock, and I groan with pleasure. As she begins to move, I realize that our night is just beginning, and I'm more than ready for whatever “adventure” Heather has in store.

Heather's touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her hand moves with precision, alternating between gentle strokes and firmer grips. I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation.

“Look at me,” she commands.

I open my eyes to find her gaze locked on mine, intense and full of desire. Without breaking eye contact, she lowers her head and takes me into her mouth. The warmth and wetness envelops me, and I can't help but let out a low moan.

Her tongue swirls around the tip before she takes me deeper, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just connecting.

“God, Heather,” I breathe. “You're amazing.”

She hums in response, the vibration adding another layer of pleasure. I can feel the tension building, my release approaching far too quickly.

“Wait,” I manage to say, gently pulling her up. “I want to taste you too.”

In one fluid motion, I flip our positions, pressing Heather into the mattress. I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and between her breasts. My hands caress her sides, feeling the softness of her skin.

I take my time, savoring every inch of her body. When I finally reach the apex of her thighs, I can smell her arousal. I look up at her, seeing the anticipation in her eyes.

“Please,” she whispers.

I don't make her wait any longer. My tongue finds her core, and I lose myself in her taste, her scent, the sounds of pleasure she makes. Her hips move against my face, seeking more friction. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and her back arches off the bed.

“Oh god, yes,” she cries out. “Right there!”

I can feel her getting close, her inner walls tightening around my fingers. I double my efforts, determined to push her over the edge. When she comes, it's with a loud cry of my name, her body shuddering with release.

As she comes down from her high, I move back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She moans, tasting herself on my tongue.

“That was incredible,” she says, still slightly breathless. “But I'm not done with you yet.”

She strokes me slowly, teasingly, her eyes locked on mine. I reach up to cup her breast, running my thumb over her hardened nipple. She gasps, arching into my touch.

“I want you inside me,” she breathes, positioning herself above me.

I nod eagerly, guiding her hips as she sinks down onto me. We both moan at the sensation of our bodies joining. Heather begins to move, setting a slow, torturous pace. Her hands brace against my chest as she rides me, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I grip her hips, urging her to move faster. She complies, her movements becoming more frantic as our pleasure builds. I thrust up to meet her, driving myself deeper inside her.

“Oh God, yes,” Heather cries out, her nails digging into my chest.

I can feel her tightening around me, her climax approaching. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rub tight circles, and she shudders, her movements becoming erratic.