I’m hyper sensitive, so my back bows off the bed. “Please.”
It’s the same word I’ve been silently chanting since he followed me into this guest room and tugged on the strings of my bikini. They gave way with the same ease I had imagined when I put on the bikini.
His eyes widened as the material fell to the floor, and I stood exposed before him.
It took all of five seconds for him to haul me up by my waist and toss me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing.
His board shorts ended up on the floor, too, before he crawled onto the bed next to me.
“Please,” he repeats my plea. “Please lick you?”
It’s all I’ve wanted since he settled between my legs. He gently lifted one over his shoulder to part my thighs so he couldblow a breath over my core. I shuddered not only from the desire it fueled within me, but because I felt so vulnerable.
“One taste of you will ruin me.” He chuckles, but that’s gone as quickly as it came. “Why do I feel like you’re about to change me forever?”
“Stop with the sweet talk.” I half-tease. “I’m close.”
He runs his finger over me again, stopping at my entrance. “I can tell. You’re so fucking wet.”
As if to demonstrate, he glides his fingertip over his bottom lip, leaving it glistening with my arousal.
I close my eyes, trying to stop the need from being so intense. I’m scared that as soon as his tongue is on my pussy, I’ll scream from the orgasm that is already bearing down on me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. “Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.”
I raise my hips slightly. “Joe.”
I can feel his lips curve into a smile as he presses a soft kiss on my skin. “Summer.”
Before I can beg him one last time, he flattens his tongue and glides it over my cleft. Then it’s on my clit, light flutters against it as the pressure builds within me.
I push up, wanting to experience more of his tongue, his mouth…more of him.
He growls against me as he slides a hand under my ass to tilt me up. “Jesus, yes,” he whispers. “This is so damn good.”
My hands ache to touch him, so I do. I weave my fingers into the soft strands of his hair. I tug a little, push down, and cry out when I feel one of his fingers glide into my channel.
“Oh, God,” I say to myself, but it’s too loud.
He laughs slightly, the vibration of that echoing through my core. “Come for me.”
Unable to contain myself, I unravel. The orgasm hits me hard, sending pulses through me that drive my hips up and offthe bed as I push his head down so he’ll suck my clit between his lips.
Words that I don’t recognize flow from me. They’re woven into broken noises and cries that should embarrass me, but only fuel me more.
“Yes,” he hisses, his voice hoarse. “Like that.”
I go limp, my hands dropping from his hair to the bed. My legs fall open even more, leaving me shamelessly exposed.
The lightest brush of his finger over my already throbbing clit sends a shiver through me. “I’m going to fuck you, Summer. You’re going to watch.”
He flips me over with ease until I’m on my stomach. With a gentle swat of his hand against my ass cheek, he directs me. “Get on your knees.”
I do. I have no choice. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be fucked by this man.
“Look at yourself,” he orders as he slides off the bed.
A gasp escapes me as I look straight ahead to see my reflection in an arched full-length mirror leaning against the wall a few feet from the foot of the bed. My gaze shifts to his reflection as he sheathes his cock in a condom.
