One Hot Summer - Page 157

She gasps. “Oh, my God! You can’t wait…Of course. I wasn’t thinking.”

I reach for her hips, to lift her gently off my lap and take care of my needs privately before we continue. But she places her hands over mine, stopping me.

“It’s okay,” she says. “We can do it.”

“No,” I say. “I’ll just go and—”

“Stop,” she whispers firmly.

Her knees are on either side of my hips, but she places her hands on my shoulders and raises her body up, over mine.

Reaching for my cock, I line it up at the entrance of her sex then stay still, letting her decide on the rate and depth of penetration. With my feet on the floor, it would be easy to thrust up into her body, but I force myself to wait, holding my breath as she slowly lowers herself onto me.

Fuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Nothing in my life has ever felt so sweet.

I hear her breath, staggered and gasping, as I sink into her, disappearing inch by blessed fucking inch until I’m encased inside of her tight, hot pussy.

“Jesus,” I pant, remember my promise to let her be in control until we’re both naked and she’s asking me to fuck her. Then it occurs to me: that time has come and gone.

I hold onto her hips and brace my feet on the ground, holding her up as I pull away and then thrust upwards again.

She cries out, but I’m watching her gorgeous face as she closes her eyes and arches her back, as her nails dig into my shoulder, as her innermost muscles coil around my cock like they’ll never let it go. Her face spells pleasure.

“Please,” she murmurs. “More.”

It’s all I need to pump into her, trying to establish a rhythm. My cock is excited, and I’m sure my hands are clumsy as they clutch desperately onto her hips. Her lips crash into mine, our teeth clacking together before our tongues take over in a frenzied mating that pushes me over the edge, stealing all of my self-control and leaving me to the mercy of my needs. I feel my balls bunch up. I feel the deep, deep tremors at the base of my cock—infinitesimal earthquakes before a volcanic eruption.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants, her arms around my neck and her teeth biting into my shoulder. “Come inside of me, Luke. I want to feel it.”

I hear myself half-growl and half-sob before my throat closes and my body convulses, coming in thick, hot streams of cum into her tight hot pussy, which seems to tighten and release, tighten and release, in perfect tandem with my own climax.

We orgasm together, holding onto each other tightly, whispering mindlessly as our bodies meet in the most profoundly intimate way, meeting our individual needs and transforming them into a shared relief.

I exhale in short bursts as I let go of her and fall back on the bed, throwing an arm over my eyes.

I feel her slide carefully off my lap and lie down next to me.

For the first time since meeting her in the lounge tonight, I feel shy. I’m not sure what to do. I want to lie on my side and pull her into my arms. I want to sleep with her naked body spooned next to mine because I’ve missed that so much. But I don’t know if—

“Luke,” she says softly.

“Hmm?” I hum, lifting my arm and opening my eyes to look at her.

“Would it be weird if you held me for a little while?”

I know that this is a no-strings-attached affair, which certainly means it’s a no-hearts-attached affair, but her request squeezes my heart a little nonetheless.

“I’d like that,” I say, pulling down the covers, slipping under them and gesturing for her to join me.

“Let’s not overthink it,” she murmurs, nestling into the warmth of my body.

I agree, I think, but something keeps me from saying it.

Maybe it’s the sound of her soft snoring. Or the realization that in some places, especially those in which you are only briefly visiting, the less you say, the better.

7

Amanda

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