Page 47 of A Summer Thing

He does what I ask, but it’s a total and complete tease. Each piece of his clothing pulled from his body too slowly, his eyes sinking into mine, the connection between us drumming a fist into the center of time, slowing the tick, tick, tick of seconds dragging us from one moment to the next.

Time moves achingly slow, as slow as his hands as they pull away his last piece of clothing.

Dark boxer briefs slide down his muscled legs, revealing his thick, veiny, beautiful length.

I don’t get to look my fill before he starts in on my own clothes.

Slipping my shirt over my head, guiding my pants down my legs, and dragging my bra from my body like he’s unwrapping a gift.

Until finally, my underwear goes, and we’re both—beautifully, blissfully—naked, cradled in the comfort of Jude’s bed, in the comfort of how right this moment feels.

He dips his head down and presses so many kisses to my skin that I’m sure he’s counting something. Goosebumps, freckles— something.

I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

Even less so when he grips the base of his shaft, and I watch as he gives it a hard stroke, spreading me open with his other hand and tapping my clit with the head of his dick.

I push off the mattress as a strangled cry falls from my lips.

Lifting his hand, he covers my mouth with his fingers and leans down, his low, gravelly voice sending goosebumps down my neck when he says, “You need to be good and quiet for me, Little D. Eli’s home.”

I nod beneath the weight of his hand, growing wetter, whimpering uncontrollably with the feel of his fingers muffling my sounds.

He keeps his hand there as he slides himself through my folds, coating his length with my arousal, the ridge of his tip slipping over and over my clit with every pass, and I don’t know how he already has me growing close, but with each thrust of his hips, each swipe over my sensitive flesh, I grow closer and closer and closer to the edge.

He leans down, kisses my neck in a trail from my collarbone to my ear, and groans a, “Fuck, Little D. I can’t wait to watch you come.

I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel you squeezing my cock like you strangled my fingers the other night.

” His lips continue a path down my jawline before meeting my own as he releases me from his grip.

He skims his mouth over mine in a featherlight touch, and then pushes closer, filling me with his taste.

Our mouths move, and slip, and glide together for a long, blissful stretch of time, content to just kiss and touch and linger and feel.

His hand is splayed at my ribcage, his thumb smoothing over my skin, up and down, from below my belly button up to the low swell of my breast. He takes it in his palm and squeezes, before gliding his hand down my side, his thumb tracing a line down the center of my stomach, until his hand is at my hip and his thumb is pressed against my clit.

He circles his firm touch against me, grinding his erection into the mattress beneath us. I cry out, but the sound is quickly quieted by his fingers wrapping over my mouth again.

“That feel good, baby?” he grunts, and the gritty sound slips down my spine.

I nod beneath the weight of his hand, before he pulls it away and replaces it with his mouth yet again.

His teeth grasp onto my bottom lip and drag me up off the bed, closer, my gasp inviting him deeper. He invades my mouth with his tongue, claiming every piece of me he can reach.

And then he parts me with his hand, sliding himself between my folds, rubbing his dick against my clit where his thumb just was, and my head falls back with a loud moan I can’t keep in.

I feel out of control with him on top of me like this, kissing me deep into his mattress, and into another universe entirely, his firm, hard, naked body driving me closer to the edge when all we’re doing is kissing and touching and grinding against each other.

It already feels leaps and bounds better than I dreamed it would—because it’s Jude, and of course, it would—but it’s almost too much to handle, and he still isn’t even inside me yet.

His tattooed hand slides over my lips and presses into my mouth, drowning out my sounds. He deep throats me with his fingers, grinding his dick harder against me, and I nearly come just like this.

But I want him inside me first. Need him inside me first.

I spread my legs wider, lifting my hips and wrapping a hand around him to guide him inside me, but he presses his forehead against mine, heavy breaths expelling from his chest as he pants out, “We need to get a condom, yeah?”

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. And I trust you. Please, let me feel you. I just want to feel you.”

He groans out a tortured sound. “Fuck, baby. I’m clean, too. Are you sure, though?” His gray eyes flit between both of mine.

“Yes, I’m—” I’m still panting through the second word when he pushes inside me, his cock stretching and filling me, nearly killing me with how good it feels. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” How can it feel this good? How can it feel better than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life?

“Fuck, Declan, you’re so fucking tight. Holy fuck, baby. Holy fuck.” Jude’s forehead knocks down onto my own, and gray eyes meet mine.

Every blissful feeling that washes through me—every tender squeeze of my heart, every blinding rush of euphoria, every slip of my body as the earth tilts off its axis—is mirrored in the way he looks at me.

Like we share one heart, one set of lungs, one body as we climb higher and higher, together.

It’s beautiful.

It’s amazing.

And it’s terrifying.

Because I’ve had sex before, but it’s never felt like this.

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Jude

I drag my cock in and out of her. Slow. Methodical. And fucking perfect.

The sight of my length disappearing inside her pink flesh, drowning in her arousal, is mesmerizing and I can’t stop fucking looking. Watching. Groaning as she tightens around me.

She feels better than I ever could have imagined.

And fuck, have I imagined.

For an entire goddamn year, I’ve imagined, but it doesn’t compare.

“Oh God, Jude.” She arches beneath me, bare breasts heaving with the movement, enticing me.

I bend forward and bite the swell of her skin, mindful of her healing piercings, and suck a mark into her until I have her biting down on a moan beneath me.

I sink my teeth deeper on the other side, and it earns me a whimper, followed by one of the sexiest fucking sounds to ever come out of her mouth.

Pulling her legs into my arms, I fuck her deeper, watching her come closer with every thrust. I push my hand up her torso, between her breasts, feeling her ribcage and the strength of her heart beating beneath it, before following my instinct based on what she’s liked so far and wrapping my fingers around her throat.

Not too hard. Not too gently. Just enough to have her moaning and writhing beneath me.

“Shit. Jude, I—,” she gasps as I ground into her deeper, angling for the spot I know is going to have her coming, tightening my grip on her throat a fraction more.

“You going to come for me, Little D? You going to let me feel you squeeze around my cock so fucking beautifully?”

“Yes, yes—oh my god. Fuck, Jude!” she screams my name, and every single fucking letter is drawn out with her orgasm, and I no longer give a fuck if anyone can hear us. Her walls convulse around my shaft, milking my own release free. I thrust into her once, and twice more, and then I’m coming.

Pleasure rocks through me, a shifting of tectonic plates, and the earthquake of my orgasm rattles the bed beneath me.

I spurt hot cum deep inside her, digging my face into her neck as I shoot.

And fuck, it feels so fucking good inside her.

I’m not sure I can give this up now that I’ve had it—this physical connection between us.

Next week.

I’ll worry about that next week.

Pushing myself up and out of bed, I drop a kiss to the corner of Declan’s mouth and head into the hall, sneaking quietly into the guest bathroom for a washcloth and warm water to clean her up.

When the task is through, I sink my body back into bed. I pull her into my arms and wrap myself around her, cocooning her in my hold.

She sighs in contentment, and the sound is a vise grip around my heart before it eases, bleeding that same, contented emotion into my veins.

I push my face into her neck and breathe her in.

Ocean, flowers, and sex, invade my senses.

I fall further from reality. Where I can hold this girl in my arms for an eternity.

Next thing I know, I’m gone to the world with Declan sleeping soundly beside me.