Page 33 of Summer’s Echo

Echo

I blinked rapidly, replaying her words over in my head.

I stared at her for what felt like forever, almost waiting to wake up from this dream.

Since the first day I’d stepped foot on these grounds, Summer Knight had been everything I wanted—everything I dreamed of having.

And now, here she was, looking at me with a raw vulnerability that shook me to my core. She wanted this. She wanted me.

I kissed her lips softly, savoring the moment, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

She was still panting, her chest rising and falling in unsteady waves from the aftermath of her orgasm.

I gently laid her down on the blanket, shifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all.

Refusing to let even an inch of space grow between us, I nestled against her, burying my nose into the curve of her neck.

But then I noticed how still she was—too still.

My heart clenched with an unfamiliar panic as fear began to creep in.

“You don’t have to do this, Sun,” I said, my voice a mix of reassurance and quiet pleading. “We can wait. We have time.” Even as I said the words, I knew I was hoping for the opposite. I wanted her to want this— want me —even just a fraction of how much I desired her.

“I want to,” she whimpered, her voice a trembling blend of doubt and desire that made my chest constrict.

“Touch me,” I urged, needing her to reassure me, to make this feel like this was ours, not just mine. I needed to feel like we were in this together.

“Where? How?” she asked, her innocence shining through, sending a jolt straight to my heart.

“However. Wherever,” I rasped, my voice thick with emotion.

The moment was heavy with the kind of tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her touch was timid and tender. My breath hitched as her hesitant fingers brushed against my skin, her touch igniting a flame burning deep within me.

It was simple but immediately caused my erection to swell, pressing against the zipper of my shorts, transmitting both pain and pleasure.

Our kisses began soft and sweet, an innocent dance that made me fall in love with every sway. But then I parted her lips with my tongue, and everything seemed to tilt. She responded with a rhythm that caught me off guard, a skillfulness that made my pulse quicken.

She’s a good kisser, I thought, surprised by the realization.

Summer always carried thisquiet innocence, a kind of effortless grace that made me wonderif she’d ever even kissed a boy.

There was a softness to her,a resistance when it came to certain things.

Not out of fear, but out of choice. Like she was alwaysholding something back, waiting for the right moment, the right person.

And I wanted to be that person. Hell, I needed to be.

My hands moved over her body, exploring with a tenderness that was barely held together by my control.

She was so soft beneath my touch, so inviting.

My lips trailed down to the curve of her neck, kissing, tasting, and lingering.

The delicate scent of her skin filled my senses.

Summer always smelled fresh and floral, like the first day of spring.

I stayed there for a moment longer than I intended, nuzzling into the folds of her neck.

This… she was becoming my favorite place to be.

I lifted her tank top, anda sharp inhale filled my lungs.

Chocolate-brown perky breasts wrapped in a black bra covered with tiny bumblebees greeted me.

I brushed my lips against the satiny fabric before reaching behind her to unhook the fastener.

The anticipation was killing me. Her plump, round breasts spilled from the bra—big, brown, and perfect.

Summer’s eyesfollowed mine, her expression shifting as the fabric slipped from her skin.

It held something—uncertainty, maybe even vulnerability.

I saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes, and a rush of anxiety prickled my skin.

Did she think I wouldn’t find her beautiful?

Did she not knowshe was already the most breathtaking thing I’d ever seen?

I slipped my tongue between the deep split of her cleavage, trailing it over the arc of her fullness. I kissed around the smooth edges of the more defined fudge-colored flesh before sucking in a gumdrop nipple.

“Oh my…oh,” she stuttered as I gave the same attention to the left.

I moved with patience and care, fully aware of how important this moment was for her.

I wanted to honor it, to ensure it was everything she’d dreamed of and more.

Every touch, every kiss was intentional, as if I was memorizing her—every curve, every reaction.

My lips continued down the soft, curvy path of her body, my hands gliding gently as I slid her shorts over thick, goose bump–covered thighs.

She trembled beneath my fingertips, her body reacting to each touch in ways that made me shiver.

I pressed a kiss to her navel, anda soft giggle escaped her lips.

“Silly girl,”I said against her skin, my lips curving into a smile.

I kissed her there again, this timelingering.

With each breath, her body rose and fell beneath my lips.

From there, I trailed tender kisses, one at a time, down the slope of her stomach, my lips sweeping over against the delicate expanse of her skin until I landed just above her center.

The wispy hairs were short and tamed. She tensed beneath me, clutching the blanket tightly, as if anticipating what was to come.

She was nervous, and that was okay. This moment was enormous, monumental, and I understood that, but I didn’t want her to be afraid, not with me because I would never rush her, never be anything butexactly what she needed me to be.

I paused, lifting my gaze to meet hers, looking for a change, searching her face for any reservations.

“You’re safe, Sunshine,”I murmured. “I promise, I won’t hurt you.” The words weren’t just spoken;they were a truth she could hold on to. She met my gaze, somethingtender and trustinglingering in her eyes. Then, finally, she nodded.

Seconds later, I pressed a kiss to the treasure she had guarded so carefully, and in that instant, I understood why.

It was soft, warm, and so impossibly wet that it felt like it was made for me to explore.

I moved slowly, savoring every lick, every taste, letting my lips and tongue move in sync with the rhythm of the music playing faintly in the background.

She responded to every touch, every gentle stroke, and it was intoxicating.

I took my time, letting the connection between us deepen, making sure she felt every ounce of care and love I had for her.

This wasn’t just physical—it was something more, something profound.

And I wanted her to feel that with every kiss.

“E, wait, wait. Oh my God. Don’t st…don’t stop,” she panted.

Her voice was abeautiful chorus, blending seamlessly with the symphony of the night.

I peeled off my shirt and shorts, the warm night air brushing against my skin as I climbed back up the length of her trembling body.

My lips traced a path along her silky skin, enjoying every shiver I felt, her taste still lingering on my mouth.

I kissed her slowly until we were face-to-face again.

She didn’t speak; the only sound between us was the unsteady rhythm of her breathing, her chest rising and falling in rapid waves.

Her eyes held mine, filled with trust and just a hint of fear.

“Can I have you, Summer?” I asked, my heart pounding.

Her lips parted, and her voice came out serious, carrying the heaviness of the moment. “Echo, please be gentle.”

I tenderly kissed her forehead. “Always,” I said, my words a promise as I let myself fall completely into her.

As the night grew long, the darkness was deep, making it almost impossible to see.

Leaning back on my knees, I patted around for my shorts, which I’d tossed to the side, to retrieve a condom from my wallet.

I looked down at her. She was beautiful.

The moonlight brushed against her silhouette, highlighting a shoulder here, a breast there, but it wasn’t necessary for me to navigate her body.

Summer surveyed me. She didn’t need to see me clearly to know that I was there.

I hovered over her again, our eyes fixed on each other for what seemed like forever. I kissed her forehead, nose, then lips. “You ready?” I asked, eagerness causing my voice to quiver. Her nods werebrief and brisk. “Don’t take your eyes off me, baby, okay?”

She let out asoft, breathy whimper, her lashes fluttering as she nodded again.“Okay.”

I drew in a deep breath before gliding my penis against her folds before piercing her treasure with gentle, measured strokes. Her body bucked, her nails grasping my skin. My gaze never left hers as I mumbled through my own moans, “Are you okay? Look at me, baby.”

Pain and pleasure wove together in the delicate creases of her face, her expression a mix of desire and disbelief.

I moved carefully, feeling the resistance as her body slowly adjusted to me, stretching reluctantly to meet my size.

Every sensation was heightened, every moment etched into my memory.

She clutched tightly at the nape of my neck, grounding us both as her eyes batted open to meet mine.

She nodded faintly, her lips parting as she said, “It hurts, but I’m okay.”

Her words carried a strength that steadied me.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, securing a kiss against her temple, vowing to move at her pace.