Page 51 of Summer’s Echo

Summer

Walking into Echo’s place feltsurreal. I’d spent years wondering what his life looked like now, stitching together scraps of his life—secondhand stories, social media snapshots, and the one run-in with his sister.

When I asked the simple question—how is he?

Her answer was simple: He’s good. But now, I washere, in his space, in his world, for anundetermined amount of time.

It felt bothinsaneandinevitableat the same time.

“Are you hungry? I was about to eat,”Echo said, pulling me from my daze.

I nodded.“Yeah. I could eat.”

He licked his lips, sending a shiver down my spine. My steps were slow, unsure, because…what now?

“Come in, Sunshine. I don’t bite. Make yourself at home.”He winked.“I’ll get your bags and show you around after we eat.”

I settled at the kitchen island, replying to text messages from my mother, my sisters, my friends—all checking to make sure I’d arrived safely.

When Echo left St. Louis for LA a few months ago,I felt lost. Those few days together after my wedding disaster had changed everything, made itimpossible to return to the life I had built with Deshawn.

I’d had half a mind to hop on the next flight after Echo, but I promised him that I would tie up my loose ends before stepping into this new beginning.

And I had. I took the weeks I would’ve been off for my honeymoon and spent them doingsome deep, painful soul-searching.

Then, I did the hardest thing: I faced Deshawn.

Our final meeting had beenawkward, yet oddly peaceful.

We hadn’t spoken since that night in the sunroom, and now we were two people standing at the end of something that had never quite had a real beginning.

When I told him I was considering moving to LA,he wasn’t surprised. “You’re going after what you’ve always wanted,” he’d said, his voice calm but knowing.

And I knew exactly what he meant: Echo. When I slid the engagement ring across the table, he studied it for a long moment before pushing it back toward me. “Keep it,” he’d murmured, but I’d refused. I didn’t wantany part of my past tethering meto a life I no longer belonged to.

I took a sip ofthe deep red wineEcho had poured me, watching himmove effortlessly in his space—the way he plated our food, the way hisbroad shoulders flexed, the casual confidence in every movement.

This was his world, and I wasfinally stepping into it.

He carried the plates to the dining table and motioned for me to join him.

He didn’t askabout Deshawn.Didn’t press foranswers about what came next.

We simply existed together , enjoying each other.

After dinner, Echo gave me a tour of his condo.

It was stunning.The floor-to-ceiling windows framed a breathtaking view of the city.

The color palette wasdark and sophisticated, a balance of deep blues, rustic tones, and ivory—undeniably masculine but with a refined, homey touch.

The kind of space that feltlived in, but not lonely.

When he pulled me into his bedroom, I took in grown-man Echo.

“Your place is beautiful, E,”I said.

“Thank you.”He scanned the room as if seeing it through my eyes.“Kemi did her thing.”

My brows lifted.“Kemi decorated?”

He laughed.“Yeah. My sister’s got skills. Taxed the hell outta me for it, too.”

“Damn. She’s good.”

“Yeah. She’s killing it. Already got a few celebrity clients under her belt.” He paused, eyes tracing my face.“You wanna change, get cleaned up?”

I nodded, and he directed me to the bathroom. “I’ll be in the living room. I want to show you something when you’re done.”

Fresh from the shower,wrapped in his robe, smelling like him, I moved down the hallway, drawn toward the soft glow of the city beyond his windows. Echo stood there, glass of wine in hand, the skyline reflecting in the window. He didn’t turn when he spoke.

“You good?” he asked, reaching for me to come to him. I obliged, quickly diminishing the space between us.He lifted his glass to his lips then pressed a slow kiss to my temple.

I melted against him. “Mm-hmm,” I hummed.“I’d be even better if I had another glass of wine.”

“I got you. Come on.” He slid open the patio door, leading meoutside, then up a winding staircase.

When I reached the top, Ilost my breath.

Therooftop was magnificent.The view stretched wide and endless, city lights flickering below,casting a soft glow.

Apergola draped in soft lightsframed an oversized couch and two lounge chairs.

Astone pathway led to a small heated pool and Jacuzzi, its surface reflecting the moonlight.

Afire pit flickered nearby, warmth combating the crisp night air.

And on the couch sata tray with an open bottle of wine and an empty glass waiting for me.

I turned to him,awestruck.“E…this is amazing.”

“I thought you’d like it.” He moved behind me, pressing his body into mine,his warmth chasing away the night’s chill.

His lips found the curve of my neck,soft, unhurried and deliberate kisses.His hands tracedthe familiar path of my body, exploring me, remembering me,claiming me. When he untied the robe and realizedI was bare beneath it,his breath faltered.

He groaned, his voice raw, wrecked.

I tilted my head back, capturing his lips in mine.

The kiss was messy, needy, hungry. Damn, I wanted him to fuck me.

But I wanted to be made love to, too. If anyone could satisfy my need, it was him.

I couldn’t ignore the bulge pressing into my ass when he pressed his body into me.

Given the soft breeze, he didn’t remove the robe completely, just opened it slightly.

Tiny bites to my neck and shoulders made me moan.

“Echo,”I said as his hands roamed, grasping everywhere—sliding up my body and grabbing my breasts. They were so swollen and heavy, the touch of his cool hands dispatched a sensation that almost made me climax.

“Baby,” he said before swallowing my tongue.

He gently brushed his hands down my stomach, sweeping his fingers over my smooth mound. Two fingers split open my folds, revealing my clit. He nipped and tugged at it, causing my knees to weaken.

“Echo, shit. Baby, that feels too good,” I said.

“Nothing is too good for my Sunshine,” he said.

He repeated that motion slowly, over and over, before slipping one finger, then two into my pussy.

“Oh my god,” I yelped into the wind. I felt his face lift into a teasing grin against my cheek. He remembered that spot.

I refused to be the only one partaking in pleasure.

I reached behind me, finding the waist of his joggers.

My light scratches and tickles caused him to quiver.

I slowly dipped into his pants, partially pulling them down, causing the inches of his dick to fall out.

Pushing the bottom of the robe to the side, I arched my back a little so that his dick could nestle in the crease of my ass.

I swayed up and down, massaging and stroking his girth with my round, plump backside.

“Sunshine, shit. That feels so fucking good,” he said, grunting.

His fingers were still bound within my lush, wet walls, coated with my syrup. I’d lost control, and given his erratic motion, he had, too.

“E, please,” I said.

“Please what, baby?” he said.

“Please fuck love to me,” I said, my words making absolutely no sense.

He chuckled. “You want me to fuck you and make love to you, Sun?” he asked.

“Yes, Echo. Yes.”

Echo

December 2019

“Please fuck love to me.” The words tumbled from her lips,half moan, half plea.

Damn, she was flustered, but I knew exactly what she desired and why she desired it.

We’d only shared one sexual experience, so while this moment called for lovemaking, Summer wanted to be fucked—gently cherished while being wrecked and put back together.

And I wasmore than willing to give her both.

She trembled,on the brink of undoing when I released my fingers from her wet center.

Spinning her around in one swift motion, I hoisted her up, guiding her legs to wrap around my waist.

She nestled her face into the crook of my neck as Igrazed my teeth along the delicate shell of her ear, her body trembling beneath my touch.

I silently thanked my sister, Kemi, for convincing me to buy thisexpensive-ass reclining chaise because right now, it was the perfect place to fuck-love my Sunshine.

“E…”Her breathless, shaky voiceshattered the haze wrapping around us.

Damn. Was shein her head again? I was ready tosolicit, plead, conjure, and prayfor Summer to let melose myself in her,to explore every inch of hersoft, soaked essence.

I exhaled slowly,steadying my voice.“What’s wrong, baby?”

She shook her head.“Why am I so nervous?”

I kissed her forehead,sweeping my lips across her skin in lazy, featherlight strokes,then captured her mouth in mine.

“Because it’s déjà vu.” I smiled against her lips, pulling back just enough to study the misty depth of her gaze.

“Under the stars. In our private oasis,”I said,tracing the memory between us with my fingertips.

“And because this is a turning point for us…just like last time. Just like our first time together.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, heavy withmuted certainty. “Because this changes everything…again,” she said.

Instinctively, we nodded because we both knew there was no turning back.

A smile danced across her lips as she lifted her head to greet my mine.

I didn’t say a word, just covered her mouth with languid, dreamy kisses.

I drew her in, closing the microscopic crevice, allowing our kindred heartbeats to unite as one.

My careful kisses grew hungry, clinging to her pouty lips with a desperation I couldn’t tame.

“Damn, Summer, I’ve missed you,” I said, and I meant every word.

Summer’s tears fell, their salty trace mixing with the sweetness of her lips against mine.

“Why are you crying, baby?” I asked, swiping the moisture from her face.

“I don’t know…because I’m happy. Because I missed you. Because it’s you. Because it’s always been you.”

My lips brushed her forehead before kissing down the length of her body.

I paid special attention to the swollen chocolate-brown areolas, which I had envisioned in my dreams. Summer’s impassioned murmur lodged in her throat as I continued my perusal.

She gasped when my lips breezily brushed against her pulsating clit.

The tip of my tongue casually fondled her, savoring the plump folds of her pretty pussy.

My blunt fingertips regained entry as I mercilessly feasted on her treasure, guzzling her sweet juices like a deserted man whose thirst desperately needed to be quenched.

“Shit, Summer! You taste better than… shit , everything,” I said, warming places that quickly became reacquainted with my touch.

It didn’t register that Summer wasn’t breathing until I spoke. “Breathe, baby. Breathe,” I said, granting her license to exhale.

“E, please,” she begged as an uninhibited hunger surged, jolting through her body. She rubbed and nibbled and pleaded like she’d been craving this beautiful battering.

I trailed my tongue up the beautiful bumps and smooth layers of her velvety skin. I wanted to take my time surveying her, beholding her, fucking revering her. My Summer Sun, my best damn friend—the love of my life.

“Summer, I love you,” I said, my eyes were wet with emotions as I kissed her. “I will spend the rest of my days loving you, baby.”

She cradled my face in her palms,holding me like I was something sacred.

Something irreplaceable. Coveting me. Loving me .

We dallied for a moment, the fifteen years racing in our minds.

So much lost time, so many words left unsaid.

But none of it mattered now becausewe were always meant to be.

Yoked.Bound in ways deeper than flesh. Our bodies moved toward each other withinstinctive trust,free of hesitancy, free of doubt.

I let my gazetravel over her, drinking her in,memorizing the way her curves caught the moonlight, the way her breath hitched as I traced a path along her skin.

To me, she wasa masterpiece—my Mona Lisa. Timeless. Priceless.

Hypnotized by plump breasts, thick thighs, and the irresistible heat of her center, I groaned because I could no longer resist the unyielding desire to sink every inch of me into her ocean. Upon immediate entry, we zealously uttered, “Damn.”

My strokes were unhurried and languid. I wanted to explore her, searching the deepest depths of her perfection.

In and out, and back and forth, we entwined in the most delightful coupling.

Tenderly, yet eagerly, I tossed her legs over both my shoulders, biting against her inner thighs, plummeting deeper, harder, faster.

“ Aah! Oh my God. E. E,” Summer moaned, unable to fully catch her breath.

“Summer Sierra Knight! Shit. You feel amazing.” Calling her by her government name? I meant that shit.I could feel her begin to shudder against my skin. She was there, and I was ready to guide her through this climax.

“Let it go, baby. I know you want to,” I teased, drawing my dick out to the tip before slowly easing back in. “You’re safe with me, beautiful. You ready to come for me, Sunshine?”

“Aaahh!” she said. “Echo. Mm-hmm. Yes. Yes.”

“ Mm-hmm . That’s it. That’s my girl.” I groaned, feeling my dick stiffen, on the brink of an explosion.

She was beautiful in the throes of an intense, spellbinding orgasm.

I’d been her best-kept secret for far too long, but with every slow grind, I reminded Summer who the fuck I was.

The pleasure and the pain of the moment felt so good and was long overdue.

I glanced at her, shifting my weight before resting my head against her breasts.

Our bodies melded as if we were one—no recognition of where she began and I ended.

I nestled my face in the folds of her dampened neck. “I love you,” spilled weakly from my mouth.

The room was still and quiet other than our faint, labored breathing until she murmured, “I love you back.”

A satisfied grin spread across my face. Because at last, Iheld the key, the one thatunlocked the intricate, complicated masterpiece known as Summer.

The girl who hadtormented and captivated mesince I was seventeen.

The woman whohad shaped my every want, my every defined longing.

And now that I had it—had her—I wasn’tgiving that shit back.