Her words spoken against my skin make me squirm. “You really only want to cuddle?”
“Isn’t it nice?” she asks, her mouth moving against my neck. “We never do this.”
“I don’t like it.” I stare at the ceiling, trying not to react to her touch. How she’s practically draped across my body.
My cock reacts though. I’m rock hard and aching for her.
“Really?” She pulls away slightly so we can look into each other’s eyes. Lightning flashes, silver streaking across her face and I notice the doubtful expression. “You hate this.”
“I don’t cuddle or snuggle or whatever the fuck you want to call it with any girl,” I practically growl.
She leans into me, her mouth close to mine as she whispers, “You cuddle with me.”
“Reluctantly.”
“You’re still doing it.” She presses the faintest kiss to my lips and I immediately want more. “However reluctant you may feel.”
“I’d rather do something else.”
“So demanding.”
“It’s my birthday too.”
“You made your offer, and now you have to stand by it.” She sounds very pleased with herself.
No way can I admit how good this feels, having her lie with me, our naked bodies close. She tangles her legs with mine, before slinging one across me. The heat of her pussy presses against my thigh and my cock grows even harder. I want inside her. I’d love nothing more but to fuck her all night long.
Yet she seems perfectly content being with me and keeping it chaste between us.
“Are you officially with Leticia?” she asks out of nowhere.
I drape my arm around her shoulders, remaining silent on purpose. I want to torture her just as she tortures me. “We are not together, no.”
“Do you want to be with her?” She asks this in the barest whisper.
An exhale leaves me as I ponder my situation with Leticia. “We’ve known each other forever. You know she’s been chosen for me. It will happen between us, but not yet. I brought her tonight because I knew it would make my mother happy.”
“Was she happy?”
“No. Because you were there.”
“I know why she hates me. I get it.” Summer traces my skin with her nails. Little circles. Straight lines. She’s driving me insane. “So she wants you with Leticia based on her pedigree.”
“Leticia is very nice,” I say, wondering why the hell I’m defending my future wife to my current fuck buddy.
No. Summer is more than that. What we share…is hard to define.
“I’m sure she is.” Summer doesn’t sound jealous, which is surprising.
I hate seeing her even talking to someone else. I want to tear things apart—including the guys she speaks with who mean nothing to her.
“I don’t know if I want to be with her for the rest of my life,” I admit, running my fingers up and down her arm.
She curls her body into mine, smothering me with her warmth. Her scent. I inhale deeply like a junkie, chasing the high that only she gives me. “Have you been with her since—you’ve been with me?”
I could lie. I could destroy her with a few choice words and I’d still be able to have my way with her tonight. But I decide to tell the truth.
“No.” I could tell her I’ve never been with her, but I decide not to.
She exhales shakily. “Have you been with anyone else?”
I think of the things I’ve said to her, just to hurt her. Just to watch the horror and pain flash in her eyes. I wanted to tear her down to make myself feel better, and did that really work?
“No,” I repeat.
Her body seems to melt into mine and her hand drifts down, fingers dancing across my stomach. “I don’t like the idea of you with anyone else.”
“I fucking hate the idea of you with someone that isn’t me,” I say fiercely, my arm tightening around her shoulders.
Her fingers tease through my pubic hair, touching the base of my cock. “I know.”
We’re quiet as she plays with me, and I remain still. Letting her have her way with me. She firmly grips my cock, sliding her hand up and down my shaft, jacking me slowly and I close my eyes, breathing in her delectable scent. She does this for minutes, her hold loosening. Tightening. Her fingers tracing the flared head, smearing precum all over it.
And still I do nothing. I don’t push. I don’t demand.
I let her do what she wants.
Eventually she kicks the covers down, the cool air washing over our hot bodies and she releases her hold on me, my dick bobbing forward, toward my stomach. I watch as she streaks her sticky fingers across the flat plane of skin beneath my navel, her touch making my cock jump.
I want her mouth on me. I want inside of her. So fucking bad, I’m borderline desperate with need.
Summer touches my face, startling me, turning me to face her. I can smell myself on her fingers and she wraps those fingers around my nape, pulling my head down so our lips meet. I let her take the lead, the kiss soft. Playful. Languid. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, searching, sliding against my own. We kiss like this for minutes, with no urgency. No insistence.
It’s different, being with her like this. A slow wave of pleasure washes over me when she climbs on top of my thigh, straddling it. She rubs her pussy against me, riding my leg, her mouth fused with mine, our tongues dancing together. I reach for her, cupping one breast, thumbing her nipple. She whimpers into my mouth and I swallow the sound, running my other hand down her back, across her ass, pulling her tighter to me.
“See?” she whispers against my lips. “Cuddling’s not so bad. It can lead to other things.”
“Were you trying to prove a point?” I ask, nipping at her lower lip.
She smiles. “I was trying to show you that there’s more to sex than just demands.”
I feel as if I’ve been put in my place. My hands spring away from her and I rest them behind my head. She lifts up, her thighs still wrapped around mine, her hands braced on my chest. “Have your way with me,” I tell her.
This moment reminds me of the night I told her to use me. When she grinded her pussy on my dick, and came all over me. God, she’d been so hot that night. She drives me out of my mind with lust when she does shit like this.
She’s driving me out of my mind with lust right now, but in a different way. It’s slower. More deliberate.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispers, her eyes glowing when they meet mine.
“I want to be inside you,” I whisper back.
Summer leans over me, her damp hair a curtain around my face as our lips connect. She straddles my hips, her pussy on my stomach, my cock probing her ass. It would take nothing for me to slip inside her body.
I lift my hips, seeking her. She scoots down, finding me, angling her torso so she slides down my length, until I’m fully inside her. She sits up straight, her ass on my balls, my dick throbbing inside her body and she watches me, her hands coming up to lift her hair, her back arching, thrusting her tits toward me.
Fuck, she’s stunning. Gorgeous. I rest my hands on her hips as she starts to move. Hesitantly at first. Searching for her rhythm. I let her find it, wincing when she shifts, her inner walls squeezing, strangling my dick. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she rides me, her knees pressed into the mattress, her hips lifting up and down. My gaze drops to where our bodies are connected and I watch in utter fascination as my cock disappears inside her body before it reappears, glistening with her juices.