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One urge I can’t fight against is to shove my hand down my pants and wrap my fingers around my hard dick as I hear Summer in the bathroom, undressing herself.
Fuck, I can’t wait until tomorrow morning. I’m going to fuck her so hard that anyone walking past our room would think there’s an opera singer in here rather than a violin player.
I’d better stop stroking my cock if I want to be able to get any sleep tonight. I kick off my pants and pull off my shirt. When Summer comes out wearing a t-shirt and cotton shorts, I fling open the covers and she snuggles against me, fitting perfectly to the contours of my body.
It’s not long before I drift off to sleep with my face buried in her fragrant, glossy blond hair. The last thought that I can remember before I drift to sleep? That this girl is everything I had no idea I was missing.
The steady, monotonous sound of a running shower nuzzles my ears when my eyes crack open in the morning.
When I sit up in bed, my head decides to remind me about all those drinks I had last night. Shit, I can’t remember the last time I drank so much. Maybe never. It was mostly mixed drinks with liquor, too, when normally I try to stick to lighter beers.
I just got so wrapped up in Summer’s win that I went with the flow. Me, going with the flow. Not something I’m used to, to say the least. But last night it felt pretty damn good.
The sound of running water catches my attention again. Summer’s in there. Naked, rivulets of hot water streaming down her naked body, droplets crawling down the small of her back to the soft curve of her ass.
Suddenly, my headache is gone, and I’m very aware that my cock is hard as granite underneath the covers.
With the ache in my head chased away by thoughts of steam hugging Summer’s immaculately naked body, I have a new ache to deal with: at the base of my cock. The shower stops, and my lower abs coil with tension, heat pulsing through me.
Last night I told Summer we should wait for morning. Well, it’s morning, and I’m through with waiting.
I don’t know what Summer was thinking taking a shower before I woke up, because when I’m through with her, she’s damn sure going to need another one.
My gaze snaps to the bathroom door when I hear it opening. Summer steps out wearing nothing but a white cotton towel wrapped around her, and every rational thought falls out of my head. If you asked me which direction was left and which direction was right, I’d be at a total fucking loss. My heartbeat hammers in my chest, and my pulse throbs up and down the length of my cock.
Summer’s blonde hair is darkened from the shower, matted to her neck. The towel is wrapped under her arms, and I pull in a sharp breath through my nose seeing the perfect swell of her tits underneath it. My gaze rakes up her long legs, the towel only hanging low enough to hide the very apex of her thighs.
She startles at the hunger pulsing from my gaze.
“Summer.” Her name is a growl from my throat.
“Oh,” she peeps. “You’re up.”
I rise from the bed, making absolutely no effort to hide the outline of my throbbing dick straining against my tight boxer briefs. “Yeah, I’m up.”
When her gaze dips below my waist, her cheeks flush the deepest, darkest crimson hue that I’ve seen them hold yet.
I step forward, letting her firm tits behind that towel press against my bare chest, sending a chill skittering up my spine. I place my hand against the wall behind her—to box her in, but also to keep myself standing, because so much of my blood flow is going straight between my legs that I’m lightheaded.
“Interesting choice, Summer.”
“Hm?” she hums, her pink tongue peeking out to rake over her bottom lip.
“Showering before I do what I’m about to do to you? Not the usual order of things.”
Hunger flashes bright in her green, gold-specked eyes. “I thought you might be too tired.”
“Too tired for you? For this?” My right hand splays on the roundness of her hip that curves from underneath the hem of the towel. Her skin is still hot from the shower. And now I’m so hard that it’s fucking painful. “You’d wake me up from a fucking coma.”
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth. “I guess we’ll just have to take another shower after, then.”
She pulls on the towel tugged underneath her armpit, and it falls to the floor. Suddenly, she’s standing in front of me, completely naked. Her golden skin, her firm tits, her round hips, all right in front of me for my eyes to drown in.
“Fucking hell,” I growl. I crash my lips to hers. One hand greedily palms one of her perky tits, while the other finds her ass. I dig my fingertips into the heavenly softness.
I push myself against her, and she bucks her hips against me in response, searching for the friction of my body.
I drag my lips down to her neck, wanting to taste and feel every inch of her. She throws her head back as I roll my lips over her sensitive zones, my nose filling with the fresh, clean scent of soap.
