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She moans and grinds herself harder on my hand.
“I love those sounds you make when you’re getting close, and how soft your mouth is, and that thing you do with your tongue when we’re kissing. I wish you could see how amazing you look, naked like this, ready to come on my fingers. When we get back to the cottage I’m gonna eat your—”
Sunny groans and crushes my mouth to hers. Every muscle in her body vibrates with tension. She keeps shifting, riding my hand until she goes lax, then she slumps against me. I rub her back and kiss her shoulder, smiling with private satisfaction.
Sunny lifts her head and gives me a dopey smile. “I think you’re my orgasm soulmate.”
“I’ll be whatever kind of soulmate you want, Sunny Sunshine. I told you I’d make you feel better, didn’t I?”
“Uh-huh.”
I slowly withdraw my hand, sad that I’m not going to be putting another part of my body into all that tight, warm, and wet. Usually I’m sly about wiping my hand on the sheets, or in the case of immediate post-fingering sex, using it to lube up my dick before I roll on a condom. Here all I have is the log and some moss to work with, neither of which is very covert. Once we’re dressed I can always wash them in the lake, I guess.
Sunny clearly has a very different idea about what’s going down. She grabs my cock with one hand and uses my shoulder to hold herself up with the other. Her actions don’t register fully until she runs the head of my cock over her clit.
“Sweets, we’re gonna have to wait until we’re back at the cottage before we take this any further.”
“Why? You haven’t come yet, and you look like you need to.”
This is true. I definitely need to come. The head of my cock is almost purple. All this holding off and waiting after the week I had is making my balls explosive.
“I don’t have a condom with me.”
“Oh.” Her face falls.
This makes me want to engage in bad decisions. “They’re in my bag, back at the car.”
She tells me what I already know. “I’m on the pill.”
“I get that . . .”
“And I’m good about taking it.”
“That’s great, but—”
“You could pull out. Then you don’t have to worry.”
Maybe we are orgasm soulmates, as she’s read my mind. It’s difficult to be rational with Sunny rubbing the head of my dick on her clit. It’s like a precursor to how amazing things could get if she went a couple of inches lower.
“Or we could go anal.”
She says it flippantly. There isn’t even a hint of smile or that devious twinkle in her eye.
Here’s the thing about a proposition such as this: every guy, I don’t care who he is, wants to go where no man has gone before—or in Sunny’s case, where her ex-boyfriend, who I want to kill, tried to go all the fucking time. But it’s one of those activities that needs to be worked up to, if it happens at all. Ever. I’m not delusional enough to believe it will. Contrary to popular male fantasy, anal isn’t is as prevalent in real life as it is in porn.
“Uh . . .”
Sunny’s left eye twitches; then she bursts into a fit of giggles. “Oh my God! Your face, Miller. So awesome.”
“You know . . .” I squeeze her ass. “You do an awful lot of joking about me getting in your ass.”
“This the only time I’ve joked about it. Last time I thought you were pulling a sneak attack.” She does the slip ‘n’ slide with my cock again. This time she sinks down a couple of inches. I watch the head disappear inside her.
“Sunny.” It’s not even a warning; it’s just me saying her name.
“You made me feel good. Why can’t we feel good together?”
I should be more responsible, but I don’t want to. I let her sink all the way down until her ass is resting on my thighs. She starts with the hip swivels. I want to say it’s awesome, and it is because it’s Sunny, but I’m still sore, so there’s some discomfort along with the pleasure. I wrap my arms around her and keep her nice and close to prevent vigorous bouncing. That I definitely can’t handle.
“Why is it always so good with you?” She pushes her tongue past my lips, making it impossible to answer.
I know exactly what she means. It’s better with Sunny than it’s ever been, even with things not in perfect working order. Her hands are in my hair and on my face, her warm breath washing over my lips with every easy stroke. When she’s getting close to another orgasm, I shift around to make sure she gets the friction she needs.
