As if she’s just realized it, too, Summer’s hands push my shirt up, and I let her drag it over my head, tossing it aside for us to clean up later.
Her eyes roam over me, and I love the appreciation I see in her gaze. I might not be a hockey player anymore, but I take care of my body as if I were, hitting the gym several times a week. I have to. Not just for my own mental health, but for my hip too. It’s the only way to keep my mobility where it’s at.
“I knew you had a six-pack. And not just of cider.”
She winks, and I laugh at the awful joke.
“Shut up and come here,” I say, and we reach for each other at the same time, both sighing as our skin touches and our mouths crash together.
I can’t tell which one of us is more desperate, but I don’t care. All I care about is mapping every inch of her body until the wee hours of the morning.
If I have only one night with her, then I’m going to make it count.
I kiss from her lips down her chin and over her throat, which works against the soft touch. I capture a nipple for only a moment before continuing south as I drop to my knees before her.
When my fingers find the button of her jeans that look ridiculously good on her, she says, “Ezra, you don’t have to. I know you—”
“Want to.” I meet her worried gaze. “I want to, Summer. Let me taste you.Please.”
Her eyes spark, and she nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “All right. But only because you asked so nicely.”
One corner of my mouth lifts as I flick open her jeans. The zipper is loud as I drag it down the track, and I watch Summer every step of the way.
She doesn’t try to stop me. Not when I hook my fingers into the waistband and tug the denim down. Nor when I take her panties along too. Not when she steps out of the material and stands before me completely bare.
And when I grab her leg, setting it over my shoulder, nuzzling my nose against the soft curls that sit between her thighs, she doesn’t say a peep.
It’s only when I finally drag my tongue against her that she says anything, and it’s just one word—my name.
“Ezra.”
It’s like fucking gospel to my ears, and I live up to it by worshipping her.
Her hands slip through my hair as I slide my tongue through her center, paying extra attention to her clit. She groans loudly, tossing her head back with a heavy eye roll.
My hip may be throbbing, but it’s nothing in comparison to my cock doing the same thing. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so sweet in my life.
I could stay here all night, my tongue in her cunt, listening as she comes undone. But I have other ideas, too, like burying my cock inside her until she’s nothing but a mess beneath me.
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it quickly, and when her legs start to shake, I know it has nothing to do with the position we’re in. She’s close.
And, honestly, so am I. Embarrassingly so, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to make a mess inside my joggers in a way I haven’t since I was seventeen.
“Oh god. Right there,” she mutters through heavy breaths. “Don’t stop.”
I indulge her request, not breaking my rhythm as she begins rocking her hips ever so slightly, taking whatever it is she’s seeking. I let her practically fuck my face as I continue the torture with my tongue until I feel her whole body go taut.
Then she’s melting right into me, her grip tightening on my hair so hard it nearly hurts, but I don’t care. I’d take any kind of hurt right now if it meant her getting her release.
I taste her through her shakes, and the aftershocks, too, until she’s literally wrenching herself away from my assault. Only then do I pull away to catch my breath.
I place her back on her feet and settle on my haunches as she falls down to the bed behind her.
“Holy shit,” she says, her legs still shaking as they hang off the edge of the bed. “That was ...”
“Incredible, huh?”
She pushes back up to her elbows, looking down at me with a lopsided grin. “Very much so. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in ... well, maybe ever.”
