Page 49 of Be My Summer

Lips pressed against each other.

The removal of her shirt separated us temporarily. We rejoined at the lips, contouring each other’s mouths with memories that would last a lifetime.

I strayed momentarily, dipping down to pull her breast into my mouth. Hungrily, I pushed it upward, meeting my tongue.

Summer was my favorite dessert. Always fresh. Always ready. Always tasted so fucking good.

“Mmmmmmm.”

Her moans were inebriating. Drunkenly, I moved to the other breast, circling my tongue around her dark, stiffened areola.

“Baby.”

Summer’s whimpers was evidence of her anticipation. She was yearning, prepared for what she knew was to come. Her arousal escaped the fabric of her overalls, swelling my nostrils and hardening my dick to the point of pain.

“I need to feel you,” I admitted, releasing her breast from my mouth.

Slowly, I kissed her lips. She lifted her body, allowing me to push her clothes down her frame.

She was unbelievable. Our separation was bittersweet. I was able to see her entirely. From her head to her toes, Summer was perfect. I closed my eyes, thanking the heavens for the blessing before me. I silently promised to make an honest woman of Summer.

I laid Summer against the linen and spread her legs, preparing for my meal. She needed to feel better now rather than later and I knew exactly how to make that happen. I lowered my mouth onto her flesh. She relaxed against me.

“Babbbbbby,” she whispered.

“Shhhhh.”

I reminded her of the promise she’d made.

“Keep quiet.”

Her hips swirled as my mouth pressed against her pussy. She was slippery wet, a result of her unmistakable arousal.

“Saaaaaaaul.”

Hearing my name fall from her lips left me in utter bliss. I halted, finding the strength to collect myself. Summer was such a fucking dream.

Her sweetness.

Her spirit.

Her voice.

Her body.

Her knowledge.

Her quietness.

Her calm.

I dived in, again, already missing the goodness her center oozed. Her bitterness was balanced with her sweetness. The fruit and vegetables she consumed regularly paired perfectly for a flawless dish.

My dish.

My pussy.

“Ummmm. Yeeeees.”