Page 67 of Be My Summer

Four years later…

Her beauty was striking. Her sex was damning. Her spirit was alluring. Her presence was addictive. I missed Summer more than she’d ever know. A week away was too much like torture.

“Uhhhhh.”

Her hips rolled, pulling me deeper into her canal. She was soaking. My thighs and pelvic area were drenched in her sentiments. She’s missed me just as much.

“Fuck.”

Four years inside of her and she was still the best thing I’d ever slid into. The wettest. The sweetest. The softest. The gentlest. The most memorable. The most treasured. The most prioritized. The most precious.

“Shit, baby– I’m ’bout to nut.”

“Yesssssss.”

I held Summer in place and plunged into her from below. She was dripping with gratitude. I was lost at sea and didn’t want to be found. I wanted to drown in her waters.

“Fuck.”

“Yessss. Yessssssss. Yesssss.”

“Urrrrrrgh shit.”

I unloaded inside of her. My minions took a swim as she pulled me ashore with her kisses. One by one, she planted them all over my face.

“Uh,” I groaned as she lifted from on top of me, removing my dick from her warmth.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. Don’t ever stay gone that long again. Ada ass gone have to come to Roosevelt. Tell her to spend a summer in Tribecca. She won’t regret it.”

“She’s coming. I’m trying to convince her to move here. She’d love it.”

“Yeah. It’s hard not to.”

“Ugh.”

Summer winced as she held her side.

“What’s the matter?”

“Your daughter. She’s resting on one side. It hurts.”

“She’s getting crowded in there,” I explained, placing a hand on Summer’s belly.

She was eight months pregnant and glowing. Her week away with Ada was spent shopping for Sade Elise, our bundle of joy.

Summer wanted some time alone and a few days with her friend before giving birth. It was likely she wouldn’t get any time to herself for a while. There would be a child attached to her breast in the next month or so.

Knock.

Knock.

“Y’all done in there or what?” Joshua’s voice rang out, reminding me we weren’t home.

Summer told me she was stopping by his place to drop off the gifts she’d purchased him while out of town. Desperate to be the first to see her, I beat her to his crib. Even more desperate to feel her, I took his spare bedroom before taking her down.

“Sorry!” Summer laughed.