Page 68 of The Summer of Us

We moved together, the years disappearing, the pain and worry gone.

There was only now. Only her. Only us.

And blinding, soul-shattering ecstasy.

Her head fell back, a low, frantic scream falling from her lips. I buried my face in her neck as she tightened around me, milking my cock as I came. My hips jerked, my balls tightened, my cock sank deeper inside her, and my world imploded.

Pleasure had never been so intense. Every part of my body felt it. Thousands of tendrils exploded under my skin. My nerves snapped and twisted as I rode it out. I bellowed her name. Gripped her to me so hard, I knew I would leave bruises on her delicate skin. I saw colors I had never seen behind my tightly closed eyes.

And through it all, she held me. Until I was spent. Until I began to tremble with her in the aftermath. I ran my hands up and down her back, my heavy breathing drifting over her cooling skin.

“Sunny,” I whispered.

Her arms tightened, her face still buried in my chest. I felt the wet of her tears on my skin, and as carefully as I could, I laid her down, running my hands over her.

“Baby, I hurt you? Tell me where?” I demanded, cupping her face, forcing her to look at me. “I lost myself in the moment, I didn’t mean—”

She lifted a finger to my mouth, silencing me. I met her eyes and relaxed. There was no pain in her expression. There was love. Satisfaction. Happiness.

I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. “Overwhelmed?” I asked tenderly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I never thought… I never knew, Linc. We were so young before…”

“I know.”

“Was it, ah, okay for you?”

“Sunny,” I whispered. “That was the most profound experience of my life. It was a dream come true and better than any fantasy I had in my head all these years.”

“Oh. Well, good then.”

“And it’ll get better, Sunny-girl.”

She giggled, the sound making me smile. “If it gets any better, I might not survive.”

I bent low and kissed her. Sweetly. Softly. “I’ll catch you, baby. I promise.”

She pulled me to her chest, and I rested my head against her warmth.

“Okay, then. I look forward to it.”

And for the first time in years, I fell asleep with my Sunny beside me.

I never wanted to be without her again.

19

Linc

I woke with Sunny curled around me. She was awake, tracing abstract designs on my chest with her finger in long, lazy motions. I snickered. “Is this a game, Sunny-girl? Am I supposed to guess what you’re writing?”

She tilted back her head, smiling at me. Her dark eyes were soft and warm, her smile wide. Her hair was a total mess from my fingers, and I spied a small bite mark or two on her neck. I had a feeling I was going to hear about those marks later. But for now, we were good.

“No, I was enjoying touching you.”

I grinned. “Touch me all you want, Sunny.” To demonstrate, I spread my arms wide. “Everything you see is yours.”

She pushed up on her elbows, a mischievous look in her eyes. Her fingers danced down my chest, drifting lower. “Everything?”