Page 65 of The Summer Plans

When she opens them again, they’re watery. Shit.

She places a hand on my forearm, squeezing. “I want this, RJ. Please don’t stop. I’ve tried to fight this urge for so long, but it was impossible. I’ve thought about this moment. Dreamt about it. This is all I’ve ever wanted. With you. Like my whole life. And now that it’s happening…”

“I know,” I agree, relieved that she feels the intensity of this moment too.

“It’s overwhelming. You’re overwhelming. And I think I’ve lived my entire life underwhelmed. And I needed this. I need you.”

“I need you too.” I lower my forehead to hers as our noses touch and our breaths mingle. “I was worried it was too much.”

“It is. It’s entirely too much. Why is your dick so big?” She laughs, and I press my lips to hers. The movement causes me to slide in further, and she moans against my lips as her tongue pushes against mine.

We stay like that, kissing, consuming each other for several minutes. Every so often, Summer will shift her hips as if testing to see what she can handle. When her hips move in a steady rhythm under me, I rock mine, matching her thrusts as I push in further.

“Fuck, yes,” she moans. “I’m so close. Please can I come on your cock?”

“Already? I’ve barely done anything.”

“Alread—uhhh, fuck,” she trails off as her pussy tightens around me.

“Fuck, darlin’, you feel incredible coming on my cock.”

Her back arches as her grip on my forearm tightens. My hips snap forward, punching in and out at a steady pace as I fuck her through her orgasm. Right when I think she’s coming down from the high, she squeezes my forearm again and wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper.

“RJ, I’m… shit… again.” She can’t get a coherent thought out as I continue thrusting into her and her pussy flutters.

Is she coming again?

My heart celebrates as my dick screams at me to slow down.

This moment has been years in the making, and I’m determined not to blow my load after one position. I slide an arm under her waist and roll us over so she’s straddling me.

Gripping her hips, I hold her up, preventing her from fully sinking onto my length. Her hands slide along my chest as she tries to steady herself. “Fuck, you’re so big. I don’t know if this position will work. I don’t think I can take all of you.”

“I got you.” Holding her in place, I slowly fuck up into her as she leans forward, collapsing onto me. Once she’s leaning against my chest and gravity is no longer working against us, I slide my arms around her waist, holding her in place as I continue fucking her. The position isn’t identical to what we did with the vibrator, but it’s close enough.

Her forearms are propped against my chest as her fingernails dig into my shoulders, her body swaying with each snap of my hips.

“I… ahhh… so good… ahhh,” she moans as I lean down, kissing the top of her head sweetly as my hips fuck her roughly. “I… I need…”

Gripping her cheeks, I tilt her head, searching her face. “What do you need?”

Her gaze locks on my mouth. “Kiss⁠—”

I don’t let her finish the word as I seal my lips over hers. Instantly, her body relaxes against me. If I died tomorrow, I’d die a happy man.

CHAPTER 20

SUMMER

It’s obscene the noises and orgasms this man has pulled from my body either with his tongue, fingers, or dick. Is this what I was missing all these years? Is this how sex is supposed to feel? It’s never been like this with anyone else. And I’ve never come this hard before. Never squirted until him.

RJ’s hands loosen on my waist as he makes gentle strokes up and down my back. His thrusts are anything but gentle, and what started as a feeling of borderline unpleasant fullness has blossomed into the most incredible pleasure. He’s fucking me roughly, kissing me like a starved man, while stroking my back so reverently. My body doesn’t know what sensation to focus on, and my pussy is still spasming in aftershocks after the last back-to-back orgasm he gave me. I’ve only come like that once, with a toy. Never with a man.

“Fucking hell, Summer,” RJ rasps as he breaks the kiss. We lock eyes, and I know. Feel it deep within my soul. This is exactly where I’m supposed to be. And even though we just confessed our feelings, said the “I love yous,” this feels like so much more than that.

I stare back into his hazel eyes, willing him to see it all, feel it all.

“So much.” His words set my heart at ease. He’s right there with me. He feels this too.