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She tasted sweet and clean and perfect, and I suckled on her clit, circling my tongue over it and drawing shakes and her trembles. The pleasure thrummed through her, and she keened for more. She moaned and gasped and ran her fingers through my hair.
“That’s it,” I said, around a mouthful of her delicious pussy. “That’s it, gorgeous.” I slipped two fingers inside her and found her g-spot.
“Oh my god!” Summer arched her back and nearly lost it completely. “Oh my god, oh my god.”
I sucked on her, making noises and enjoying every shudder and shriek. I plunged my fingers inside her, pressed against her spot and circled.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh my god, Matt, I’m—” She cut off, and her pussy tightened around my fingers. She worked through her climax, her body singing for me, her head dropping back. She moved through her orgasm, her milky white thighs trembling, her quivering hole growing wetter and wetter.
I kept the pressure exactly the same, both on her clit and inside her, until she was completely finished, then drew my fingers out of her gently.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
“They call me Matt,” I replied.
“I’m too relaxed to hit you right now, but don’t try me.”
I chuckled. “I’d like to see you try getting up right now. You’re done.”
Summer’s sea-green eyes fixed on me. “But you haven’t.”
“I told you, now isn’t about me.”
“I mean, you could come stand over here and I could…” She dragged her tongue over her lips again, so plush, so fucking welcoming. “If you know what I mean.”
“As tempting as that is, gorgeous, I don’t think I’ll have the self-control to stay in your mouth once we got started. And you’re too delicate to do anything else right now.”
“I’m not a flower. Shoot, I’ll risk a broken ankle if it means I get you inside me.” Her expression had gone shades of naughty I couldn’t quite stand. If I didn’t avert my eyes, I’d take her up on her offer.
“Hmm. Better if we get you into the bath and all cleaned up. How does that sound?”
“Like heaven,” she replied. “As long as you bathe with me.”
“Insatiable.”
“I want you,” she said.
“You’ve got me, Summer.” For now. But after we left this place, it was over. And I’d be back to being alone, focusing on work. As it was meant to be. As it had always been. Summer was delicious and intoxicating and poisonous, and being with her in any other capacity than physical would only wind up hurting us both. And the thought of Summer in pain angered me.
After Valentine’s Day, this was over. For good.
Is that really what you want?
Chapter Fifteen
Summer
I’d never been as satisfied or as horny. It was ridiculous.
Matt stripped the clothes off my body right on the sofa, taking extra care around my ankle, though it wasn’t even that sore anymore. He lifted my naked body and carried me through to the bathroom where he’d already filled the massive tub with sudsy water. He lowered me into it, and the slosh of warmth brought shivers to my skin.
“There,” he said.
“Join me.”
“Someone’s feeling forward.”
“Hey, you were the one who said we could be physical here until…you know.” I’d wanted to say, “until things got complicated,” but neither of us would let that happen. I had to be crazy to be doing this, but the alternative was wanting him, and then the tension building and blowing up in both our faces. Chances were, we’d wind up doing something and get caught doing it.
This was controlled. It wasn’t a kiss out on the sand under a full moon, just around the corner from Emmy. We could make this work, and when it didn’t anymore…well, it would be over then. And that would be fine. Just fine.
Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.
Matt stripped off his pants and his shirt in front of me, his tan muscles rippling under the lights. His cock was magnificently hard, throbbing, the tip glistening wet, but he didn’t so much as stroke it. He lowered himself into the tub opposite me.
It was big enough for the both of us, Jacuzzi-sized, and I appreciated, once again, that Emmy and Scott had paid for all of this for me. My best friend had insisted that she couldn’t possibly let me miss her wedding.
Oof, don’t think about that now. Guilt, here we come.
“Hey,” Matt said, resting his arms on the bathtub’s edges. “You’re beautiful.”
“And it looks like you’re pitching a periscope there.”
He lifted his dick off his abdomen and let it fall back into place again. “What, this? What do you expect? I’m in the bath with a soaking wet, sudsy you.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Am I hurting your foot?” he asked.
“Wow. You’re really good at this conversation thing.” I pointed at me and then back at him. “From sudsy naked bodies to my foot. Real sexy.”
