Page 73 of Hot Girl Summer

He runs his thumb along my lower lip, and I focus on the weight of him on top of me and the movement of his hand as it drifts lower down my body. He trails kisses down my neck, chest, then gives my injured shoulder some healing attention. It’s a nice touch, and one I won’t forget in a hurry. He could kiss everything better for the rest of my life, and I would have no objections.

Resting his fingers at the apex of my button-down tea dress, he draws in a sharp, deliberate breath, and shakes his head.

“Tsk-tsk, so many buttons,” he says, a playful smile on his lips, the warmth of his breath on mine.

I laugh, and closing my eyes, part my mouth as he draws me into his embrace. Our tongues dance in perfect rhythm, and he lifts my chin to deepen the kiss. His body, heavy and warm, is a weight I could forever bear. Being so close to him, yet so confined, is pure intimacy, innocence and freedom wrapped into one. Here in our bubble, our force field, no one and nothing can break us.

His mouth leaves mine, and I tip my head back to soft, slow kisses that follow the trail he’s already made down my neck and chest, then he returns to my lips, sending bursts of electricity shooting through my veins. Another round of kisses, then he starts to unbutton the front of my dress.

Opening my eyes again, I tuck my chin towards my chest and watch with adoration as nimble fingers skilfully unhook each button, stopping after each one to kiss the skin beneath it. Every drag of his lips across my skin makes my breath hitch.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes. God yes.”

Rough fingers brush my skin—all the way from my neck, down the length of my torso, and over my stomach. Carefully, he opens the dress, letting it pool beneath me. I prop myself up again, sliding it over my shoulders and down my arms, then I lay supine.

He cups my face, pulling my lips back to his. A sheet of goosebumps creeps across my skin with the sweet, gentle touch. His kiss trails down the side of my neck to my chest, and in one swift movement, he frees my breasts from my black lace bra.

Taking one in his mouth, he swirls his tongue over and around one nipple, and I buckle under his touch, feeling the fire spread throughout my body. With his free hand, he cups and circles my nipples with his thumbs.

“I want you, Danny,” I say, breathless and rasping, reaching up towards him. It feels so good to be bold.

“Not yet. I need to taste you first. Is that okay?”

Fuck.

“Okay? Yes Danny, yes I think I could cope with that.”

He slips a hand between my legs, and I draw in a sharp breath as his fingers make small circles over my underwear. Breathing deep and steady, I close my eyes and savour his sweet, slow caress. His mouth returns to mine as he pushes my underwear aside, circling his fingers over my slick centre.

Sliding down my body, he trails kisses along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When his face reaches my centre, I raise my hips to meet his mouth in an attempt to soothe the deep ache in my stomach. After a small taste—an appetiser—he pauses to flash those adorable dimples and perfectly sexy smile, then he slides down my underwear and buries his face between my thighs. I melt, urging him to never stop.

With measured precision, he slips a finger inside, and I rock against the perfect rhythm of his mouth. He picks up speed, driving goosebumps with every flick and turn of his tongue.

Opening my eyes, I watch deft fingers move over my body, and I struggle to control my breathing when my legs begin to shake. I want to hold on, to make this last as long as it can, but I don’t have it in me.

“Danny,” I pant.

His name is like a driving force to my pleasure. As soon as I say it, my entire body quivers, bucks and shakes. I close my eyes and arch my back, letting the warmth consume me as I crash against the bed, revelling in the sweet release.

Moments pass, breathing slows naturally, and together, we bask in the serenity of my aftermath. When it passes, I’m suddenly aware that he’s collapsed right beside where his mouth had been only minutes ago. I feel naked, vulnerable and exposed. In a way, I want him to see me like this, in my purest form, because the innocence I feel with him hasn’t been there for such a long time.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, propping himself up on an elbow.

It’s the age-old question that I always dread, because my usual train of thought goes something like how-the-heck-am-I-going-to-get-out-of-here, but this time is different. This time, I want to avoid giving an honest answer, because I never want to let him go. My greatest fear in this moment is him realising that I’m a mistake.

I bite my lip and take a leap of faith. “That it couldn’t have been more perfect.”

His furrowed brow morphs into a raised one, and his downturned mouth is replaced by a smug half smile. I lean down to kiss him, and he crawls up the bed to meet me halfway, his arousal hard to ignore as it digs into my hip.

“Is it greedy of me to admit that I still want more?” I ask, eyeing up the bold display in his trousers. His line of vision follows mine, and so does his hands. He starts to undo his belt, but I stop him. “Wait. Can I do it?”

He nods.

I kneel beside him and carefully undo his belt and unzip his trousers. My fingers don’t make quick work like his do, because weirdly, with all my experience, the thought of undressing someone has always felt far too intimate, and after everything, he still makes me nervous. Usually, the clothes are on the floor within seconds, but with Danny, I want to take my time.

Savour the moment. Go slow. Remember everything about it. Feel the vulnerability and the newness of it all and just be.

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