Page 74 of Hot Girl Summer

He pulls a condom out of the bedside drawer and hands it to me.

“I can’t promise I can be what you want,” he says.

The unprompted display of vulnerability only makes me want him more. His sweet, gentle side turns me on just as hard as that hot, infuriating alter-ego of his.

“You are everything I want, and we’ve waited too fucking long.”

I smile widely, and when I free his cock from its restraints, it broadens.

Holy shit. That is the most handsome dick I’ve ever seen in my life. Well-groomed, sizeable and hard, his perfectly-proportioned cock stands proud and ready for me, and I can’t stop myself thinking about how much I want to taste him. I push his clothes and underwear off the edge of the bed, and he shuffles up towards the headboard, propping his head on a pillow.

I climb onto his lap and kiss him so deeply I can feel the air being sucked from my lungs, while his warm, hard cock teases my opening. The temptation to guide him inside is too much, but I hold myself back. I need to taste him first. This man could easily kill me and I wouldn’t care. Nothing will ever come close to this; I’ve never felt this safe with anyone.

I slide down his body, kissing his neck, chest, torso, until I reach that perfect appendage between his muscular thighs. This I can’t slow down, no matter how hard I try. I want him too much.

Butterflies swarm my tummy as I wrap my mouth around the tip and take his entire length in my mouth. Using my hands, I work in a rhythm. Usually, I would use some fancy technique I read about on some Instagram post, but I don’t need that.

I use my intuition, listening to his body the way he listens to mine. With his pleasure as my own, I’m finely tuned in to his wants and needs, and it feels amazing to be so connected to someone at last.

The moans that escape him are the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. He buries his hands in my hair, and I keep going just to hear him again and again. Using my touch and mouth to make him come undone is so sweet and satisfying, I’ve forgotten how it feels to want to be someone’s everything.

“I want all of you,” he rasps.

I’m grateful, because I can feel the pain shooting through my shoulder. I'm already wet from his tongue, but hearing those words and seeing him in all his rawness completely consumes me.

I unwrap the condom and glide it on, then slide back up the way I came. Warmth fills me when I lower myself onto him, taking charge as I guide him inside, and I revel in the stretch. A perfect fit.

I contort against him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on mine. His low, guttural moan is pure satisfaction and music to my ears when I ease all the way down his length. Sliding against his body, I moan into his mouth. Our breath becomes one as I rock back and forth, feeling every muscle harden against me, finding a rhythm. Weak whimpers escape my throat as I focus on the brush of my hard nipples against his chest and the friction of his calloused hand as he slips it between us and palms my clit.

Quickening the pace, our kisses become sloppy and reckless. Kissing him without restraint is the sexiest thing in the world. It’s freeing. Organic. And so right. My fingernails dig and rake his shoulders until I can’t hold back any longer. My whole body shakes, and I clench around him, sending me crashing into euphoria once again. Within seconds, he's gripping my hips and losing control before I feel him throb and release inside me, his breath hot against my mouth as I fall into him, our bodies slick with sweat.

Exhausted, I pull the throw from the end of the bed and loosely cover myself, giggling as I flop down beside Mr Handsome Dick in a blissful haze.

“What’s funny? he asks, while he discards the condom.

“Nothing. Sometimes I giggle if I have really good sex,” I say, trying to catch my breath. The reality is, it’s been a long time coming.

Danny quirks an eyebrow. “Watch out, Miss DeLuca, I’m going to keep you laughing all night.”

“Never say that again.”

Like the lines around his eyes, his dimples deepen.

“Thank you.” My face draws a serious expression.

“For what?”

“Making me forget.”

Tenderly, I kiss him, and our faces linger closely for a second, before I retreat and grip the throw closer to my body.

“Is it your shoulder?” he asks.

I shake my head, and a single tear falls down my cheek. Quickly, I wipe it away.

Why, of all times, do I have to get emotional now? I blame the orgasms.

“Nothing, I’m just worried about Kiki, that’s all.”

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