Page 50 of Summer Kisses

It was the point of no return, and I was happy to keep moving forward. To explore whatever this was between us.

Brady was right. Everyone thought we were together anyway. Why not take advantage of the situation? Give in to our desires?

He pulled back, holding me away from him. "What do you say? Can I make you feel good?"

I nodded. "Yes."

He lifted me onto the bed and then stepped back so that he could remove his shirt. I watched enraptured as he pulled it over his head revealing that bare chest that I'd happily slept on all week. But now, I'd be given full rein to touch him and explore.

His fingers paused on the waistband of his board shorts. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes."

He didn't need to tell me twice. I drew the filmy cover-up over my head, leaving me in a bikini.

His gaze heated as he shoved his trunks down, his cock bobbing out from the confines of the material.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, gripping the base of his cock, which was hot and hard. I gave it a tug, raising my gaze to meet his.

"I'm supposed to be making you feel good," he said, his voice gravelly.

"But this makes me feel good." I leaned over and licked the precum from the tip of his dick.

His hips jerked in response, and his hand landed in my hair. It was a light touch, as if he was afraid to do anything more.

I licked the tip again, taking my time to tease and torment him.

He lightly pushed me so that I moved to my back. He moved over me, covering me with his weight and his scent. His lips dropped to mine as his hands roamed over my body, setting me on fire.

Fingers tugged at the strings on my hips, and my bottoms fell away. He parted my pussy lips and teased the sensitive tissue. I arched off the bed, needing more.

"I'm going to make you feel so good." He sat back on his haunches, one hand still cupping my pussy as his free hand pulled down the cups of my bikini top. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking."

His words were fuel to my desire. No one had ever talked about my body like that. Like he couldn't get enough. His muscles were pulled taut, and his eyes were bright with desire.

"Brady, please."

He sucked one nipple in his mouth, his free hand still working over my pussy. His fingers dipped inside, and my legs fell apart. I was helpless to do anything but take what he was giving me.

His kisses were long and deep, his fingers working their magic, but still I wanted more.

"I need you inside me."

He lifted off me, reaching for something on the floor, then throwing a condom on the bed. "I like how you ask for what you want."

"You promised you'd make me feel good," I taunted.

"I will. But I'm going to take my time." He moved down my body, settling between my legs, his fingers parting my folds as he licked me from my entrance to clit.

I whimpered as he did it again, a finger entering my channel. I wouldn't survive the slow and tortuous onslaught. The combination of his mouth and his fingers was driving me higher and higher. He sat up, reaching for the condom wrapper. He ripped it open, smoothing the rubber over his length. Then he moved between my legs, lining up his cock with my entrance.

Every inch of my body was primed for him.

His gaze met mine. "Are you sure about this?"

This wasn't just sex or a one-night stand. This was my best friend. Love for him poured from my soul. "I want you."

To hell with the implications and what anyone would say. Nothing mattered except easing this incessant ache in my core.

He slid inside, using just his tip.

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