Page 51 of Summer Kisses

My mouth dropped open at the sensation of him stretching me. I couldn't help but move, encouraging him to go deeper. I gripped his forearms, which were corded with muscle, as he restrained himself from unleashing his desire. "Please, Brady."

"You're going to be the death of me," he said as he dropped his mouth to mine, and slid in, further stretching me to the limit.

It had been a long time since I was with anyone. But this felt so much deeper than anything I'd ever experienced. Maybe it was because of our friendship.

I felt impaled in the best way. Splayed open and vulnerable to him. I couldn't form any words; I could only hold on and feel the sensations coursing through my body.

"You feel so good." He moved then, slowly sliding out and then thrusting inside, a tortuous rhythm that had me building higher and higher until I felt like I was going to snap.

I bit my lip as he braced his hands on either side of my shoulders and moved at a quicker pace, each pass of his dick inside me hitting something inside of me.

He was going to ruin me for other men. I wondered if this kind of connection was even possible with someone else. Or was it our friendship that made this so overwhelming?

He'd said he was going to make me feel good, and everything inside me was coiled tight. I needed him to set me free.

I pulled his head down to me so that I could kiss him. He immediately complied, his lips parting for me as I held onto his shoulders. So far, he was meeting my expectations and fulfilling his promises. I'd never felt like this before, like I was soaring through the air, poised for something bigger. Something I wasn't sure I could handle.

He eased back and said, "You need to come, baby?"

I nodded jerkily. "Yes," and reached for my clit, used to handling this part myself. But Brady swiped my hand away. "Your pleasure is mine."

What did that mean? I couldn't touch myself? He didn't want me to do that? “You promised to make me feel good.”

"It feels so much better when someone else is orchestrating your release."

"Then show me." I wasn't sure I could stay suspended for much longer.

His fingers touched my clit, and I went off, bucking against him, spasming around his dick, as he moved me through the high. I'd never felt anything so intense. It was like he was splitting me apart only to put all my pieces back together again.

His body pressed against mine as he moved at a quicker pace, chasing his release. A tremor ran through my body, theaftershocks of the most epic orgasm ever. I couldn't produce something like that with my fingers or even a vibrator.

Brady cried out, his face in my shoulder as he tensed and then emptied himself into the condom. His teeth scraped my skin as he kissed the spot to soothe it, and then he sat back on his haunches. He carefully pulled out, removing the condom and tying it off.

"I need to take care of this," he said as he moved off the bed and into the bathroom.

I could only lay there, enjoying the feeling of euphoria from the orgasm he'd just given me. I heard the water running, and then he was back, the mattress dipping, adjusting to his weight. When he reached me, he gathered me to his chest and kissed the top of my head. "No regrets."

It wasn't a question. It was a declaration. "No regrets."

"I'd say that was a good experiment."

I shifted slightly so I could see his face. "And what experiment is that?"

"Can friends be lovers?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Mmm." I considered his question because it was one I'd thought about a lot over the years. Could friends have the chemistry necessary to sustain a relationship and a satisfying sex life? Apparently, we could. But maybe it was just us; the combination was just right.

"I made you feel good, didn't I?" he asked, his voice a little vulnerable.

I shifted so that my palm was on his chest and my head cradled by the crook of his shoulder. "So good."

"I want to do that again." His voice sounded so hopeful that I laughed.

"We're obviously doing that again." I could easily get addicted to whatever that was. Good sex? Was this a friends-with-benefits situation? Or was it the start of something else?

His muscles relaxed as he drifted off to sleep, but my mind was running a mile a minute. What had we done? I didn't regret it, but I was worried how this would change everything. Could we be able to go back to being just friends?

I took a long time to fall asleep. And when I woke, I was alone. I smelled breakfast cooking, so I got up and washed my face, brushed my hair, and pulled it back into a ponytail. Since I was still naked after we had sex last night, I pulled on his shirt that was laying on the ground and walked downstairs.

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