Page 67 of Summer Kisses

He kneaded my breasts as I continued the slow build, moving my pussy over his rigid cock, and when the tip slid inside, we both gasped. I'd never felt anything that was so good in my life. But I wanted more.

Brady gripped his cock, and I slid down the length until he filled me completely.

"How does that feel?" Brady asked, his voice gruff.

"Like I'm yours."

His eyes flashed with desire. "Don't forget it."

I wouldn't forget this moment or this evening. It was ingrained in my memory forever, as if it had been tattooed there.I began to move slowly at first, adjusting to the stretch, and then faster when I found my rhythm.

Brady cupped my breasts, flicking the nipples. The sensation was a bolt of lightning to my clit, and I bit my lip against the moan that threatened to erupt.

He pulled me down so that we could kiss, his hand between us, playing with my clit. I couldn't hold back anymore and let the orgasm shoot through me. While I was still trembling from the aftershocks, he gripped my hips, pumping into me from below. Then he flipped us so that I was underneath him.

His hands braced on either side of me, he tunneled into me, his body covered with a sheen of sweat. He'd been holding back before.

I loved that I could make him so unrestrained.

He thrust one more time and then stilled, spilling inside me. His forehead dropped to mine, and then he rolled over, got off the bed, and padded to the bathroom.

I admired his ass as he walked. Everything about him was defined and hard. He took care of his body. When he returned, he had a warm washcloth he used to clean me. Then he gathered me into his chest.

"Thank you for the perfect evening."

"I'm glad you insisted that Dalton not move back in. I prefer having the privacy to do whatever I want to you and not worrying about keeping quiet."

"Tomorrow is the engagement party. Are we ready for it?"

"Let's take a shower, and then we'll pull up more questions to go over." Brady tugged me out of bed and turned on the water.

He took his time soaping my body and then my hair. By the time he was done, I was relaxed and ready to go to sleep. But we had to go over more questions so that we were prepared for Grandma's quiz.

We lay on the bed with my phone between us, the list of questions visible. Brady went through them one by one. Other than the first date question, we could answer most of them.

"What about the future questions. Do you want kids?" I asked him.

"Of course."

"How many?" I studied his reaction.

His forehead creased. "Two or three? I'm flexible. It's whatever you want."

"When would we plan on having children? I have a feeling people are going to ask."

"We'd want to wait a few years to enjoy being together before we started. That gives us time to work on our projects too, my show and your after-school program."

"That's what I was thinking. The next one is what if one of us needs to move for a job or to be near family?"

"We both want to stay on the island, so moving is out of the question,” Brady said while he played with my hair.

"What if I lost my job and needed to move to find another one? What would we do?"

"That's not going to happen."

"But what if it did? Would you be willing to leave your family?" I asked him, a little worried about his answer. If we were together for real, this would be something to think about.

His brow creased again. "I never thought about it."

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