Page 73 of Summer Escape
I forced myself to tamp down the emotion, ignoring the feelings that rose to the surface. Tonight was about pouring those feelings into her, not expressing them out loud.
I rested a hand on her stomach, her muscles contracting under the thin material of her dress. My hands drifted lower to find the hem. I slowly moved it up so that her thighs were bared.
I drifted higher, over her stomach and then her breasts which were overflowing the lace cups of her bra. "You're so beautiful."
The feel of the hard tip of her nipple had my cock throbbing behind my zipper. I'd never get enough of her, of this. She was my everything. But I couldn't make her realize that. She had to figure it out for herself.
A voice in the back of my head said I should tell her how I felt. But I didn't want to influence her or guilt trip her into staying when it wasn't what she wanted.
Her hands drifted over my forearms and then to my shirt. She carefully worked the small buttons, drawing out the anticipation, making me harder for her. It was the tenderness in her fingers, the way she didn't give up, that had me aching.
She looked so beautiful with the moonlight illuminating her skin. Her wavy hair spread over my pillow. Each strand of hair was a different shade of the summer sun, and I wanted to memorize each one. I never wanted to forget a detail of her.
On my haunches, I touched her thighs, drifting ever closer to the place between her legs, covered by a strip of lace. Her thighs trembled under my touch, and her legs spread wider, her hips arching up as if inviting me to taste her.
"I want you." My tone was guttural, desperate with need.
Her lips curved. "Mmm. I want you too."
I love you. But the words wouldn't form. I'd have to show her with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. She wouldn't forget this night or what it meant. It was a declaration of what we were feeling and everything we wanted.
At least it was for me. I hoped it was for her too.
When she released the last button, she shoved the white button-down over my shoulders. I shrugged it the rest of the way off and pulled the undershirt off so that my chest was bare to her roving hands.
"You're so hard everywhere," she murmured.
I hummed in response, my body practically vibrating with desire. I slowly drew her panties down her hips and her legs until they were gone too.
She sat up, pulling her dress over her head, leaving her in a bra. I waited while she reached around and unhooked it, letting it fall to the bed.
Now she was naked, open to my touch. Her skin was a golden brown from spending so much time in the sun, her breasts plump and begging for my mouth. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
Then my gaze lowered to her already glistening pussy.
Her eyes drifted closed, and I eased myself onto my stomach, spreading her folds, opening her to my touch.
Her fingers tangled in my hair.
Tonight seemed like so much more than any other night we'd shared. So much more intense and full of emotion. No matter how hard I worked to tamp it down, it was impossible to contain.
I breathed in her honey scent, circling her clit with my tongue while I worked a finger into her channel.
I could see that she was biting her lip, not wanting to give into the sensations. But I wanted her to feel everything, so I intensified my efforts, pumping two fingers into her and sucking on her clit. I didn't want her to avoid her feelings.
When her thighs trembled and her back arched off the bed, I continued working her through her orgasm. I wiped my mouth and shoved my pants and briefs down. I needed to be inside her now. The urge was so intense; I couldn't slow down.
I moved between her legs, my dick nudging her entrance.
Her skin was flush, her eyes wild with desire. She wasn't sated, not yet. I entered her in one swift movement.
She gasped at the invasion, her hands grasping my forearms as if she could ward off the feelings it brought.
"I want you to feel everything that I am." My words ghosted over her as I began to move in hard, long thrusts.
She whimpered as I struck that spot deep inside her, the one that couldn't ignore what I did to her. I wanted to wreck her for all other men. I wanted to create a memory so long and deep that she wouldn't have room for anyone else.
The problem was, I worried that I was doing that to myself, and I was the only one who was feeling these things.
