Page 8 of Summer Ever After
“I like to work.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. It got me away from the house, and each dollar I stuffed into the sticky top drawer of my dresser was one dollar closer to freedom. Christina was in charge of my money until I turned twenty-five, which was two years away, and I knew that she was doing everything she could to stop me from getting any of it – ever.
He turned on his side and cupped my face. “You have no idea how sexy you are. do you?”
I had no idea how to answer that. Spending every waking second working didn’t leave much time for dating, haircuts, or buying cute clothes. Sexy was the farthest thing away from what I felt most days. Before I could answer he kissed me. When he drew back, he brushed my hair behind my ear. “That was a stupid thing to say, wasn’t it?” he whispered.
Laying back on the rock I slung my arm over my eyes. “If it wasn’t true, then yes – it sounds like a pickup line from a cheesy movie. There are a lot of words I would have used to describe myself, but sexy definitely isn’t one of them. Until today…” My forearm, which was draped over my eyes sopped up the surprised tears that had sprung up. I hoped that the tremble in my voice hadn’t betrayed me.
There was a rustling beside me and then I felt the warmth of Max’s thighs – he was straddling me. “Keep your eyes covered.” His breath was hot on my ear.
“What?” I drew my arm away, but he gently returned it, the light of day disappearing behind my skin.
“Keep it there.” He spoke into my jawbone as he kissed along it, pausing at my lips before continuing to the opposite ear. A tingle followed, a rush of warmth surging from my chin down my torso, my body arcing like a bow beneath his thighs.
My voice was breathy. “That feels incredible.”
“Oh, Daisy. You just wait,” he growled in my ear. His lips traveled down my throat and he traced their path with his fingertips. Even though it was still likely ninety degrees outside, goosebumps followed his fingers.
Each of my nipples had a turn in the warmth between his lips before he continued down, his breath heating the space between my ribcage. My nipples, wet from his mouth, puckered as they were exposed to the breeze that whipped across the lake. My body had gone into a hypersensitive mode, without the sense of sight, my sense of touch seemed to be amplified – by like a billion. My entire body was coiled tightly, a bunch of nerves being teased with two lips and a fingertip. “Oh, Max.” I couldn’t help but writhe beneath him. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life, with a man I hardly knew.
I had the feeling I knew where his lips and their journey was going to end, but when he slid down my ratty old panties, it was still a surprise. If I was turned on to a ten before, the moment his breath tickled between my legs I was bolted to an eleven, or who was I kidding, I was wet and writhing and at about a thirty. I needed Max to touch me more desperately than I had needed the air when we kissed below the surface of Windswan Lake.
But his breath was all he gave me, bypassing my thrumming wetness for my inner thighs, nipping at the tender skin. My breath hitched with the slight sear of pain his bites left behind. I was a goner. I was on the brink of an orgasm and he’d barely touched me.
“Max.” I tapped his shoulder with my free hand. “Kiss me.” I couldn’t take one more second of his teasing, I needed a break before I broke.
“You bet, pretty girl.” His voice was still low and growly.
I exhaled, waiting to feel his mouth on mine, my body had relaxed and I felt like my breathing was on its way to its regular pace.
It didn’t last long. His mouth didn’t meet mine, it met the part of me that had yearned for his touch so intensely, that when it was given, my entire body bucked. The warmth of his mouth as he slowly sucked had pushed me to the brink, but when he added his thick finger to the mix, first one, then two, that was it. “Oh…my…god.” I could barely get the words out as the warmth radiated from between my legs to the crown of my head. My orgasm wasn’t a wave lapping across my body, it was a goddamn tidal wave, one that surged to the brink of every point in my body, my fingertips, my toes,
even my earlobestingled with the rolling sensation. My body writhed and bucked a final time as the last surge rocked me.
Max kissed each of my thighs once again. I was so sensitive that when his breath passed over my sex, I winced. “Sensitive,” I whispered. “Can I look now?”
“Sure. But I’m not quite done with you.” I blinked, the sun was behind a puffy cloud, but my vision was still spotted with sparkles. I propped myself up with my elbows and watched as Max followed his original route back to my face until his crystal blue eyes met mine.
He smiled and kissed me. “I like your birthmark.”
Growing up, the red splotch of skin on my inner thigh had embarrassed me. “What do you think it looks like?” I asked. I’d spent enough time looking in the mirror at the oblong mark with the jagged points, trying to turn it into something cute.
“An orca.” He didn’t even hesitate.
“That’s what I think too.”
He shifted so he was sitting upright and traced the lines of the birthmark. “The dorsal fin is too big to be a shark, and this looks like a rudder, not a fin. Although having a shark guard your vag would be pretty cool too.”
I hacked out a laugh. “Did you just say vag?”
“Guilty. I’m a dude, remember?” He held up his hands. “What do you want me to call her?” He rested his hand on my bush.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, but let’s strike vag from the shortlist.”
His boxers were tented out with such intensity I wondered if they were going to split. I traced his cock with my fingertip. “Do you have a name for this?”
“Every guy does..” he laughed. “But I’ll let you pick one out for him.”
“I think I’ll have to meet him first, get to know him, and see what kind of personality he’s got.” I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Max looked down at me through his eyelashes.
