Page 52 of Hot Summer Nights

NINE

Ember

Westonand I stumble into his cabin already pulling at our clothes. Our lips fuse together as soon as we have our shirts off and we scramble at the buttons and zippers of our jeans as we trip our way towards the queen size bed. I kick my shoes off before I push my jeans down, tearing my mouth from his long enough to shove them off my legs. Weston tries to do the same but he hasn’t taken his shoes off and his pants get trapped around his ankles. He trips and we crash onto the bed together.

We laugh as we bounce once on the bed before he sits up to slip his shoes and pants off. I sit up and crawl behind him, placing kisses along his neck and shoulders as he untangles himself. I lick my way up his neck and capture his earlobe between my teeth, tugging lightly. He moans long and low as he finally frees himself and twists on the bed, caging me in under him.

I laugh as I land on my back, staring up into his handsome face. I can see the lust written clear across his features and it’s so strong that it almost takes my breath away. No one has ever looked at me like that, like they need me more than they need their next lungful of air. He gazes back at me and his eyes rake over my face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.

He brushes some loose curls away from my face before he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. I’m lying under him in just my bra and panties and all Weston has on is his boxers. I can feel his hot skin against mine and this is the furthest I’ve ever been with a guy.

He holds his weight on his elbows as he presses his hips further into mine. I can feel his erection pulsing between my legs and my hips involuntarily rise to try to grind against his hard length.

“Oh god, Ember, slow down honey or this is going to be over way too fast.” He begs.

Knowing that it’s me that’s causing him to lose control only makes me burn hotter and I try to wrap my legs around his waist so I can grind against him harder. He growls before he grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed above my head.

“Let me love you a little bit. Please.” He pleads as I try to tug my hands-free.

“I’m burning up, Weston. Please don’t make me wait.”

“It won’t be for long. I promise.”

He presses my hands into the bed, looking in my eyes with a silent warning to not move them. I nod quickly and he smiles at my excitement before his head dips and his lips find mine. He pushes his tongue into my mouth where it teases mine, coaxing it to come out and play.

He pulls his mouth from mine and trails his lips down my neck to my chest. He wastes no time in unsnapping my bra and pulling the straps down my arms. As soon as he pulls it from my body, my first wave of self-consciousness hits me. No one has ever seen me naked before and I know that Weston has experience. What if I don’t measure up? My arms start to lower, to cover myself, but Weston aims another warning look at me and I freeze. My body flushes and I watch as his eyes trail down from my face to my full tits. I can feel that my nipples are puckered and begging for his mouth and fingers. As if he reads my mind, Weston licks his lips before his head lowers.

His lips wrap around my nipple and my back arches as he nips at it before pulling it into his mouth. I moan as his tongue flicks back and forth over the sensitive bud while his fingers play with the other one.His body slides down mine and he pushes my legs wider as he settles in the cradle of my thighs. His mouth and fingers continue to pinch and twist my sensitive nipples and I can feel myself climbing higher and higher.

“Weston, please! I need more.”

He gives each tight bud one more lick each before he kisses his way down my stomach. He pauses to dip his tongue into my navel and my stomach clenches at the foreign feeling. He kisses lower and spreads my thighs even wider as his shoulders come to rest between them.

I can feel his warm breath as it fans against my drenched panties. I’m so wet that they’re sticking to my lips and I’m sure that the white material is now see-through. He breathes deeply and my face flames. Is he smelling me? I lean up on my elbows to look down at him right as he leans forward and buries his face between my legs.

He eats at me like a man starved. I can feel his teeth and tongue through my panties as he teases my center. I can feel the wet fabric as it rubs against me. He pushes the fabric against my clit and rubs in tight circles around my hard button.

It’s too much. All of the new sensations and what really gets me is knowing that it’s Weston between my legs, giving me this pleasure. My legs clamp around his head as my fingers tunnel into his hair. I hold his head still as I grind my greedy pussy on his face. My legs tense and I come with a shout, flooding my soaked panties with more of my cream.

He rubs his face against my pussy before he pulls my panties from my body, ripping them at my hips. In the next breath, he buries his face against my bare pussy and another orgasm barrels down on me. Not having anything between us feels so much different, so much stronger than when my panties were between us.

His tongue dips between my swollen folds and licks straight up my center. He circles around my stiff clit before making the journey back to my dripping opening. He uses his tongue to spread my lips and then he pushes the tip inside of me, stretching my virgin hole. I moan as he pulls out of me and continues making the same trip up to my clit and around, then back down to my opening and inside. Over and over again until I scream and come all over his face. This second orgasm is different from the first, much stronger.

I collapse back onto the bed as I feel his tongue licking through my folds and cleaning me up. It’s like he doesn’t want to waste a drop. When he’s satisfied, he kisses back up my body and slips his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on him as I suck on his tongue. I moan at the tangy flavor and my desire is only ratcheted up higher by his answering moan.

I feel his hard erection tease up and down my folds and my legs open wider in invitation.

“Are you ready?”

“God yes.”

He leans down and kisses me slowly as his cock nudges my opening, slipping just the tip inside. I moan at the feel of him stretching me and filling me up.

“You’re nice and soft, Ember, but I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s take this nice and slow.”

He pushes another inch inside of me until he hits my virginity. I can see beads of sweat form on his forehead as he holds himself still inside of me. Seeing him holding himself back to keep me from feeling any pain just makes me love him more.

“It’s ok, I’m ready.” I say as I stare up at him.