Page 53 of Hot Summer Nights

He hisses a breath out between his teeth like he’s in pain before he thrusts inside of me in one shot. He stretches me to the point of pain and I let out a little yelp as he seats himself fully inside of me. He stills when he’s bottomed out. Slowly, my body relaxes around his long length and I lean up, pecking his lips softly.

“You can move now, Weston.”

Weston groans but does as I say, slowly pulling out only to drive back inside me. He sets up a steady pace of thrusting in and out of my wet channel. I can feel my pussy start to clamp down on him, making his thrusts harder and harder.

“Weston, I’m- I think I’m going to- WESTON!” I scream as my pussy clamps down on him. My ankles hook around his back and I hold him still balls deep inside of me as my orgasm tears through me. My orgasm pulls his own orgasm from him and I feel as his seed shoots off deep inside of me, splashing against my fertile womb. He buries his face in my neck as he groans his release.

After we’re both spent, I keep my legs locked around him as I run my hands softly up and down his back. I like feeling the weight of him on top of me, pushing me deeper into the mattress. He’s so warm and I’m so tired. My eyes flutter closed as I feel him kiss my forehead.

I don’t remember fallingasleep but when I wake, I’m tucked into Weston’s side. The sun looks like it is just starting to rise. I guess my body is so used to waking up at this time that it will do it without an alarm.I need to get to work,I realize.

I untangle myself from Weston’s arms and legs and I laugh as I slide from the bed and his hand shoots out to pull me back. I look up into his face and see he’s still sound asleep and my heart melts at him reaching for me in his sleep. I admire his naked body, wrapped up in the sheets for a moment before I pull my clothes off the floor and hurriedly get dressed. I hastily scrawl out a note and leave it on my pillow. I sneak one last look at my sleeping beauty before I slip from the cabin and head home.

I smile the whole way home and as I let myself inside my house to change clothes, my grin is still firmly in place. It falls off my face as soon as I see my mom sitting on the couch. Waiting for me.

“Looks who’s making the walk of shame! My slut of a daughter.” She spits at me as soon as she sees me. When I don’t say anything, she continues.

“You slept with him. I can’t believe you slept with him.”

“I love him, mom.”

“Oh, and I’m sure he feels the same way about you. Wake up, you stupid girl. He was just using you for sex and you’re so dumb that you fell for it.” She looks disgusted with me.

“No, he wasn’t.” I say softly, but even I can hear the uncertainty in my voice.

“Did he tell you that he loves you?” She asks.

No. I don’t have to say anything. She can see my answer written all over my face. Her laugh rings out, cruel and cold, as she stands from the couch and walks back to her bedroom.

“Whore.” She says as she passes me.

I stand in the living room as doubts swirl around me, threatening to pull me into despair. Could Weston really just be using me for sex? There were easier girls here. Girls that he wouldn’t have to take out every day for a week before they let them between their legs. But he didn’t tell me he loved me.You didn’t tell him you loved him either,my mind whispers to me.

I shake myself out of my fog and head for my room. I need to get back to work.

TEN

Weston

I wakethe next morning to find Ember gone and a note on her pillow.

Wes,

Had to go to work. Come find me when you wake up. ;)

Ember

I grumbleas I pull the sheets away and climb from bed. I get in the shower and quickly rinse off. If Ember had just woken me up, we could both be in here together. I picture washing her back for her, watching as the soap suds rinse down her delectable body and I’m instantly hard and ready for another round. I’ve never been with someone who gave herself so freely to another person. I’ve never had sex so passionately before. No, not sex. Love. I’ve never made love before but that’s exactly what we did last night.

I love Ember. I think I have since the second I laid eyes on her. It’s about time that I tell her how I feel.

I lock my cabin door behind me and I make the short walk up to the office. I see Ember through the window and I smile. It’s crazy how just seeing this girl fills me with such joy and happiness.

“Morning, Ember.” I say as I walk into the office.

Ember’s eyes snap over to mine and for the first time, I notice the red-rimmed eyes and the unshed tears. I rush across the room, trying to get to her as fast as I can.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” I ask.

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