Page 25 of Summer Swoon

Eve wrapped her arms around my neck and I tightened my hold and pulled her closer still, opening my mouth wider, deepening the kiss. Sliding my right hand up her waist, I skimmed the side of her breast, then flicked at her tight nipple with my thumb. Her groan vibrated through my chest and I pulled back just enough to squeeze and mold her to my palm.

Needing to feel her skin on skin, I skimmed my hands down her body then back up, dragging her T-shirt with them. I ended the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head. Her sports bra quickly followed.

I’ve always been a breast man and hers are pure perfection. I gripped her ass and pulled our hips together as I leaned down and flicked my tongue against her nipple. She let out a low groan and I looked up. Eve’s nostrils flared as she watched me take her into my mouth and suck.

Her fingers dug into my scalp and it was my turn to moan when she pressed her hips against the ridge of my erection. I stepped forward, and she stepped back until her thighs rested against the bed. Holding her back, I eased her down until she was lying on the mattress.

“You are so beautiful.”

I traced my fingertips along her stomach, just above the waistband of her shorts. Popping the button, I slid the zipper down slowly, giving her a chance to stop me if she didn’t want this. The material separated, giving me a glimpse of lacy pink panties and I slid my hands into that opening to pull them down. Her hand wrapped around my wrist, halting my movements.

Removing my hands, I straightened and locked my gaze with hers.

“I’m sorry, I–”

“No.” She pushed onto her elbows then sat. “I want this. Trust me when I tell you that Iwantthis.”

Her eyes shifted to the erection that was doing its best to push through my fly. I thought it was going to succeed when she licked her lips as she stared. My low groan broke the spell and she met my gaze again.

“I just think I’d be more comfortable if I wasn’t the only one not wearing clothes.”

Keeping my gaze locked to hers, I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Unbuttoning my shorts, I started to lower them but she stopped me again.

Eve sat and shifted forward, and with her eyes locked on mine, tucked her hands into my open waistband. Sliding them around to my back, she cupped my ass beneath my boxer briefs. After giving it a squeeze, she dragged them down until they pooled around my ankles.

My cock bobbed right in front of her face. She nibbled at her bottom lip for what seemed like forever before reaching out and wrapping her hand around it. I took in a deep breath through my nose and let it out slowly through my mouth. It’s been a while and her touch is the sweetest form of torture.

She touched and explored, seeming fascinated. I closed my eyes and groaned as her hand moved up and down, then settled into a slow, sensual rhythm. It was my turn to wrap my hand around her wrist to halt her movements.

“That feelsreallygood,” I said with an awkward chuckle. “Too good.”

“Isn’t it supposed to feel good?”

Goosebumps covered my entire body when she dragged her fingers along my shaft then squeezed the head before letting go.

“Not yet.” Wrapping my hands around her waist, I shifted her back to the middle of the bed and followed her down. “Not until you feelgoodat least once.”

I leaned down and kissed Eve’s stomach, nipping at her navel before continuing upward to lick at first one nipple then the other. Setting my mouth on her right breast, our eyes held as I ran my tongue around it, slowly spiraling toward her nipple. As I sucked, Eve’s back arched and she let out a long, low groan.

“Max.”

My name came out more as a sigh than a word

I moved onto her left breast, offering it the same treatment.

“Hmm?”

When she didn’t answer, I continued what I was doing until her hips thrust against me. Goosebumps trailed in my wake as I ran my fingers over her stomach. Her hips pressed up, putting my fingertips on the waistband of her panties.

“Please.”

I released her nipple and nibbled my way across her chest, over her collarbone, and up her neck.

“Please what?” I whispered against her ear.

“Touch me. Please touch me.”

She sounded almost desperate. If what she said is true and she hasn’t been with anyone since her divorce, I can understand why.