Always Summer (26 page)

My arm was
still around her leg, holding it behind my back with my elbow.
 
She was whimpering with every breath, and
moaning at regular intervals.
 
I lifted
my mouth from her breast, around the same time that I pulled the fabric of her
panties aside to hitch at the side of her crotch and remain out of my way.

I grabbed
my penis.

“I love you
Summer
.” I said softly, looking in her eyes.

I held the
tip of my penis just inside the entrance to her pussy, just nuzzling and
waiting; and the moment she said,

“I love you Blake.”
Breathlessly,

I rammed it
inside her, while I proceeded to stand up, lifting her off the floor; grabbing
her right leg with my left arm and wrapping it around my back; before holding
her butt in both my hands.

We both
screamed out desperately upon my intrusion.
 
Then, I stayed still... wrapped in her.

“You’re so
fucking tight!” I breathlessly said in amazement.
 
She’d seemed so slick just moments ago that I
hadn’t fully tested how elastic she was down there.

“You’re so
fucking big!” she countered.

I moved so
that the wall assisted me in supporting her better.
 
It meant that I was in her deep, not as deep
as I could get in another position, but deep all the same.
 
Her arms were over my shoulders, and the
strap of her bra and dress looked as though they were about to snap.

“Fix your
strap.” I indicated with a nod of my head, but I remained still otherwise,
while I adjusted to her, and she to me.

She lifted
the straps up with her left hand, so that they weren’t stretched anymore, but
now her boob was covered.

“Did I hurt
you?” I asked her.
 
I felt adjusted
now... I hoped she did too.

“No!
 
I’m just a bit shocked.”
 
She said, still breathless.

I didn’t
wait for any more confirmation or conversation; I began to pull out of her
slowly, moaning in pleasure as I did; leaving only an inch of length inside
her, I hesitated before I slammed back inside her... I repeated this
performance again and again, until our breaths became ragged, and sweat was
beading across my forehead in addition to dripping down my back.

“Oh
Blake... shit!
 
You feel so good!” Summer
moaned.

My
possessiveness had rekindled after the shock of entering her, and I knew that I
never wanted to be inside another woman... just her!
 
And the exquisite feeling of her skin against
mine; no barrier...
Fuck!

“Summer!”
I said gruffly.

“Ugh...
Blake!” she appealed...

“Tell me
that you’re mine! My girl!
 
No-one
else’s...” I demanded.

“Yes
Blake!
 
Your girl...
definitely your girl.”
She moaned in ecstasy.

I could
feel her shuddering... I didn’t want to come myself yet, I wanted a marathon
orgasm for her... and if she came on me, I would definitely come too, and then
flake.
 
I needed to buy some time.

I pulled
her body into me and stepped away from the wall, her legs wrapped around me, my
biceps bulging, holding her up so she didn’t snap my cock off by sliding down
my body even minutely.

“Blake?”
she questioned.

“Shhh...” I
demanded.

I walked to
the dining table where all this angst had derived from.

I pulled
out of her immediately before I sat her on the table.

“Blake!”
she said in exasperation.
 
I knew how she
felt; I was feeling at a loss now that I was gone from inside her.

“Summer...
I’m not leaving you hanging... I just need to stop for a minute or it’s going
to be over before I want it to be.” I growled.

I stepped
back and dropped my shorts and boxers on the floor, and then I lifted my ankles
out of the mess; kicking the clothes over to the wall.
 
Her eyes went directly to my package and
slightly widened.
 
Of course I stifled a
chuckle at her bright eyes.
 
But I still
managed to give her a smirk.
 
I then
pulled my t-shirt off, grabbing it from behind my head and lifting it up my
torso, and then over my shoulders and head; finally pulling it off my arms and
throwing it aside.

I tilted my
head back slightly, looking down at
Summer
from hooded
eyes.
 
Summer sat panting and looking at
me with a great amount of appreciation.
 
I’d worked hard to get this body... I’d started doing it at fourteen,
and after 4 years, I’d succeeded in making it look pretty damn good – for her!

Summer.

Shit... Holy Fuck!
 
Aargh!

His
intrusion inside me with his fingers was driving me crazy... I wanted more!

I demanded
it from him... he counter-demanded I asked him properly!
 
I knew what he was doing... dominating
me!
 
I didn’t give a snit though... I
wanted him to!
 
I wanted him to demand...
to growl at me; and to fuck me blind; wrapping my soul up with his as we either
descended into hell or ascended into heaven!

I loved
him... oh God!
 
I loved him so much!

When his
cock finally slammed into me, like I had wanted it to; a wave of painful
pleasure surged through my lower abdomen and leached throughout my body like an
electric current, reaching its tendrils of power out further.
 
I had never experienced this.
 
Jordan had been a decent size, but Blake was
bigger; and he seemed to know what he was doing far better too, juggling me
effortlessly into his arms against the wall.

He
confirmed that he hadn’t hurt me before he began to move inside me... slowly
dragging his cock out, pulling deliciously at my insides as they quivered in
the suction he created, before slamming back into me, and filling me with his
hard penis once more.

I could
feel the buildup of my orgasm, which had slowed when he stilled in me before,
after bringing me to the brink with his fingers previously.
 
I was building up... the exquisiteness was
beginning to overwhelm me... I was going to lose control... and then, oh
shit!
 
He stopped moving and carried me
over to the table... I tried to protest, but he silenced me.
 
Removing himself, he plonked me on the table,
and stood back from me.
 
He was torturing
me.

I moaned
his name... I was fractured and desiring his presence promptly.

“Summer...
I’m not leaving you hanging... I just need to stop for a minute or it’s going
to be over before I want it to be.” he growled.

He
proceeded to undress.

Oh, Jeezus!

He was
magnificent.
 
What had I denied myself
all these years?

His cock
was indeed an impressive sight, erect, it was wet from our contact, a contact I
wanted to continue.
 
His legs were no
longer the skinny sight that for years had presented at the beach, extending
out from his board shorts when we were freshmen.
 
His hips were slim, and incredibly
toned.
 
His shoulders were broad... his
arms toned and muscled, his chest strong, slim but well muscled all the
same.
 
And his stomach... shit!
 
His workout with me thus far had proved to
display every bump and definition to perfection.
 
A perfect six pack, with a well defined ‘V’
extending down to his package, was now on display for my viewing pleasure.

I had to
inwardly pinch myself... and I had no-one to brag about this to.
 
My closest and most likely my only friend
left, other than my sister, who I would refuse to share such knowledge with,
was Blake’s sister Julie... and I knew she’d vomit if I ever went there with
her, I mean... No!

Blake
stepped forward, across the small distance between us.

“Like?” he asked, obviously referring to himself.

Biting my
lip I nodded my agreement.

“Shall we
remove some of your clothing too?” he asked, as he tugged at the hem of my
skirt.

I nodded.

“Aren’t you
going to ask me to remove your clothes for you?
 
If that’s what you want!?” he said.

Fuck Blake... I’m self combusting here... I’m
on fire... so either burn me up or douse me... ahhh... no, don’t douse me!
 
More fire!
I inwardly pleaded.

“Blake, I’m
burning up here... get these fucking clothes off me!
 
They’re stifling!” I growled.

He smiled
seductively before wrenching the dress up my body and over my head... throwing
it somewhere to the west.
 
He leant
forward, and hooking his left arm around my back, he undid my bra and pulled it
forward and off of my breasts and arms.

He pushed
me back down on the table, so my back touched the wood surface, and my breasts
pointed to the stars.
 
My legs were
hanging over the edge, but obviously my butt wasn’t close enough to the
edge.
 
Positioning himself in-between my
legs, he grabbed my thighs, just above my knees and roughly slid me towards him
till my pussy bumped up against his balls.

My panties
were still between us, since they’d pulled back across.

He looked
down at me and leant over me, placing his elbows in a locked position, his
hands either side of my chest as it rose and fell in anticipation and expectant
arousal.

“Beautiful.”
He said, “You’re beautiful
Summer
.”
 
He repeated.

“
Your
fucking hot!” I lamented.
 
He was going to be my complete and utter
ruin!

He beamed
his biggest smile, which made his face light up.
 
His sandy blond hair was still a little on
the longer side, brushing into his eyes as he bent forward, and his indigo blue
eyes smoldered in their aroused state.
 
The silver glint in his right eyebrow added to his gorgeousness.
 
His lips were generous, but not overly plump.
His skin was still smooth and perfect... the biggest changes over the last year
had been his piercings.

My
observations had taken seconds, by which time; he’d moved his gaze down to my
panties.

“They’ve
gotta go!” he said, shaking his head negatively.
 
“But, since they’re very pretty and match
your bra, I won’t rip them off.” He stated, as he began tugging them down from
my hips, out from under my butt and down my legs.

Moving back
into the space between my legs, I could now feel his skin against the apex of
my thighs.

“Fuck!”
Blake said, looking directly down at my pussy, pressing up against him.

“You’re so
sexy
Summer
!
 
I’ve never seen anything so perfect!” He groaned.

He leant
forward again, and hovering over me, looking directly into my eyes, he said, “I
love you
Summer
.
 
You’re mine... My muse... Nobody else’s!
 
No-one else gets to see this, unless they’re your doctor or beauty
therapist... and then they better
be
a fucking woman!”
he growled.

It’s
probably before now that I should’ve explained that my tests from the
gynecologist came back normal... Blake’s blood tests did too.

I giggled
my pleasure.

Blake
lunged to my left breast, and began lathing his tongue across the nipple,
flicking and teasing it into an aroused peak.
 
He kept up the pleasure with the other nipple using his left hand...
teasing and encouraging both my nipples to form matching tight peaks.
 
The pleasure that radiated from them, poured
into my lower abdomen, encouraging the reddened coal that awaited there into a
burning inferno.
 
I could feel a pulsing
in my clitoris, and I began to plead with Blake once again.

Blake.

Insane!
 
I was going to end up like all those artists
of old, that went insane from continued observation of the extreme beauty of
their muses... and here she was, laid out on my dining table... good enough to
eat!

I began by consuming
her nipples... holding her generous breasts in my hands, administering her left
nipple with suckling from my mouth, and torturing her right nipple with my
index finger and thumb; her pale mocha colored nipples tightened into balls...
her areolas wrinkling in support of their nipple counterparts.
 
I swapped over.