A Taste of Summer

by Beverly Preston

  Pressing her body to his, her hips rolled, settling heavily against his groin as she clung to his shoulders for support. A hungry low groan hummed from her chest. Carrie Ann wiggled and squirmed, prompting his fingers to take action.

  Slipping his fingers beyond the frayed edges of her shorts, he gently sunk his teeth into her shoulder, murmuring, “Carrie Ann Lowell, you’re not wearing any panties.”

  “I’m on vacation.”

  Grappling to fit closer, she kicked out of her shoes, hooking her ankles at his spine. His lips traversed the slope of her neck, nibbling and kissing, nipping the lobe of her ear between his teeth. He shoved at her clothing, moving it aside, skating a fingertip over her slick center. Clasping tighter to his neck, she bucked and writhed, begging in a breathy voice, “Yes. Oh, yes. Touch me. Please, Summer.”

  “Hungry, Red? Hmm?” Summer’s voice lost to sounds of pleasure. His fingers claiming her center, circling, teasing, working her into a frantic, quivering hot mess. She was on fire.

  Gathering the mass of her dark hair, he tugged her head back, persuading a response. “Oh, fuck yes. Famished. Starving.”

  Whimpering, she devoured his mouth. Savoring the sweet minty taste of his kiss. He dipped a finger into the syrupy heat, drawing a long purr from behind their lips. Her knees clamped tighter, digging into his sides, moving, riding, propelling her higher. Her heart beat wildly. Carrie Ann locked her gaze on his warm amber eyes. He slid another finger inside, thrusting with purpose.

  “Cum for me, Red.” His raspy voice moved over her open lips in a demanding groan.

  She began to tip, rolling and arching her body. The immense pleasure vexingly good as he pumped steadily, with wicked precision. Her toes curled, muscles flexed as she shattered.

  He consumed her cries of pleasure with hungry kisses. Her chest heaved laboriously. Wrestling with his t-shirt, she yanked it over his head.

  Summer brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her sweetness. A smirk ticked the corner of his wide, firm mouth. “You’re getting a little easy with age.”

  “We’ll see who’s getting easier with age.” She touted, tossing his tee on a patch of tall grass. Un-hinging her legs from his hips, she stretched her toes to the ground. The soft straw-like meadow grass bent beneath her feet.

  She dropped to her knees, resting on his shirt.

  All humor fled his expression, both thumbs stroking over her cheeks. Carrie Ann eased forward, kissing the sensitive dip of his V. Dropping her forehead, she nuzzled against the scalding heat of stomach. The frantic rush inside her mind began to subside into a sweet, tender, cadence. Sentiments of longing and adoration stole over her in an intense level of affection she’d never been able to find with anyone else.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured, nudging and licking along the silky dark trail leading to heaven.

  Gently, she bit at the bulging ridge hidden behind a layer of denim. A guttural groan drifted through the air above her head. The tips of her chilly finger made haste working the button and zipper.

  He went perfectly still.

  A sultry grin pulled at her lips as her eyes traveled upward over the tense muscles of his abdomen. Summer stared down at her. The color of his eyes softening to a molten gold. His gaze fixed on her mouth.

  Freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans, Carrie Ann inhaled the clean, delicious scent. His humid flesh, silky and hard as iron, brushed across her cheek and chin. She caught a sideways glimpse of the puppy sitting on her haunches, watching her every move.

  Rising to her feet, she grabbed hold of Aspen, insisting, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

  “Fuck, I wouldn’t dream of it, Red.”

  She jogged to the cabin, placing the pup on the porch with strict instruction and a harsh warning. “Stay, girl.”

  “You sure you don’t want to go inside. I have a very nice bed.” Hunger fixed in his voice.

  Sauntering back to the patch of grass, she wrapped her arms around him. “No,” she hissed beneath their lips, delivering a long, lewd, luscious kiss before dropping to her knees. Her fingers spanned the slope of his hips before curling inside the waistband of his pants, slowly pushing them over his hips and past his thighs.

  “I’m not going to be able to hang onto this, Red,” he warned, already riding the ridge of climax.

  His fingers tangled in her mane, firmly clasping her head. She skimmed her parted lips over his engorged head. Her head dropped back, their gazes colliding. Playfully, she took the ridge between her teeth before opening her mouth fully, massaging her tongue to the underside of the rigid column.

  A hard swallow rolled down his throat.

  Compulsorily, he thrust twice into the heat of her mouth, growling with pleasure, before pulling himself free from the suction of her mouth. His flesh glistened in the sunshine.

  “It’s okay. I want to taste you, Summer. I have no doubts you’ll take care of me when I’m done.”

  A small frown notched between his brows indicted a momentary struggle with the idea of putting himself first. Carrie Ann offered a little encouragement, taking him into her mouth again. His legs shifted, parting slightly. The strain of muscles evident under the pressure of her fingers grasping at his thighs.

  Carrie Ann unbuttoned her shirt, tossing it aside without removing her mouth from his cock. She tucked her hands behind her back, but he brushed them aside, leaning over to unclasp her bra, slipping it from her shoulders. Sunshine warmed her back, yet her breasts ached, tightening and contracting to the cool air.

  An overwhelming feeling of complete abandon rocked her to the core of her existence. She wanted to please him. She wanted to blow his mind. Carrie Ann purred, “The other day…what was it that you said? How do you want to fuck me? Hmm?”

  The double question luring him in. Summer’s thumb caught on her lower lip, sensually sliding the pad over the lush wetness, opening her mouth. “Inside, outside, upside down and fucking sideways.”

  She spoke against his skin, licking the underside of his cock. He was a magnificent sight. “What about here?”

  His jaw flexed and one brow lifted in astonishment. He tangled his hands roughly in her hair. “I’ve dreamed of fucking the sweet mouth of yours for ten years, Red. Every time I close my eyes, it’s always your face I see.”

  Licking her lips, she closed around him, sucking as she took him deep. Once, twice, three times.

  “Is this how I look when you think of me?” It was the most brazen thing she’d ever said in her life. The energy running inside her seemed raw and wild. The scene playing out vividly before her very eyes felt very empowering.

  Summer’s head tilted to the side, his eyes darkened to the color of whiskey. “When did you start talking like this?”

  “Since right now.” Taking him into her mouth, she opened her throat, working the entire length of him. He held her head firmly, only guiding, cogently aware of his strength and size. The scent of him, the taste, the connection…all of it making her drunk with pleasure.

  “Good answer.” The words came in rough, strained pants.

  Loosening his restraint on her head, his fingers tousled and twisted at her long hair, piling it atop her head to take in the view. His hips jutted forward, again and again, moving in sync with her rhythm. A coarse groan climbed higher, resounding in his chest.

  “Red. Carrie Ann, oh fuck yessssss.” His frame stiffened. He threw his head back, shuddering a scrumptious release.

  It was hot and sweet and absolutely glorious.

  After a moment, a smile tipped the corner of his mouth, sweeping his hands over her, enjoying as much of her as he could reach. “I guess we can check ‘outside’ off the list…almost.”

  Yanking his jeans over his hips, he offered a hand, assisting her to her feet. He dropped to his haunches. Summer pulled her close, tongue wandering from breast to breast, as he undid her shorts. Her palms moved languidly over his arms and shoulders, marveling at the power.

  “I t
hink I’m a fan of outside. We might have to check it off the list a few times.” Her face flushed and they both smiled.

  Summer spun her around. The tickle of his teeth at the center of her back made her giggle. He placed an endless trail of sweet kisses down her spine, inching her shorts over her full hips, and dropping them to the ground. Standing fully naked in broad daylight, she’d never felt more alive.

  Taking several delectable nibbles of her ass, he slipped the house keys into her hand. “Red…” His moist breath caused every hair on her body to stand at a fine point. “I’m going to go get your suitcase and gather a few of my things from the plane. By the time I get inside I want you lying on my bed. I plan on making love to you till you can’t see straight.”

  “Okay.”

  “Will you take my shirt with you?”

  “Sure,” she agreed breathily, bending to pick up his shirt.

  Trap set.

  She found herself ensnared in the firm grip of his hands on her hips. Summer prompted her to bend further. And she did so, gladly. Legs spread at hips width, she was completely exposed to the direct sunlight.

  A long sigh, saturated with the sounds of sheer awe, coasted over her bottom. “So beautiful,” he murmured, plunging his tongue between the apex of her thighs.

  Hot shots of pleasure rendered her motionless. She surrendered to the marauding, deep and sure. His mouth, all encompassing, fully indulged in her essence. Pressure surged. Carrie Ann dropped her hands to the ground, clasping the tall blades of yellow grass. His mouth glided along the slick of her smooth skin, skillfully drawing her in, plunging and sucking in a precise rhythm. Her hips began to move, involuntarily rocking back and forth with the wicked caress of his tongue.

  Reaching beneath her, his talented fingers targeted her throbbing center with infinite accuracy, meticulously skating and circling the damp delicate nub.

  Long voluptuous contractions rippled through her core, gathering force with each lazy turn. Her legs shifted and quaked as her climax started to take hold. She cried out, “Summer.”

  “Let go, Red.”

  Even in her frenzied state, she recognized the sanctimonious victory lingering in his voice. Her body responded to his instructions on cue, joyously coming undone. He languorously lapped up every last twitch, praising the sweet taste of her between licks.

  In one smooth move, he scooped her into his arms, saving her from collapsing.

  “Keys?”

  “Shorts,” she panted.

  Bending strategically, without losing his hold, he grabbed her cut-offs, swiftly making for the cabin. He nuzzled and kissed her neck. The scruff on his face, damp from her pleasure. Carrie Ann slumped like a rag doll, one arm slung over his shoulder, shudders of release still claiming her core as they clumsily made it over the threshold. Aspen greeted them with a bark, darting circles around his feet.

  Setting her toes to the floor, he cupped the side of her flush face in his palm. She gripped his hips, pressing her naked body against the length of his body. His hard-on jutted from the open fly of his jeans. “That was…beautiful, Carrie Ann.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “There are few things I need from my bag.” He pushed his forehead to hers, consuming her attention. “And where are you going to be when I walk through that damn door?”

  “Naked in your bed.”

  Happiness radiated from the apples of her cheeks seeing Summer bolt off the porch, Aspen on his heels. Entering his room, she opened the blinds and tossed back the fluffy comforter. The white linens sparked a distinct vision of him pleasuring himself. Her eyes fluttered shut, relishing the memory.

  Carrie Ann propped a knee on a chair beside the window. Leaning over the winged back, she rested her elbows on the windowsill. The grin lingering on her lips heightened into laughter watching him haul ass down the runway. The man was absolutely gorgeous, sprinting, shirtless and pants haphazardly falling from his hips. The scenic Montana sky and snowcapped mountains acting as a background to his lean, rugged loveliness.

  A burning sensation gathered behind her eyes as the pounding of her heart decelerated to an easy, blissful rhythm. Sex had never been the same with any of the other men she’d dated. She’d never been able to be as vulnerable. Summer brought a sense of self-discovery, never judging or pushing, just allowing her to explore her own limits. He projected a calm dose of confidence, capturing her spirit in the rawest of forms.

  “God, I’ve missed him.”

  Passing by a mirror, she inspected her face for smudges and tussled her hair so it poured perfectly over her breasts. Moving to his bed, she sprawled out facedown and side-to-side. Sunbeams pushing through the window, pre-warmed the luxurious sheets beneath her tummy. Elbows bent, she propped her chin on her entwined fingers. Her feet crossed at the ankles, toes pointed toward the ceiling, happily swaying back and forth in midair, anxiously waiting to see him in the doorway.

  Summer’s burning gaze landed on her from the hallway painting a sexy smile on his lips as he walked into the room. Letting go of his luggage, he sauntered straight for her. His stare never faltered. Carrie Ann’s hand drifted forward. Their fingertips met, gently stroking and brushing. The energy arcing between the slight connections was momentous.

  “I’ve craved this moment since the last time I saw you lying in my bed.” The hushed rasp clung to the edges of his silky tone. The severe blush on his cheeks revealed deep, raw sentiments. Summer tugged on her fingers encouraging her to her knees. She complied, scooting to the edge of his bed, pressing her hip bones against his stomach. “I have craved you in the simplest ways.”

  Their hands connected, palm to palm, between their chests.

  In a whisper of movement, he brushed kisses to her eyes, nose and cheeks.

  He pressed his forehead to hers, gently nuzzling.

  Their mouths parted, breath mingling as one.

  The vibrations passing between them were simply a beautiful, harmonic phenomenon.

  “Your lips…that little sound you make right before you cum.” Tremors built between them. Easing his face away from hers, he stared into her soul. “But waking up next you is like a dream…a level of Heaven I don’t ever want to be without again. I can’t decide which I’m more excited about, burying myself inside of you or seeing your sleepy face on my pillow in the morning.”

  “Why don’t you let me know tomorrow after we climb out of bed?”

  Her arms went around him. She delved into the waistband of his jeans, capturing his firm ass before pushing his jeans to his hips and below. Taking him into her hand, stroking from base to tip, drew a low growl.

  The hush of his groan, sensual and erotic, slid along her senses.

  Summer grabbed her wrist roughly, bringing it to his mouth. The scorching heat of his kiss ignited a slow burn over the pale flesh. “C’mere. You need to pick which one of these you want me to use.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He hoisted her off the bed, guiding her to the luggage he’d left stranded at the doorway. Summer tossed it on top of the chair near the window. Her brows bent, distress crinkled across her forehead, as he pulled on the zipper. Summer flipped open the suitcase revealing seven boxes of condoms.

  A tremor of a chuckle shook her upper body. “Come prepared, did you?”

  “Not me. You picked these out.”

  “I made you buy condoms?” Carrie Ann was on the pill and they’d never used protection. Not once. But after they broke things off, after that day, she’d refused to have sex without one ever again. Old wounds, haunting and hurtful, fired off a small spark in her gut. He lifted the back of her hand to his lips, squashing the trigger of fear. “What else did I say?”

  “You refused to fuck me, your words…not mine, enforcing the Safety First policy. I waited in the car while you ran into the store…in your gown! My ego quadrupled in size when you came back with seven boxes.”

  “Quadrupled? I don’t know how you managed to still fit in the car?” she teased. Her
nerves settling. “Please tell me it wasn’t the pharmacy by my house?”

  “It was.” Laughter simmered in his throat. Wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, he nudged the hard length of him into the small of her back. “I asked you if the clerk said anything and you said no, stating that you had dumped the boxes on the counter telling the clerk, ‘The devil’s in the details.’.”

  “Shit.”

  “You also boasted that we were going to use every single one of them.” His lips traced the shell of her ear. “Where would you like to start?”

  She sketched a finger over the boxes. Each one displayed the words, XL, Lubricated, and their own unique stamp of approval. Carrie Ann struggled briefly with the notion of covering him up. Part of her wanted to disregard her qualms. A long moment passed. Her finger dawdled from package to package. Her hesitancy was a clear indication of indecision.

  His hands began to roam over her body with intention. “I’d prefer not to use them, but you insisted. If you want the truth, Carrie Ann, I’ve never been able to trust anyone since you. I’ve always used condoms. But I hate the idea of having anything between us.”

  Anything between us. Guilt festered and gnawed, robbing her of a response.

  Sensing her distraction, he picked up the black and gold box, stating, “Let’s table the subject for now. Maybe we can revisit in a day or two. Or an hour or two.”

  Choking back nerves, she sighed heavily, marshaling a smile. “Okay.”

  Summer coasted a hand down the length of her arm, lacing their fingers. Clumsily, she spun to face him, searching out the hard planes of his chest. He brought his mouth to hers, intimately savoring each far corner, licking deeper, pacing the moment. An ache, deep and low, spurred her on. Her fingers keyed up the sides of his neck, fitting around his skull, holding him to her mouth. Their tongues twisted in a delicate, sensual, dance, searching nuances of their past while acutely aware of their future.