by S. E. Law
I tickle her stomach with the tips of my fingers, grabbing the hem of the filmy material. Slowly, I pull the fabric over the top of her head and toss it on the floor.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly. “Now my jeans?”
She makes no move to put on her tank top. I unbutton her jeans and make a show of pulling down the zipper. Oh shit, she’s so steamy down here already, like a sweet furnace ready to bloom. I slide the denim down her long, sexy legs and they join the shirt on the floor.
“Summer,” I murmur, brushing her hair off her bare shoulder. “I’m not helping you put your pajamas on.”
“No?” she asks playfully while licking her lips.
“Nope,” I say. “But I am going to take my clothes off.”
She lets out a breath. Her eyes rake over my body, checking me out the way I’ve been checking her out. Clearly, my pole is enlarged and her eyes widen, but then she licks her lips again hungrily. “Okay.”
Her confirmation is all I need. With swift motions, I take off my shirt and pants and dispose of them on the hard wood floor.
The dragon comes alive inside me. Both of us are practically naked, and I grab Summer’s hips and push her back on the bed so her head is resting on her pillow. I kiss her collarbone, then the valley between her enormous breasts. They’re creamy and huge, barely contained by her lacey bra.
“So beautiful, sweetheart.”
She arches her back, giving me full access to her chest. “Please, Ridge.”
My hands find their way behind her back to unclip the bra. Finally, I’m face to face with the breasts that have plagued my dreams for weeks. They’re as amazing as I expected, with lush swells and hard pink nipples pointing to the ceiling. But instead of kissing her nips like I want, I make my way to her lips. How have I only tasted them in passing? That must be rectified immediately.
I capture her mouth with mine, sucking her tongue between my lips. She wraps her arms around my neck to pull me closer, and I hold myself above her body with one arm, the other tangled in her hair.
Her kiss is intoxicating, and I want more. I want it all. I push against her curvaceous form, my boxer-clad cock rubbing against her panty-clad pussy. Oh fuck, she’s moist already and we both moan into the kiss, making it deeper.
I pull away, just for a second, to move to her jaw and then her neck. Meanwhile, Summer pants beneath me. She runs her fingers over my back, tracing over the defined muscles and moans deliriously. Her nails leave marks as she digs in.
“More,” she begs. I’m happy to comply. My hands reach for her panties and pull them down, looking appreciatively at the wet circle at the crotch. Fuck, she’s so aromatic and fragrant, and a line of pussy goo connects her twat to the cotton cloth. Slowly, I break the string with my finger and raise it to my lips.
“I love your honey, sweetheart.”
Her eyes grow wide when she sees what I’m doing, but she doesn’t speak. Smiling, I kiss Summer’s lips again, then work my way down, spending extra time on her breasts. I kiss the left nipple before circling the hard nub with my tongue, sucking and biting gently.
“Mmmm,” she moans. Once again, she arches her breasts towards me and I tease her a bit with a kiss in that deep valley before moving onto her right tit. Frankly, I could spend all night playing with her ample chest, but I have somewhere better to be.
I push her legs apart carefully, not wanting to hurt the muscles we’ve been working hard to strengthen. Summer has some sensation in her legs now, and I don’t want to push her too hard when we’re not in the therapy room. At least not there, when another area deserves the stimulation.
With avid eyes, I look at her steamy pussy. It’s open, wet and so pink, dying for my touch.
“Yes, Ridge,” she pants. “Touch me there.”
I grin.
“Happy to be of service.”
Slowly, I run my finger along her slit. She’s soaking wet for me already, ready to play, and moans and writhes beneath my touch. Without hesitation, I dip one finger into her waiting hole and it slips in, right where it belongs.
“Fuck baby,” I groan. “You’re so tight.”
She writhes against me, mewling and wriggling like a cat in heat. Good. I lower my lips to her pussy, kissing her aching pink twat, while easing a second and then a third finger into her slick pink folds.
Summer cries out. “Oh, God, yes!”
I suck on her clit, circling the sensitive bud with my tongue, as my fingers pump in and out of her pussy with a wet sucking sound.
“More, Ridge,” she begs.
“Are you serious?” I rasp, looking down. Her pussy is so tiny and yet I’ve already got it crammed full with three of my fingers.
“I’m sure,” she pants, looking down as well. We both stare as I obey, adding a fourth finger, and her head drops back with the sensation. Fuck. I quicken the pace, driving her mad.
“I’m close,” she pants.
I grin, my smile probably a rictus on my face.
“Good, sweetheart,” I growl. “Fuck, you’re so talented at this. I think I could teach your pussy to take a fisting soon enough. Would you like that?”
The dirty words send her over the edge and her body jerks as her pussy clamps down on my hand.
“Riiiidge!” she screams as convulsions shake that curvy body.
I suck even harder on her clit.
“Come for me baby,” I rasp. “Just roll with it.”
She spasms again and again, her cunt practically cracking my fingers in half, but I love it. I keep them buried all the way up in her twat, tickling her insides as darts of ecstasy pulse through her wetness.
Finally, she recedes somewhat and lays back, panting. Her eyes open and she looks at me, slightly dazed.
“Oh my god, you’re so good at that.”
I carefully pull my hand out with a deep sucking sound, leaving her breathless, and then pull off my boxers and lay beside her. We share a deep, passionate kiss as my cock rubs insistently against her belly.
“I’m better with something else,” is my growl.
Summer giggles. “I’m going to need you to prove that, because I don’t know how anything can be better than what you just did to me. A fist in my pussy? Really? Do you think I could do it?”
I growl.
“I know you can do it sweetheart. I think I could even get my entire hand into your ass one day, if you want to try.”
Her eyes grow wide.
“No way,” she whispers.
“Yes way,” I retort, but then I get back to the matter at hand. “Let’s save the doctor/patient examination for another time,” I tease. “I’m just Ridge tonight. Or God, if that’s the name you prefer.”
She lies back, spreading those sweet thighs like a good little girl.
“Shut up and fill me with your cock.”
I grin. “As you wish, my dear.” I line myself up with her opening and ease myself inside. “You’re so tight, Summer,” I groan. “Like a glove.”
She shivers. “Mmm, and you’re so deep. Move.”
I pull out and thrust back in quickly, starting up a steady rhythm.
“Oh, God, Ridge. Yes, fuck me just like that.”
I kiss her lips, sweat building on my forehead. Her pussy is sucking me in, and it’s like we were made for each other. I pull back a bit and see how her nether lips drag along my cock each time I retreat, as if begging me to go back in. Fuck, she’s built for me.
I continue to thrust as we kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance, and she drags her nails along my back once again. Good thing I wear a shirt for my job because I’d hate to have to explain the marks to coworkers.
“Ridge,” she cries out. I slip a hand between us, rubbing her clit. “Oh, God, Oh, God.”
“Let go, baby. Cum on my cock.”
My words send her over the edge, because her pussy tightens for the second time tonight. I pound her right through it, enjoying the feel of her pulsating walls as she spasms hard, a thick wave of wetness engulfing my rod.
“Fuck!” she cries. “Yes, own my pussy Ridge!”
It doesn’t take me long to careen over the edge as she moans her ecstasy beneath me. I thrust once more, as deep as I can go, and find my release, spurting virile jets of cum deep into her fertile fields.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I roar, exploding like firehose. “Shit!”
Finally, we spiral down to Earth, breathing hard. I collapse on top of her, her lush curves the perfect complement to my heavy form.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs lazily. “You’re amazing.”
I push a lock of damp hair off her forehead. “So are you.”
I kiss her temple, then dip down to press my lips to hers. Of course, the kiss deepens stoking the fire once more.
“I hope you’re ready for round two,” I say, rolling on top of her again.
She smiles. “I was just thinking it was your turn for some special attention.”
My cock stiffens at the thought of that slick mouth tracing my veins, but I hold back. “There’s plenty of time for that,” are my words. “But I want a different hole this time.”
Her eyes go wide but then her expression goes hungry.
“It’s yours,” she breathes. “Whatever you like, Ridge. You know all my holes belong to you whenever you want.”
We make love again, hot and dirty just the way I like it. She gives me her ass, and I pump that back door like a crazed man. Yet Summer takes it like a champ. She moans and squeals, but manages to take all ten inches of me in her bottom like a true professional, again and again.
By two in the morning, we’re both exhausted, but deliriously happy. I came inside her creamy body multiple times, and she had so many orgasms I lost count. Despite not being able to use her legs, Summer got creative with different positions, and we did things so filthy that she’s got my sperm seeping from all her orifices now.
“I should go home,” I rumble. “I have to be up early.”
She nods, half asleep. “I’ll miss you.”
I laugh lightly and kiss her cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning for PT, but just a warning: despite what we’ve done, it’ll be hard to keep my hands off you.”
She smiles sleepily.
“S’okay.”
I grin down at that curvy female form. Somehow, I’ll have to learn some restraint, but how? Summer’s got me wrapped around her fingertips, and it’s exactly what I want.
20
Ridge
“Hear me out,” Summer says, dipping a fry into her milkshake. “Our friends would love each other, don’t you think? We should introduce them to each other.”
A little over a week has passed since our first date. Summer and I have been out together every night since then, and we’ve spent every night in her bed too. My condo is a little difficult for her to maneuver in her wheelchair, but we made it work the one time we were there. But since my bedroom is on the second floor, we usually use her place. She has a comfortable queen size mattress anyways, so I’m okay with it. More than okay with it. I don’t care where we are, as long as I get to be with my girl.
Bur right now, my girl has been trying to convince me that a group date with our friends is a good idea. We’re lying in bed on Saturday morning, just waking up after a late night of healthy exercise. And by exercise, I mean plenty of sex.
“My friends are gross dudes,” I say. “You really want Annabel, Dee, and Liz around them?”
She smiles wryly.
“Yeah, they can handle it.”
“No, sweetheart. It’s a terrible idea.”
She slaps my chest. “It isn’t! Besides, the girls love you, so they’ll love your friends, too.”
I highly doubt that. My friends are great as far as friends go, but they’re not the kind of people that normal, mature girls hang out with.
Summer gives me her best puppy dog pout. “Please? We could all go to that place you like tonight. You know, the one with all the pool tables.”
I make a funny face. “Why don’t we just go to the cat café?”
She laughs. “You’re not getting out of this. I’ll call the guys myself if I have to.”
After all, Summer’s already met a couple of my friends. They find her adorable and I wanted to kill all of them for checking her out, especially Leo for practically falling over himself when she showed up, curvy and hot.
But my girl sits up, forcing me to look at her. “Please,” Summer begs. “It’ll be fun, I swear!”
Her pouty lips and wide eyes draw me in. I can’t say no to her when she looks like that. She figured this out quickly, and has used it against me ever since.
“Fine,” I harrumph. “I’ll call the guys, but I don’t know if they’ll be free.”
She cheers.
“Yay! I’ll tell the girls we’re on.”
I chuckle. “They already know. Don’t pretend they don’t.”
She blushes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I playfully toss a pillow at her. “Whatever. I need to shower.”
“Shower later,” she says, pulling my lips down to hers, and pretty soon, I’ve got my cock in her pussy as she moans deliriously. Yep, I’ll be showering later, once I’m thoroughly drenched in her fluids.
We spend most of the day in bed, until it’s evening and time to meet our friends at the pool hall. We’re both in jeans and simple shirts, but Summer looks damn tasty.
“Are you ready?” I tease. It’s the first time I’ve put on clothes in nearly twenty-four hours. She smiles right back, not even embarrassed.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
Summer is a pro at getting into my car at this point. She’s made a lot of progress with her legs this week, and can now kick both limbs. Although it seems like a long ways away, we’re working on getting her strong enough to stand. After so long in a chair, she needs to slowly relearn how to do almost everything, but I have no doubt she’ll be able to accomplish it. This woman is more determined than anyone I’ve ever met, and I respect her all the more for it.
On the way to the bar, I keep one hand on her knee. She sings along with the radio, and her voice is off-key, but it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Leo, Dee, and Annabel are already there when we arrive.
“Hey,” I say, shaking Leo’s hand. Dee and Annabel come over from their perch by the bar to hug Summer. “This is Dee and Annabel, Summer’s friends.”
Leo shakes their hands, noting the ring on Dee’s finger and the absence of one on Annabel’s. He gives me a look, but he doesn’t care. The guy’s practically already slavering, and I know he’s going to put the moves on Annabel no matter what.
I look at Summer, seeing if she’s trying to put the stops on this, but her eyes are bright. Does she think this is a good idea? Hell, she doesn’t know Leo the way I do.
Then again, she’s the one who really wanted our friends to meet so maybe this was her plan all along.
We move over to the pool tables and get a couple games going. I haven’t played this much pool ever in my life, and I’ve become damn good, if I say so myself. Well, maybe not that good but at least I’m better than Leo, who’s hopeless at this shit.
“I’ve never played pool before,” Annabel says shyly. “I think I’ll sit out.”
Summer is quick to tell her no. “You have to play! You can be on Ridge’s team. He’ll teach you.”
“No, I’ll teach you,” Leo chimes in. “It’s not hard.”
I laugh. “I’ll teach her, man. You suck.”
He gives me a dirty look, but I shoot him down. If he wants to impress this girl, then he can’t teach her his shitty pool techniques.
Summer’s chair is too short for her to reach, but she sits back to watch. I line up to break, showing Annabel the perfect way to hold the cue. She mimics me for her first shot and gets a ball in. It might be beginner’s luck, but the girl is definitely better than my friend already.
We play for a while, chatting amongst ourselves. Summer starts to look
bored though, so I call it after our second game. “Let’s find a table and get some food.”
Summer smiles happily. “Yes! Food is good.”
I find a large round table that will seat all of us, and take the spot next to Summer as Leo swoops in next to Annabel. Liz, Dee, Evan and Tommy are scattered around, chatting amiably. I don’t know why none of them invited their significant others to join. I asked Summer if she ever hangs out with Liz’s fiancé or Dee’s husband, but she just shrugged.
Which makes it even more suspicious that Summer wanted our groups to meet. I don’t know if setting up Annabel and Leo was her endgame, but she seems pleased with herself.
I lean over to whisper in her ear. “We’re going to talk about this later.”
She gives me a fake-innocent look. “What do you mean?”
I roll my eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Her glance towards Leo and Annabel betrays her. “They’re cute, you have to admit.”
I admit to nothing, and the waiter comes to take our orders. I’m addicted to their nachos, so I get two larges for the table. Everyone else orders an individual meal, so I guess we’re all starving tonight. That’s okay. Summer and I also put in orders for burgers and milkshakes, which has become our standard fare at every restaurant. We haven’t spoken about it explicitly, but I know we’re both keeping track. We’re taking note of which places have the best food as part of a most wanted list. When the burgers or milkshakes suck, they’re off the list and we won’t be back.
“So, Annabel,” Leo says while we wait for our food. Summer watches intently. “What do you do for work?”
“I’m in med school, and working as an assistant at a therapist’s office.”
“A fellow doctor!” he exclaims. “I’m a surgeon.”
Annabel shares a look with Summer. I don’t know her well enough to read what it means, but it doesn’t look bad. “Nice. Where did you go to med school?”
Leo claps me on the back. “UCLA, just like this guy. Actually, all four of us went to UCLA. How about you?”
“USC.”
“Good school.”
“So is UCLA.”