Till Summer Do Us Part(111)

“And while we made out, I would play with your nipples like this. Just enough to turn you on even more but not so much that it takes away from the sensation you’re feeling down below.”

Her teeth pull over her bottom lip.

“And when I saw that your orgasm was starting to climb, I would turn my cock ring back on, and I would ask you to pump me. To let me fuck your hand. I would be so goddamn desperate for it that I would barely be able to hold back as your fingers wrapped around my girth. And as we climbed together, you getting all the goddamn pleasure you deserved while you were helping me come, I would stare into your beautiful goddamn eyes and think how lucky I am, how infatuated I am, how much I would want this moment to last forever. And when I’m on the verge, ready to come, you arching your back as your orgasm took over, rocketing through your body and making you clench around your dildo, I would lift my dick to your mouth, beg you to swallow me, and then bust all over your lips and tongue.” I finish with pinching her nipple just enough to make her moan, then I remove my hand and say, “Does that seem scary?”

She wets her lips, and then in the sweetest fucking voice I’ve ever heard, she says, “With you…no.”





The lights go out in the dining hall when Finky and his wife are the last to retreat to their cabin. We’re the only ones left out in the open, and it’s what I’ve been waiting for ever since Sanders showed us our spot out here in the trees.

“What kind of wine is that?” Scottie asks as she sucks down the last drop from her glass. “I think there is something special in there. I’m buzzing.”

Laughing, I nod. “I know. Me too.” I smirk at her and then tug on her arm. “I like you.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I like you.”

“Babe,” I grow serious. “I like…you.”

“Wilder…how many times do I have to tell you this: I like you!”

“How about we both agree that we like each other?”

“Yeah, I can get on board with that. Because I think you’re great.”

“And I think you’re great.”

Her fingers drag over my chest. “And I think you’re sexy.” She leans in and whispers, “The first night we slept in the same bed, I thought about you possibly touching me.” Then she brings her finger to her lips and shooshes me.

Fucking adorable.

“The first night we slept together, I had a dream about you,” I admit.

She clamps her hand over her mouth. “Was it a sex dream?”

“I don’t think so. But a few nights later, I definitely had a sex dream about you. It was after you wore your bathing suit. Your ass is so fine.”

“Your ass is fine.” She pushes at my chest.

“No, babe, your ass is fine. The finest of all asses to ever ass.”

“Is that a thing?”

I nod. “It’s a thing. An award that is only handed out to the best ass to ever walk, and, Pips, that’s your ass.” I blow out a heavy breath and then pout. “But I’m sad.”

“Oh no, why?” She cups my cheek.

“Because I want to see your ass again, and it’s all covered up.”

“Gosh, that is sad.”

“I wish that it wasn’t covered up.”

“For your sake, I wish it wasn’t as well.”

“Well then, maybe…maybe you can take your shorts off.”

She glances down at her shorts and then back at me. “Want me to take them off and bend over in front of you?”

“Please.”

She nods. “I mean, I can’t have you sad.” She shimmies out of her shorts and then stands from the blanket, only to back up in front of me and bend over, where she touches her toes.

“Christ,” I mutter as I run my hands up her hamstrings and straight to her ass, pushing the bikini briefs to her center and gripping her ass tightly.

“Oh God,” she moans and then stands. Staring down at me, she asks, “What about my boobs? Do you miss those too?”

“So much I might start crying.”

“Please don’t cry,” she says as she reaches into her white shirt and undoes her bra. She tosses it to the side but leaves her shirt on.

“That’s not good enough.”

“I’m not done.”

Then to my surprise, she walks to the lake, steps into the water, and dips herself all the way down until the water reaches her neck. When she stands back up, the water weighs down her shirt, making it see-through as the fabric clings to her body.

Mother of God.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper as I stare at her perfectly hard nipples poking through the fabric.

She straddles my lap and pushes me onto my back. My hands fall to her thighs as she starts to slowly undulate on top of me.

“Christ, Pips,” I say while my hands run up her wet torso, my mouth desperate to touch her, to feel her, to suck on her.

Her hands move to her breasts, and she starts squeezing them while on top of me, giving me one hell of a show. I grow stiff underneath her, letting her take the reins, enjoying this newfound freedom she’s gained.

“Matt never let me dry hump him.”

“He’s a fucking moron,” I say as she leans her hands against my chest now, anchoring herself.