Always Summer (27 page)

“Blake...
please... you’re torturing me.” She pleaded.

“You’re
rather demanding aren’t you?!” I chuckled, vibrating her nipple in my mouth.

“Oh!” she
moaned out high pitched.
 
She began to
use my contact against her to her advantage, much like the first time we had
been together on Sally’s bed.
 
She arched
her hips up into me and began moving against my cock.

“Uh uh!”
I growled.
 
Placing my hands on her hips
and pushing down to stop her.

“Blake!
 
Fuck! Don’t leave me like this!”
 
She cried out.

Again I
chuckled.
 
I loved her begging me... I
loved being in charge.

Pushing
down on her hips, I changed breasts again, and suckled her left nipple briefly,
before I began to kiss down her stomach, making my way to her clitoris.

She was
moaning and whimpering before I even got there.
 
She knew what I was about to give her... and she was so turned on, I
doubted it would take long to push her over the edge.

My mouth
connected with her nub, and the taste of her was incredible.
 
Musky because of the activities we had
already engaged in.

“You taste
so good!” I murmured against her.

She brought
her hands down to the back of my head and touched my hair.
 
It felt nice, but I wanted her to watch me
instead.

Pulling up
slightly, I told her...

“Use your
elbows to lift yourself off the table... I want you to watch me eat your
pussy.”
 
I demanded.

“Blake?”
she asked, lifting herself up.

“Don’t
close your eyes... watch me!” I said, grinning at her as I hovered over her
waiting clit.

“Ugh!” she
moaned, as I returned to her clitoris.
 
I
looked at her to make sure she was watching.

I wanted to
slip a finger inside her, but I wanted to focus on her clit this time.

She kept
eye contact with me, sometimes half closing her eyes, and biting the heck out
of her bottom lip.
 
I hadn’t been down on
her long, but I wanted to touch her too... so much.

I reached
up to her nipples with both my hands and begun pulling and tugging at her
nipples.
 
She struggled almost instantly
with all the sensation.
 
She was failing
more and more to keep her eyes on me as her pleasure crashed over her, yet she
still would return to look at me.
 

My cock was
at risk of ejaculating, despite being nowhere near her or within any realm of
touching anything.
 
Those blue balls were
going to destroy me... but I had to get to the prize!

Summer was
struggling with her control, the immense pleasure my tongue and fingers were
giving her was rolling across her, I could feel it tremor across her stomach
and I could feel the growth in her clitoris, alongside a quivering tick behind
it.
 
She opened her mouth and began
building the moans up in her mouth, riding the pleasurable pain.
 
Her hips were moving in a rhythm against me,
despite my weight over her hips and thighs.
 
I removed my hands from her nipples, and lifted both her legs over my
shoulders, without my mouth severing contact, so she had greater movement, and
I could stay with her during her orgasm.
 
Her eyes remained on me, and the pleading in their depths were drowning
in her impending orgasm.

Her moans
climaxed toward a scream, and as she flung her head back and screamed my name,
loud enough for other residents of the building to hear, her thighs came in for
a crushing blow.
 
Yet I was just able to
keep them from tearing my head off; using all my strength to keep her thighs
apart, as I continued through her orgasm to suckle her clit.

“Blake!
 
Stop!
 
Please!
 
Fuck!
 
BLAKE!” she screamed, each word louder and
higher pitched than the last.

I finally
stopped, and managed to get my head out from her thighs, with all my earrings
intact.

She lay
there curled in on herself, quivering and moaning.
 
I collected her up and carried her to our
bed.

Laying her
down on the bed, I went and wiped my face on a towel in the ensuite quickly,
before returning to her, lying beside her and beginning to kiss her.
 
She stepped right up to the plate once
more... despite her quivering frame.

“I taste
myself on you.” She said against my lips.

I chuckled,
“Could have something to do with the fact that I just suckled you to an
orgasm.” I replied.

“Hmmm...
The taste of
Summer
.” She giggled seductively.

Oh God! She was my undoing... she made me
groan... loudly in desperate pain... what a sexy thing to say!

She was
still twitching, so I had to battle my way in between her legs.
 
Finally, though she lay below me... as I
hovered over her... on our bed... in our apartment... and she was mine!

I angled
the tip of my penis at her entrance.

“Fuck me
Blake... and don’t stop... please!” she asked me softly.

I
groaned... And then I slowly pushed inside her, as she put her legs up around
my lower back.
 
I placed my left hand
under her butt, and pulled her up into me; so that I was even deeper than
before... she moaned her appreciation.
 
I
just moaned in defeat... she was my murderer... this was death... it was bliss!

I began
moving in her.

She was
still twitching, so she instantly returned to her highly aroused and orgasmic
climb.
 
I worked my way in and out of
her, as tempered as I could, but I couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck!” I
shouted... picking up speed and beginning to pound into her, and pulling out as
fiercely.
 
She didn’t miss a beat.

“Fuck me
Blake... harder!”
 
Summer begged.
 
Her pussy was pulsing on me, building up to
another eruption.

“Fuck!” I
yelled... unsure, but trying my hardest not to come before she did.

“Harder
Blake... Fuck me!” Summer cried... she was almost climaxing now.

“Oh Fuck!”
I shouted out... still crashing into her, while holding her up.
 
She was meeting my thrusts perfectly by
angling her pelvis into my trajectory, allowing my cock maximum penetration.

“Blake...
Don’t. Stop! Don’t. Stop
!...
Aargh
!...
BLAKE!” she screamed as her orgasm milked me for all I was worth, igniting my
own cataclysmic orgasm.

“FUCK!
 
SUMMER!”
I yelled...
before moaning a tremendously loud and guttural groan, as I exploded inside
her... the pleasure shooting up my cock, to my pelvis and cluster bombing my
entire body.
 
My scalp was tingling in
its aftermath.
 
I probably wouldn’t be
able to walk for ages.

I didn’t want
to disconnect with her either, so I repositioned my exhausted arms, so I could
rest on my elbows over her, till she wanted me to move.
 
Every muscle was twitching, like they did
when I had first begun boot camp.

“Amazing!”
I said to her.

“I’m just
speechless!
 
How could I have ever
thought it could be less than
that!
” She said

“It’s never
been like that for me either.” I said.

She looked
at me through half closed eyes.
 
I
lowered my weak body to hers, and rolled us on our sides, unfortunately
breaking free as a result.

“Oh,” she
sighed.

“It’s
because it’s us... as we are together.
 
We’d never be this good with someone else.” I reasoned.

“I know!”
she said, reaching her face forward and kissing me lightly on the lips, before
her head fell back to the bed in exhaustion.

“I love
you,
Summer
.” I said smiling.

“I love you
too, Blake!” she replied, snuggling into my chest.

Summer.

I remained
in Blake’s arms for an hour or so, snoozing, before I nudged him so I could go
to the toilet.

Best part
about condoms... the resultant... um... stuff... is not a girl’s problem.
 
As much as the act was hot, and I had no
plans to change what we had started; I thought next time, I would trot off to
the toilet almost immediately after, and get rid of the evidence, before it
decided to... you know, leak out!

Blake
groggily muttered something about what the time was.

I looked up
at the clock beside the bed on top of
our beside
drawers, under the lamp.

“5:13.” I
answered, before pushing back from him and carefully getting off the bed, and
moving stealthily to the bathroom.
 
The
urgency had gone from a toilet stop to a shower... damn!

I started
the shower, and quickly scooped out a hair band from the top draw of the
vanity.
 
Stepping into the water, I quickly
bunched my hair on top of my head to keep it from the jet of water.
 
I peed in the shower to force any residual
stuff out of my vagina.

“Are you
peeing in the shower?” Blake asked, looming just outside the glass.

I hadn’t
seen him, since my eyes were closed.

“Blake!” I
squeaked, jumping.

He grinned
huge!
 
I didn’t have anything to say... I
was guilty as charged... my face was
blushing
all
shades of pink as my mortification registered.

He opened
the door and stepped into the stream of the shower.
 
There we were... naked in the shower.

“I’m
assuming you don’t want to rewash your hair.” He said, grabbing my body wash,
and squishing a decent amount onto his palm.
 

I shook my
head in the negative, and smiled shyly at him.
 
I had no idea why I was so shy... he’d been intimately introduced to my
nether regions... I was sure he was all good to wash me.

“Turn
around.” He requested... mashing his hands together and rubbing the body wash
between his palms.

He began to
knead my back muscles with his hands, cleaning my skin from the sweat we had
created.
 
It felt so good... God!
 
From now on, I was having showers with him,
whenever possible!
 
He massaged my
glutes, before reaching around through my legs and washing me between
them.
 
He took the opportunity to lean
into my ear.

“I’m still
annoyed with you.” He said softly.

“I’m
sorry.” I said somewhat breathlessly.
 
His hand washing my pussy was distracting to say the least.

I pulled
back, and turned myself around.

“Let’s
leave it be... nothing can be done about it anyway.” He said, grabbing the body
wash and squirting more on his palm.
 
He
lathered it again between his palms before reaching for my chest and cleaning
me thoroughly, paying particular attention to my breasts, in addition to moving
up under my arms.

“However...”
Blake suddenly uttered... “Don’t do anything stupid like that again... please!”
he requested, stressing the please.

“I won’t...
I promise!” I replied.
 
And it was
true... I had no intention to do anything of the sort.

Blake
nodded, and let out a sigh.

“What do
you want to use on your face?” he asked.

“A wash cloth.”
I answered.
 
He looked up at the
small square of still wet, fluffy material that was slung over the top of the
glass shower screen, and pulled it down, handing it to me.

As I rinsed
the washer, he grabbed his own body wash and squirted a decent amount on his
palm.

“Uh uh
uh
!”
I scolded.
 
“You don’t get to wash me if I don’t get to wash you!” I argued.

“Okay.” He
replied, grinning.

I quickly
finished scrubbing my face, since I’d already used face scrub today, and I
didn’t like to use it too often, otherwise my skin dried out.

Scooping
the body wash out of his palm, I indicated for him to turn around, before I
proceeded to give him the same treatment he’d delivered me.

Once I got
to in-between his legs, it was a little bit more difficult.
 
So I cleaned everything behind his balls
before getting him to turn around... he was already in hysterics laughing at
me.