Page 604 of Summer Heat
“Damn it, Summer.” Flush against me, filling me to the hilt, his arms are locked with tension as he stares down at me, his eyes a combination of concern and undiluted lust.
“Harder, Jason. Please. It’s…” I can’t put into words what it is I need. And I feel my pussy starting to pulse in frustration around his thick shaft.
A low, heartfelt groan rumbles out of him.
“I can’t hold back anymore.” His forehead drops against mine as he mutters thickly, “I need to come.”
“Come inside me,” I whisper and I feel him tense.
That’s when he starts fucking me.
His hands find mine and pin them beside my head. “Tight. Perfect. Pussy,” he growls between thrusts, driving into me harder, deeper, his strokes growing less and less controlled with each passing second. “Come for me. Now, baby. So I can feel you coming while I fill you up with my cum.”
That’s all it takes to make me explode.
My pussy spasms around him, and his mouth fuses over mine almost ruthlessly as he plunges into me one last time.
I feel a flood of warmth as he spills his cum inside me, his mouth buried against my throat, licking, sucking between murmured words I’m too far gone to understand.
I’m not sure how long I float around in my head after my orgasm melts away, but it’s a nice place to be. Peaceful.
I feel Jason snuggle me in closer, but one look at his face tells me he’s out, fully asleep and doing it out of pure instinct.
It occurs to me then that after all this time over the past few months, I’ve actually never seen him asleep until now.
It’s…soothing.
I curl in bed against him. And for the first time in a really long time, my brain just feels calm. Content.
And I drift off to sleep in his arms.
18
| JASON |
WEDNESDAY
(Time: My sexy little insomniac’s witching hour.)
I’m slowly waking up, and even without opening my eyes, I know it’s still dark out.
The fact that I’m getting woken up at this ungodly hour must mean it’s around three a.m. Over the past few months, I’ve noticed that three a.m. is when Summer’s insomnia hits the most.
It’s now my new favorite time of day.
“I can’t sleep,” she whispers.
“I see.” I don’t mean that literally seeing as how I still have my eyes closed.
Part of me is worried this is all a sexy dream with Summer straddling my legs in bed with me as she gives me the best handjob I’ve ever gotten. “So, you’re rubbing my cock to help you go back to sleep? Because I am totally on board with this newfangled sleep therapy method you’re trying.”
She laughs softly. “That’s very big of you.”
“Now you’re just making me blush,” I tease. “I wouldn’t say it’s ‘very’ big.”
She squeezes my shaft. “I have a slightly achy pussy that would argue otherwise.”
Hell. I love it when she talks dirty in that shy voice of hers.
