Perfect Summer by Bethany Lopez
Mitch
Ifollowed her eagerly into my bedroom.
The way she was watching me seductively over her shoulder, her body perfectly molded by the sexy lingerie, was enough to have me moving almost at a jog.
Once we were in the room, I lit the candles I’d set out and moved to the foot of the bed, while she pulled back the covers and let her robe drop to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful,” I managed, unbuttoning my shirt, but never taking my eyes off of her.
I watched as she moved around the bed toward me, her hands coming to touch my bare flesh as I pushed the shirt over my shoulders and let it fall. Her hands were warm, and her touch was light, as she skimmed over my shoulders and pecs and down my abs.
“How is it you look even better than you did when you were eighteen?” she asked, her tone laced with desire as she tickled the hair leading from my navel down into my jeans.
“So do you,” I breathed, my hands itching to touch. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
Faith’s smile was that of a woman who knows her power as she lifted her hands to the straps of her nightgown and eased them down. I watched, rapt, as the silky material floated over her lovely curves, exposing her delectable flesh inch by inch until she was standing before me in only a small scrap of lavender lace.
I took a step, closing the gap between us, my breath catching when her thumb brushed across my stomach just over the top of my jeans.
“May I?” she asked, looking down at her hands.
“Please,” I said roughly.
Unable to stand there idly any longer, I reached for her waist, keeping my touch soft as I caressed her silky skin. She felt amazing, and the combination of her hands unzipping my jeans, with mine on her body, had my cock hardening uncomfortably in my briefs.
When I reached the underside of her breasts, I took a deep breath and bit back a moan before cupping each breast in my palms. I loved the weight of them and the dusty-rose tips of her nipples, which where pebbled and begging to be touched.
I ran my thumbs over the peaks, and when she gasped, I lowered my head and pulled one between my lips, dragging my teeth lightly over it as I sucked and laved it with my tongue.
Faith’s fingers dug into my hips as she arched toward me.
“Mitch,” she moaned, and I felt like I’d gone to heaven, hearing my name on her lips.
After thoroughly loving one breast, I moved to the other, intent on spending a good deal of time and attention on each one. But when Faith pushed open my jeans and shoved her hand inside to grasp my cock in her palm, I momentarily lost my mind.
I released her nipple and moved my mouth across the top of her breast, biting down softly before kissing up her neck and claiming her mouth.
The kiss was wet and deep, and when she began to move her hand up and down my cock over the cotton material, I had a driving need to feel her skin to skin. Still keeping my lips fused with hers, I awkwardly took off my jeans and briefs and kicked them to the side.
When she reached for me again, I tore my mouth from hers and mumbled, “Bed.”
Rather than walking around to either side and getting in, we both simply crawled up from the foot and quickly resumed our positions, just horizontally this time. Faith laid on her back and I on my side, and we started kissing again as our hands explored.
I trailed my fingers down her body until I reached lace and paused. When Faith lifted her hips in encouragement, I eased my fingers beneath her panties until I found her velvety center. She moaned into my mouth and shifted her hips, urging me along.
She was wet and inviting, so I gently pushed a finger inside as she once again found my cock and squeezed. She jacked me tightly as I moved my finger and brought my thumb to her clit.
When we were both close to climax, I moved to get a condom off of the nightstand and shifted back to see Faith tossing her panties off the bed.
I settled between her legs and looked down at her. She looked stunning with her long blonde hair splayed around her and her lips swollen from my kiss. Her eyes were heavy and lidded and the look of pure desire on her features almost made me come right there.
“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“Absolutely,” she murmured, her lips curving up.
I moved slowly, wanting to feel every second of our first time back together, and when I entered her slowly, it was like I’d finally found my purpose again.
This was what I’d been missing the last decade. Faith was what I’d been missing. She was the only person who’d ever made me feel this way and in my heart I knew she was the only one who ever would.
When I was fully seated inside of her, I stopped and caught her eyes with mine.
“I love you, Faith. I always have and I always will.”
Her eyes welled and her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly.
“I love you, too, Mitch,” she whispered, her voice rough with emotion. “Always.”
After kissing her thoroughly, I began to move. Slowly at first, and then as our desire began to build, more quickly. Her soft little gasps and moans only fueled me on until we were both writhing, our bodies slick with sweat, as we reached our peak together.
I moved until we were both satiated and gasping for air.
When I was able to catch my breath, I rolled to the side and discarded the condom, before rolling back and taking her in my arms.
I dropped a kiss on the crown of her head and held her tightly as my entire body seemed to be overcome with happiness, contentment, and exhaustion. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so good, and I cuddled her closer as sleep began to overtake me.
“I love you,” I managed, and I swear I heard her say, “Love you, Mitch,” before I drifted off.