Pieces of Summer

Mika is standing at the end of the couch, and her eyes run up the length of my body as my hand stills. Her hair is ruffled from sleep, her face is fucking beautiful without any makeup, and her lips are parted just like they were in my mind.

Since I’m already caught, I start moving my hand again, watching her as she watches me. She moves closer as I pump harder, and her throat bobs as she watches like she can’t look away.

“Feel free to take over,” I whisper to her, groaning when she bites down on her bottom lip like she’s thinking it over.

My speed slows, because I’m seconds from blowing. Mika steps so close to me that I can touch her if I try, and I take in the long T-shirt she’s wearing, imagining there aren’t any panties on under it.

“Can I?” she whispers, and I start wondering if I’m fucking dreaming.

My hand shoots up to grab her at the waist, and she gasps as I tug her down on top of me. When her lips collide with mine, she moans into my mouth, and I slide my hands down her body, pulling her shirt up until I feel the thin panties covering her ass.

Her legs spread, straddling me better, and I start trying to tug her underwear to the side, desperate to get inside her.

“Chase,” she whispers against my lips, pushing her hips up and away from my cock.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Sorry,” I whisper as her forehead touches mine.

“Don’t be,” she says quietly, snaking her hand between us.

When she grabs onto my cock, a breath hisses between my lips. She leans back, watching me as she sits up completely, pumping me in her hand as my hands ride up her hips.

She grabs my hands before I can touch her stomach, and she pushes them back down, releasing my cock in the process. Since I don’t want her stopping again, I keep my hands on her hips when she resumes, unsure what boundaries she’s setting right now, since this is pretty fucking confusing.

She watches me, just like she used to watch me then. Her eyelids start getting heavy, her rhythm grows steady, and her lips part as she breathes my name just as she did in my fantasy.

“Fuck, Mika,” I groan, grabbing my boxers from the ground and covering myself just as hot pleasure shoots up my spine and I explode into the fabric. She keeps pumping as my eyes roll back in my head, and I grab her ass with one hand, fucking hating not being inside her right now.

Slowly, she pulls her hand away, and I feel her lean down until her hair lightly tickles my cheek.

“I forgot how much I love watching that,” she says before brushing her lips against mine.

“I haven’t forgotten how much I love it,” I mumble, listening to the sound of her sigh as she kisses my cheek.

My eyes stay closed as my body continues to shudder, and Mika runs her fingers over my chest, pausing when she gets to my heart. When she sucks in a sharp breath, I know she’s finally noticed one of my bald eagle tattoos.

“Right over my heart,” I tell her as I open my eyes.

She’s still straddling me, my boxers are still an absolute mess, but it doesn’t matter. I’d stay this way all day.

She traces the lines, and I watch her eyes as she memorizes every detail in front of her in the semi-lit room, thanks to the TV being on. “When did you get this?” she asks, still studying it.

“Three years ago... First day of summer.”

A sad but beautiful expression crosses her face, and she looks up to meet my eyes. “I have one on my back.”

My smile grows, but her lips thin.

“Let me see it.”

“Maybe I will, but not right now. It’s four in the morning,” she states like she’s amused.

“And you just jacked me off at four in the morning after giving me friend speeches all night. The least you can do is show me your eagle tat.”

She struggles to not smile, but she slides off me instead.

“I think you’ve gotten enough tonight. Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you mine… Tattoo that is.”