Feels Like Summertime (Lake Fisher 1)

He murmurs against my lower lips. “You feel too good. It’s different without a condom. I can’t last.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I assure him.

“It matters,” he mumbles, and then he spreads me open wide with his thumbs and latches on to my clit. He sucks me tenderly, but with strength, licking until my legs tremble around his ears. I rock my hips, and then I shatter into a million pieces. Jake suckles and licks as I come apart, my body shaking and shuddering, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he slows down, letting me come back to earth, putting the pieces of me back together.

Then he flips me over. His body covers mine, his palms covering the backs of my hands, his fingers lacing between mine. He kisses the side of my neck, and sinks inside me with one frantic push, letting out a groan right next to my ear. “God, I love you, Katie,” he says, and he pushes and retreats.

“More, Jake,” I plead. Jake moves my legs apart and settles between them, and I tilt my bottom up just right so he can go deeper. “Just like that,” I whisper.

“Come for me again,” he says. “Please.”

“I’m close. So close.”

Jake raises my right leg higher and spreads my ass cheeks, pushing so deep it almost hurts, and I shudder around him. He grunts and shoves himself deep inside, holding tightly to me as he releases inside me with no barriers for the very first time.

He collapses on top of me and brushes my hair back from my face. “Can you breathe?”

“Who needs to breathe?” I mumble, not able to catch my breath.

Jake rolls off of me and falls onto his back. He breathes heavily, and I love the sound of a satisfied, proud man. “You came like crazy,” he says with a laugh.

“Don’t gloat,” I say. I swat his arm like I’m swatting a mosquito. “It’s not attractive.” But I’m smiling. I scoot over to lie on his chest. Jake pulls the edge of the blanket so that it covers us both.

“There’s a tiny little part of me that still expects your parents and Pop to show up in a boat to come and take us back,” Jake says on a chuckle. His chest rumbles under my cheek.

“Then we’d have to clean the bathhouse on our wedding day.” I giggle.

“You know, he knew about that night we spent out here when we were sixteen. He never punished me for that.”

“Us having to separate was punishment enough.” I snuggle into his chest.

Jake tips his wrist so he can look at his watch in the moonlight. “We still have time,” he says.

“Time for what?”

He lifts me over him, draping my legs on each side of him. He brushes my hair back from my face. “Time to do it one more time.” He lifts his hips and he’s suddenly inside me.

“Jake, I just came like crazy, remember? I can’t do it again so soon.”

“Well, then I’ll just stay right here.” He doesn’t move. He just rests there inside me.

“Aren’t you too old to do it over and over?” I grumble.

He laughs. “Apparently not.” He presses my shoulder. “Sit up just a little,” he whispers.

When I do, he sinks farther inside me. “Fine,” I mutter, pretending to be annoyed, but I honestly love the way that he wants me. I balance my palms on his chest. Then I start to ride him.

I’m slippery wet, and Jake moves, his strokes slow and long, and I tip my hips so that I can rub my clit on him. And within moments, I can feel the pressure building inside me.

“Like that?” Jake says.

“Yes,” I whisper back. It’s soft and slow and while I don’t experience the same earth-shattering orgasm like I had a few minutes ago, a warm wash of pleasure sweeps over me, and Jake grunts beneath me as he finishes deep inside. I settle back down on his chest, and he slips out of me. “Will it always be like this?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No.”

I lift my cheek from his chest to look at him. “No?”

He pushes my hair back from my face with gentle fingers. “It’ll be better,” he says. He rolls so that I drop onto the blanket beside him, and we face one another. “It’ll be me and you and the kids. And we’ll live happily ever after.”