Summer Love in the City (Summer Instalove)

My one brief boyfriend, Alan, didn’t have any passion whatsoever, except for his video

games. I didn’t understand how a guy could be so into pixelated violence when he had a girl

that he easily could have taken to the bedroom sitting and reading a book right beside him

on the couch.

In our short relationship, we only really had sex three times, and I had felt like he was doing

it out of some sort of sense of duty, to make me happy. And yet I certainly hadn’t been

happy, since he had made very little effort to satisfy me, which had made it impossible for

me to relax around him.

Also, I knew it wasn’t supposed to matter, but he had been quite on the small side in one

physical area. It would have been fine if he had been more enthusiastic about things, but it

just never made me hot.

But feeling Devin’s rock hard shaft pressing between my legs as he groped me sent flames

straight through me. He didn’t seem to care at all that there was a handful of people at the

far end of the pool.

“Can you feel what you do to me, baby?” he murmured, nibbling at my ear as his hands

roamed across my hips and thighs.

I nodded against his shoulder, then he quickly led me straight to the hot tub. That area was

more secluded, surrounded by greenery and huge palm fronds.

He held my hand as we slipped into the water, fingers entwined with mine. As he pulled me

into his lap and sat down, Devin’s grin changed his face from tough and rugged to positively

adorable.

Luckily the water wasn’t too scorching, and as we melted into each other, there was

something brewing that was immediately hotter than the water.

My hands gripped the back of his shoulders as he pulled me into a kiss so seductive that I hoped there were no security cameras. His tongue played lightly with my own, tasting me,

devouring me.

The water was almost up to my shoulders, but anyone walking by would have seen Devin’s

hands slipping under my bikini top to firmly grab my breasts.

“You’re terrible,” I whispered, but didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to let him do anything

and everything. His lips were so firm against mine, as if he were taking control of me.

Shifting, his huge hands guided me so that I was straddling his lap, as he pulled me down