Fake Summer Boyfriend

The way he stared at my breasts made my nipples harden. He sucked on them lightly, switching back and forth until I could barely keep enough air in my lungs.

I loved the way he overpowered me, but oh so gently. I arched my back, pressing myself into his mouth as I grabbed his hair, moaning uncontrollably.

Never in my life had anyone been so finely attuned to my feelings. My palms couldn’t stop moving across his chest, his shoulders, as I felt my desire kick in, ravenous for his touch.

His fingers unbuttoned my jeans, then he watched my eyes carefully. “May I taste you again?”

“Yes,” I breathed, but it came out more like a pant.

Leif’s sexy grin nearly made me whimper. Even as he pulled off my jeans and panties at the same time, his lips were back on mine, kissing me hard and deep as we moved against each other.

Before he could start kissing down my chest, I grabbed the top edge of his pants. “I want you naked too.”

A thick eyebrow raised as he smirked. “Whatever you say, Miss.”

He shimmied out of his jeans and shorts, and threw those and his socks across the room where they landed with a thud. It was probably rude to stare at his erection, but it was the sexiest, most erotic thing I’d ever seen before.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” I muttered, still unable to look away. “I just…had no idea.”

He took my hand, meeting my eyes until I nodded. Then he placed my hand right at the top of his huge, thick shaft. “Don’t be nervous, baby. Just another body part.”

Sure it was. More like a warm, pulsing, sexual statement. A big statement.

Taking a deep breath, I brought my hand down slowly all the way to the base, then back up to the top, watching as his eyes lit up in delight. It was fascinating watching his muscular form expanding, taking up even more space with every breath as he seemed to become larger than life as he bloomed over me.

Stroking gently, I could feel a few drops of moisture at the tip, and rubbed them into his skin with my thumb.

A shudder ran through him as he murmured, “You have no idea how good that feels, baby.”

Shifting his hips, he pulled his length from my hand. “I love that you’re distracting me, but your man is hungry.”

Mmm, I loved the way he called himself my man.

He kissed his way around my breasts, then down my stomach until I whimpered. As he spread my thighs, settling between them, I wasn’t nearly as nervous this time.

He parted my folds with a long middle finger, and we both smiled at how drenched I was. Leif dug in immediately, dragging his tongue along my skin as I clutched at the blanket, already squirming.

It felt so good it was almost too much. As if I were sinking like a stone to the bottom of the ocean while floating up to the clouds at the same time.

“Leif,” I moaned, clutching his hair too hard but completely unable to stop, “It’s too much…I think…iIt’s…”

His tongue pressed flat against my clit, licking upward in slow, steady strokes as his middle finger slipped inside me. My teeth dug into my lower lip as I held on for dear life, trying not to crush his head with my legs.

His deep guttural groan as my body tightened around him drove me straight over the cliff. He licked steadily faster as I felt the thickness of his finger filling me. With a choked squeal, I pulled his face tighter against me, his eyes blazing as my climax shook us both.

As my breathing slowed and tried to find any sort of rhythm again, Leif commanded, “Again.”

I tried to protest, but he gripped my hip, holding my shifting, writhing body down as he licked harder. The slick sound of his finger against my skin made me wonder what his cock would feel like inside me.

Just like that, I realized two important facts at the same time. I was definitely ready to have sex with Leif, and it was going to happen in just a few minutes.

The other fact was that I was already coming again, blind from streaks of light through my vision as his hot tongue lapped steadily in the perfect spot.

“Yes…Leif…” I panted, lowering my hand to his shoulders as I exploded under him. His satisfied groan would have made me laugh if I had any breath to spare.

As I lay sprawled, gasping, Leif kissed his way back up to my lips. “You’re so delicious,” he murmured, meeting my lips so that I could taste my pleasure.