Boyfriend for the Summer

The brush of his tongue makes me wetter, and I’m slick with him and my own arousal, feeling him slide against me with ease. Oh fuck. My body is already primed and ready for pleasure, and it’s already rising through my skin, threatening to overwhelm me.

Eric’s hands are on my thighs, pulling me closer while he pushes his tongue deep inside me. Stroking, teasing, that intimate touch bringing me to the edge. I shove my hands into his hair to hold him still, and the noise that comes out of me is sheer raw need.

He licks into me with agonizing slowness. My legs are shaking, and I swear that all I can see is white. Slowly moving back up to my clit, swirling his tongue around it in patterns that leave me no air to breathe. Over and over and over again until I’m panting, moaning, saying his name.

Instead of pulling back he only works me harder, never letting up, driving me higher with that maddening tongue of his, until I’m dissolving around him. Pleasure spirals up and out and through, and I let my head fall back, my voice echoing off the walls.

The first orgasm was amazing, and this one is just as good. Fireworks shivering across my skin, and that perfect pleasure sinking deep.

God. I masturbate, but it’s been awhile since I’ve had sex. Even longer since I’ve had good sex. I flood Eric’s mouth with my orgasm, and he drinks me up, never letting up as I finish, drawing out every last bit of the climax until I’m gasping and limp. Bent over him as he kneels before me.

When he finally pulls away, he looks at me, his lips and mouth shining with me. Fuck that’s sexy, and I nearly lose consciousness when he licks his lips, one corner of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “Just like I remember.”

A furious blush races up my chest and across my cheeks. “Stop,” I say, embarrassed. “You do not remember what I taste like.”

He stands, stepping between my legs so our faces are close and perfectly level. So close that we’re only a breath apart. “I do,” he says softly. “You’re just as delicious now as you were then.”

My cheeks are so hot I must be as red as a tomato. He covers my mouth with his, and he still tastes like me. It makes me wet all over again, and I’m not a woman who can usually just keep going. But I just want more. All of him.

Now that we’re moving slowly, we’re exploring each other. Eric’s hands are running across my skin and I finally get to feel the hardness I was admiring in the way I want to. Muscles contract under my fingers, hardening and flexing. His cock hardens between us too.

He’s bigger than he was when we were first together. More than a little. And I explore that too, stroking him until he’s as hard as the desk that I’m sitting on. “You asked me how much time I had,” I say. “How much time do you have?”

His eyes go dark with hunger. “I’m the camp director. I can make whatever time we need.”

Lust curls in my gut, and the possibility of holing up with him unrolls before me. We can’t do that. I know we can’t. But I also can’t say that the thought isn’t appealing.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to his collarbone. “Good,” I whisper. We’ll make it last as long as it needs to last. And that’s that. Right now, I have plans to return the favor, because like him, I have some memories of our first time together, and I want to see how they match up.

I slip off the desk and down to the floor, doing my best to not let my lips leave his skin while I do. He goes still, watching me intently. I don’t even think that he’s breathing, like he thinks that if he moves, he’ll scare me away and I won’t want to do this.

“Seph,” he says. It’s at once a question and a plea.

“Fair’s fair,” I say with grin.

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t have to be about fair.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe I remember what you taste like too,” I say.

Eric’s cock jumps in my hand, and I grin. I’m having a little bit of déjà vu, but this time is better. This time I’m not nervous. I know what I’m doing, and I want to hear the sounds he’s going to make when I do this.

I start with the tip of my tongue. Just brushing across the head softly. Eric shudders, rubbing his hands across his head. “Jesus.”

“If that’s how you react to my tongue this isn’t going to last long.”

When he looks down, his eyes are on fire. “Seph, it’s a battle not to come just looking at you. That tongue is my undoing.”