Summer Ever After

“I think you’re magnificent. By the way, who gave you permission to borrow clothes?” Smirking, I pluck the shoulder of my T-shirt. Abby looks at me strangely, and immediately, I want to shove a post-run gym sock down my throat. Abby is sensitive and I’m being a verbal asshole. “Kidding, Hollywood. So kidding. Anything in my dresser, closet, floor, or whatever is fair game.”

Her face scrunches and creases around her eyes with a smile. “Even your umbrellas?” She returns the playfulness. Relieved, I make her wait a second. Looking up at the ceiling, I pretend to think about it. “I do have like thirty of them stashed in a closet…I suppose I could part with one or two for this girl I’m seriously into.” Sharp pain interrupts my musing and my punishment is apparently her tweaking my nipple. I’m still holding the coffees so I’m screwed while I dance away, wincing from the pain as I keep them up from spilling on us both.

“Argh. Seriously? Nipple twisting your coffee knight in shining armor? Not cool, Hollywood. I thought we had an understanding.” Setting our drinks on a work bench, I turn with my hands on my hips as I stalk back to her, forcing her body flush against my boat.

“Not for all the umbrellas in this apartment, huh?” She turns toward the staircase to begin a game of chase, giving me a delightful view of her rounded backside. Twin pale globes peek from under the hem of cotton. Perfect.

“Nope. Not after this, brat.” She attempts to get away, but I grab her around her waist. She’s got a hold on the railing and I turn her in my arms, limbs flailing pathetically. Abby isn’t really fighting me, which I’m grateful for.

“So what punishment is my coffee baring, umbrella wielding knight going to dish out, eh?” Giggling, the smile creases her cheeks into happy moons.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so cavalier, Hollywood. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” I gently push her down to sit on the step, boxing her in, and she backward crawls up one to get away. I hold her one ankle, praying she isn’t a kicker.

“I’m not impressed,” she goads me. This woman has some sass and audacity.

“Oh, you will be.” I push her shoulder with my other hand and she’s sitting back down on the staircase bare-bottomed. I know this because I hid her underwear in my drawer last night for fun and no lacy edges peeked out from my T-shirt, just pale skin. I like how she’s bare under my T-shirt. I position myself between her legs and let my hand fall from her shoulder, down her chest, and onto her knee. I squeezed enough so she parts her legs ever so slightly as I lean in.

She’s looking down coyly, avoiding eye contact. “The coffee will get cold.” She whimpers as I bite her bottom lip, tugging it into mine.

“That’s what the microwave is for,” I tell, her sliding my hand from her knee to her thigh slowly. Gently pushing the T-shirt up and out of my way, I trace a pattern to her exposed center in swirls like the ocean swells that would crash along the surf in Gold Beach. Her lips part and her mouth forms an O, begging to be kissed.

“Ro-Roman.” Abby’s eyes shut her in a flutter, squeezing closed as she pants her next breath.

“Yes?” I don’t know if she’s asking a question or getting ready to yell my name. God, I hope it’s the later. I kiss her open mouth again, slipping my tongue inside, sliding deeper into wet heat. She closes her lips over mine and sucks my tongue. Hard, slick strokes play back and forth.

“Cheater, you ate something sweet,” she whines, and my cock strains against m

y pants as she sucks my tongue again, swirling and tasting. I’d love to have her sweet mouth on my cock. Thinking about her silky tongue tracing me root to tip has me rock hard and anchor heavy. All in good time.

“But not nearly as sweet as you.” I let my fingers inch closer to the lips between her soft legs and play on the outside, parting them. I feel Abby scoot her bottom closer to me and I can’t help but chuckle. Clever girl. “Trying to tell me something, Hollywood?” My finger taps her slippery button, rolling around the sensitive bud, eliciting a groan from her.

“Tease,” she pants breathlessly, trying to meet my fingers with the lift of her hips.

“Eager?” I ask as I push her to lean back against the stairs, propping her up on her elbows. The position can’t possibly be all that comfortable, but here we are in the moment. A fucking incredible one at that. She does something unexpected and hooks her left leg up on my shoulder, opening her dripping honey well to me.

“You don’t know how eager, sailor.” Abby’s voice gets all sexy in the way only a girl who is primed on the edge can get.

“I aim to please, Hollywood.” I lay her back as far as she can go, and without further preamble, I hook two fingers inside her slick walls, pumping her quickly, rubbing a third finger over her sensitive, swollen clit. Poor girl will have bruises from the stairs, but desire clouds our judgement.

“Uhh, uh, Ro—” is all she can get out before I cutoff any further dialogue by kissing her hungrily and thrusting my tongue and fingers in rhythm. Screw the pastries, fuck coffee; this energizes me more than anything this sorry planet has to offer me, and my need to make her come undone overrules reason.

“Come on, princess. I’m waiting.” I suck her neck as she moans greedy sounds for my fingers. I quicken the pace, thrusting. Her walls milk my fingers and her leg grips me closer, hooking painfully into my backside. I use my hand and arm to brace her back against the stair as best I can, holding her head and neck in my palm gently while I thrust her core, coaxing a pulsing sensation from her tight pussy.

“Ohh, Roman!” Abby shouts as she lifts her hips to meet my fingers pounding her now. She lets out a squeal and tries to wiggle away with the aftershocks. I let her sit a moment on the step, but keep my fingers pressed inside her, rubbing the front wall of her pussy slowly as she comes down from her shaking release. Her hands reach for my shoulders and around to cup my neck as her leg drops down. She pulls me closer to her face, her breath hot and her top lip trembles with a bead of salty sweat I lick off.

“What makes you think I’m done with you, brat?” I growl, looking into her pleasure-drunk eyes. Her pupils are dilated and she hasn’t caught her breath yet.

“Evil. You’re evil, Roman.” Rung out and limp, she shakes. I slip my fingers from her wet core, letting the moisture swipe against her thigh already slick with perspiration.

I nod my head and help her stand on the stairs. Propping her up, I press my hard dick into her soft belly, letting her know how much she’s affected me.

“It’s my turn, and I want you to ride me.”

Her legs wobble and I swear she’s coming against my clothed dick when she claws to hold onto me as she releases a slight squeal. The reason makes me smile, knowing I made Abby so come hard. There is no denying our mutual ravening attraction.

“I’m going to make you regret saying that, sailor.” Her bold claim is followed by shaky words.

“Pretty much, Hollywood. Now it’s time for my breakfast.” I hoist her over my shoulder and she flails a moment before I swat her bare bottom playfully. My little sea witch shrieks, and I can’t help my laughter as I carry her upstairs to the bedroom to enjoy my feast...