Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)
“You’re dripping wet for me,” he breathed. “You have no idea how hot that makes me,
sweetie.”
As he plunged deeper, I cried out, my hips bucking toward his hand. It would have been so
easy to wriggle against him until I came again. But a thought flooded me like a brushfire – I needed him to come with me. He was so busy showing me how much he cared for me, that
he hadn’t made any indication that he wanted a turn for himself.
Besides, I was curious. I’d heard him make a strange, low growl when he first tasted me. I
needed to hear whatever sounds he made when he came too.
My left hand circled his neck as my right hand slipped down his hard stomach, slowly
unbuttoning his jeans. Instantly his kiss changed, feeling hungrier. “Are you after
something?” he barely breathed.
“Yes,” I whispered. “You.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
* Mitch *
Although I didn’t want to leave her lips even for a second, I stood up to strip off my pants
and shorts, cuddling back against her immediately.
Her eyes widened as she took me in, staring at my muscular thighs as her fingers trailed
along the grooves of my hips. Her breath caught as she stared at my nearly completely
erect cock.
Strangely, I was proud of her for taking hold of it right away. Her delicate hand skimmed
across the surface several times, then she looked up at me. “This is…bigger than I
expected,” she blushed.
“Your hand feels amazing, sweetie.”
She bit that perfect lip, staring down again to move her hand the entire length of my shaft.
Her gentle touch was making me crazy, and I could feel my balls begin to shift already. Her
hand slid up as her thumb caressed the head, deliberately spreading the pre-come that was
starting to drip.
“Am I doing that?” she asked.
“Yes.” I curled my bottom arm under her, holding her against my lips as my hand gravitated
to her hot little pussy. Teasing around her entrance for a moment, I slipped my finger inside, pumping gently back and forth at the same rhythm she was pumping my length with both
hands.