Fake Summer Boyfriend

Sliding my middle finger straight through her crease, her shuddering exhale made my cock harder than steel. It had been years since I touched a woman, and never anyone who truly meant something.

Hayden already meant everything.

Sliding my hands up to caress her stiff nipples, I skated my lips up and down her inner thighs before returning to her delicious clit. My middle finger sank inside her just to the first knuckle, as she quivered and shook.

Pumping in and out of her snug, wet tunnel, I licked and sucked at her tender

nub until her fingers latched into my hair, holding me in place. Feeling this beautiful creature becoming absolutely intoxicated by my touch was like discovering a magical power.

Her hips raised off the bed, humping against my face, groaning wildly as I felt her pussy open for my thrusting finger. As I reached across to rake my thumb against the nipple of her other breast, my forearm rested across her belly, feeling it tighten.

“Yes,” I mumbled, in that moment needing to feel her release more than I needed air. “Let go, baby.”

Her sex clamped around my finger as a loud cry filled the room, and her moisture flooded my mouth and hand.

Hayden’s head thrashed from side to side as she held my lips tightly against her, squirming and squealing as the climax took hold of her, clamping her thighs around my head as she surged. Then she collapsed, completely drained.

Lapping up a bit more of her sweetness, I kissed my way up to her lips. She looked dazed, blinking slowly as she stared at me. “Wow.”

I turned to address the lamp beside the bed. “I think she liked that. At least, I’m pretty sure. I might have to do that every single day for a long time to make absolutely certain.”

Hayden giggled weakly, then reached out to hold me against her. After snuggling for a few minutes, I kissed her forehead, then got up to get her glass of water.

After I returned I said, “I’m just taking off my pants so that I can sleep. My shorts are staying on. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“But don’t you—”

“We’re going to have many nights together, I hope,” I said as I slipped back into bed, throwing the blankets over us and pulling her into my arms. “I’m not going to bother telling you about my huge, sloppy feelings for you right now. I’m going to assume that you’re high as a kite from all the endorphins and stuff and wouldn’t take any of it in. You know, a sex high.”

Her laugh shook her head and shoulders against me. “That’s not a thing.”

“It might be. It probably is. It sounds right to me.”

“You have many strange ideas,” she said. Her palm snuggled into the crook between my neck and shoulder, as she shifted to press her entire body against mine.

“Hayden, I’m so glad that I found you,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “If you mean this much to me after just a few days, I can’t wait to see what you do to me in a few weeks.”

She snickered slightly, then her breathing became slow and deep. Rocking her for a second, I fell still, reveling in the beautiful feeling of her relaxing completely against me.

Hayden trusted me completely now. She was definitely getting over her fear of my size. On some level I was already in love with her, and she was beginning to feel the same way.

Chapter 11

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Hayden

As I arranged the plates in the dishwasher after yet another incredible dinner on the patio, I should have been exhausted. Leif had made the most of a summer Saturday, driving us to all sorts of summer activities.

We’d gone on an easy hike through a forest just outside of town, with a break for snacks at a lookout over a breathtaking valley. Then we’d driven back to the beach, getting some sun, chasing each other through the waves, and discovering the perfection of chocolate hazelnut mint ice cream.

Leif even took us to a farmer’s market just outside of Kingsville, so that we could have grilled corn on the cob for lunch. “Not with lunch,’” he had been sure to point out. “For lunch. Big difference, and necessary at least once a summer.”

He was right. I had missed so many summer things this year. Now that the stress was gone, I was able to enjoy absolutely everything.

It was hard to believe how deeply kind Leif was to me. Even though he was spoiling me rotten, it never felt like it was coming from a place of trying to show off. He wasn’t trying to impress me, he was genuinely trying to make me happy in every moment.

Well, it was working. I’d never felt like this before. Carefree and secure at the same time. Perhaps it was greedy to want even more, but I didn’t care.