Boyfriend for the Summer

“If you need to stop,” he says, pulling back, “tell me to stop.”

“I will.” I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, placing it beside me so that I’m in my bra. This isn’t anything that he hasn’t seen before. I’ve been in my bikini with him, and our roaming hands have made sure that he’s touched every inch of me through my clothing. But this will be new.

I take off my bra quickly, and settle back down on the blanket, blushing. I have the urge to cover myself, but I don’t. This is Eric. I want this. I want him to see me. He’s looking down at me with awe. He swallows again. “Can I touch you?”

Reaching for his hand, I bring it to my skin, directly on my breast, and I close my eyes because it feels like so much and not nearly enough. Eric is gentle, but eager. My nipples harden under his fingers, and I want to feel more than that. “I—” I stop, not knowing how to ask the question I’m about to ask.

His head whips back. “Is that okay.”

I laugh, breaking the tension. “Yes. I just—” I swallow. “I don’t know how to ask.”

“Ask me anything, Persephone.” He never uses my full name, and the way he says it now hits home. This is different. “I want to know what you feel and how to make you feel good. And I want you to explore me if that’s what you want. Nothing is off the table right now.”

I blow out a breath. He’s right. We know so much about each other. This is just one more thing to know. We have a chance to learn about this together. There can’t be any mistakes since neither of us have a clue about what we’re doing. I take a breath before I meet his eyes. “I want your mouth on me. On them.”

Eric smiles a slow smile. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I can do that.” He moves his hands across my skin again, and my nipples are harder than ever now, tingling when he touches them. And when he leans down and touches one nipple with his tongue, I gasp in a breath. It’s everything I thought that it would feel like and so much more. The sensations from his mouth sink through my skin and lower down, rolling into a need that I can’t explain and can’t shake.

And that was before he flicked his tongue, and I’m arching into him. “Fuck,” I say, though it’s more breath than an actual word. Eric moves to my other nipple, teasing it in the exactly same way, and I realize that I’m wet. Between my legs I’m soaking as if I were touching myself, and we’ve barely gotten to the good part.

I pull Eric’s face back up to mine and kiss the hell out of him. I think that I might be falling in love with him. Is that crazy? A little bit. Is it true? Also yes. Finding the hem of his shirt I pull it up and over because I want to feel his skin on mine. Eric’s body is beautiful—what I’ve seen of it and what I’ve touched of it.

He helps me get rid of the shirt, and skin to skin like this I can’t stop smiling. “Good?”

“Amazing.”

He kisses me hard before pulling back a bit. Fingers tuck into the waistband of my jeans and flick open the button. I lift my hips, letting him pull down my jeans all the way so I’m left in nothing but my panties, which are so small they might as well be nothing. Naked. I’m going to be naked with Eric.

He stops after removing my pants, staring down at me in a way I’ve never seen. Hungry and awed. I’m the one who pushes my panties down my thighs, and he helps me get them all the way off.

“Seph,” he says softly. His fingers drift down my hips and low across my stomach. Desire curls under my skin where his hand rests, and I catch his wrist, moving his fingers between my legs, and he grins when he feels the wetness and heat.

“Touch me.”

He does. Exploring slowly. Dragging his thumb over my clit and exploring my entrance. I gasp when the tip of his finger slips inside, because touching yourself and being touched by someone else couldn’t be more different.

Eric watches me carefully, and he notices when he touches my clit how I move with him, and keeps going. He experiments, moving his fingers in different ways until I moan when his thumb moves in a circle. “Tell me what you feel,” he says.

“More. Harder.”

He does, and I start to shake. I’m so turned on that I might actually come. It takes me way longer alone, but this is Eric touching me, and that fact has me ready to let go. “I’m close,” I tell him. “Please don’t stop.”