I taste it when she comes. Seph gets wetter, her flavor sharper and more abundant and I lap it up from her entrance, covering her with my tongue and enjoying the feeling of her shaking. Quivering with aftershocks. I wonder if I could just not stop and make her come again. It’s an addicting feeling this. Powerful and perfect.
“Eric,” she gasps, pulling me up from her legs and towards her face. “I can’t.”
“I could make you come again.”
She grins even though she’s panting. “I know you could. But if you do, I’m going to scream. I won’t be able to keep quiet.”
“That’s tempting,” I tell her.
“Noooooo,” she groans but she’s laughing. “Later.”
I grin. “So you liked it?” The look she gives me makes me break out into laughter.
“Yes, I did. Feel free to do that any time.” I sink down her body and she giggles. “Not now. I’m so sensitive that everyone on the lake will hear me.”
“I might like that.”
She blushes bright red. “I wouldn’t.”
“Which is why my mouth is not on you again right this second. I love the way you taste. Better even than when it was on my fingers. From the source.”
“When you say it like that it’s not sexy,” she laughs, scrunching up her nose. I would never do anything that she didn’t want me to, but I still can’t ignore the fact that I want everyone to know how good I made her feel. That my girlfriend loves the way I fuck her, even if it’s just with my tongue. I want to shout it from the goddamn rooftops. Or in this case, all the way across the lake.
I notice the way we’re lined up that I’m pressing against her, no way that she can’t feel it. I move my hips, and Seph’s eyes flare. “What about this? Now I can keep your mouth occupied.”
She moans when I kiss her, hands landing on my shoulders. But she doesn’t push me away. Instead her fingers dig into my skin and she kisses me back.
This is something I made fun of. Too young. Not enough. Not sexy. But the way it feels to press against her heat separated by almost nothing…really fucking hot. I rock against her. Harder. Faster. I’m lost in all of it.
I don’t try to last. Lightning races up my spine and pleasure blasts through me so quickly that I go blind. And I keep grinding into her, lengthening the feeling and feeling her shake. The little cry in my mouth and her chest arching into me—she came again. Pride and satisfaction rise up in me. Perfect.
This is perfect.
“I never would have done anything like this last year, you know. I’m not a very daring person.”
“What changed.”
Seph bites her lip, swollen from our kissing. “You.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You make me want to do everything.”
The space around us spins towards something more serious. “This doesn’t have to end, Seph.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
She laughs harshly. “We don’t live anywhere near each other. You want to be with someone that you’ll never get to see?”
I shake my head. “It’s a couple of hours and I have a driver’s license. Plus, phones exist.” Dread pools in my stomach. “Unless that’s not what you want.”
“I didn’t say that,” she says quickly. “It just makes me nervous.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s camp. Everything feels so real while you’re here, and then like a dream for the rest of the year. Even though I—” She cuts off and swallows. “I don’t want you to forget about me.”
“There’s no chance of that. None.”
She smiles, but it’s a little sad. “Good. But let’s talk about this a little closer to the end. We’ve still got a month to go.”
“True.” In the distance the bell that signals dinner rings. “Race you back?”
Seph grins, the smile brilliant. “Bet your ass.”
13
Eric
Present
The last few days have been interesting to say the least. Things have been busy, and the most that I’ve been able to do with Seph as far as intimate things go has been a stolen kiss here and there. The beast inside me that craves to take her over and over again is barely contained on a leash. And that leash is my hand every time I have a private moment. Also the brutal workouts that I put myself through every morning.
I’m pushing myself as far as I can go with the equipment that I have, including going for runs before dawn that leave me panting. But I need an outlet, and I know that every time I’m working out I’m contributing to the way she looks at me like she wants to wash me with her tongue. I will happily let her.
I’ve had vivid fantasies of Seph on her knees worshipping my cock with those gorgeous lips. And just as many about making her moan again with my tongue. My mind is a sex-drenched paradise, and I don’t know if I can go much longer without taking her again.