“I’m clean. And I’ve never not wrapped it before with other—”
“Aiden?”
“Yeah, freckles?”
“I need you to fuck me now.”
Cheeks flushed, lips parted, Dayna rose on her knees a little and tugged my jeans down as far as she could. Enough to grasp the base of my shaft and steady herself as she slowly sank down on me.
“Yes… God, yes.”
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, biting the skin there, making her cry out as I bottomed out inside her.
Nothing, nothing would ever feel better than this.
Carson would kick my ass six ways to Sunday if he ever saw us like this. His best friend’s little sister and a guy like me. But I was in. I was all fucking in with her.
Sliding my hand up Dayna’s spine, I gathered her hair in my fist and pulled gently. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Good,” she panted. “I want it hard and fast.”
“Jesus, freckles. Such an innocent face and such a dirty, dirty mouth.” I kissed her hard, our tongues tangling together, stroking and teasing.
“Tell me we can do this all summer.”
“All summer,” I groaned, letting her set the pace. There was nothing better than Dayna taking control and using my body to find her release.
I fucking craved it, like I craved her.
“Promise me.” She kissed me, soft and tender, tonguing my mouth the way she rode my dick. Slow and sure, as if she was born to do it.
“I promise.”
Dayna stilled, her eyes flashing to mine. A knowing smile tugged at her mouth. “I’ll hold you to that.”
One date at a time.
That was the deal.
But fuck the deal.
I wanted a summer with this woman.
And who knew, maybe even more.
* * *
“Aiden, good to see you, son,” Mr. Benson greeted me at the door. “I take it they’re not for me.” He eyed the bunch of roses in my hand.
“Sorry, sir.”
“Maybe next time.” He winked, chuckling as he ushered me inside. “We’re all out back. Got some prime rib cooking on the grill. I hope you’re hungry.”
“Always.”
“Listen.” He stopped and turned to me, forcing me to back up a little. “I just wanted to say thank you.”
“Thank you, sir? I… I’m not sure I understand.”