Текст книги "A Taste of Summer"

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“You refused to fuck me, your words…not mine, enforcing the Safety First policy. I waited in the car while you ran into the store…in your gown! My ego quadrupled in size when you came back with seven boxes.”

“Quadrupled? I don’t know how you managed to still fit in the car?” she teased. Her nerves settling. “Please tell me it wasn’t the pharmacy by my house?”

“It was.” Laughter simmered in his throat. Wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, he nudged the hard length of him into the small of her back. “I asked you if the clerk said anything and you said no, stating that you had dumped the boxes on the counter telling the clerk, ‘The devil’s in the details.’.”

“Shit.”

“You also boasted that we were going to use every single one of them.” His lips traced the shell of her ear. “Where would you like to start?”

She sketched a finger over the boxes. Each one displayed the words, XL, Lubricated, and their own unique stamp of approval. Carrie Ann struggled briefly with the notion of covering him up. Part of her wanted to disregard her qualms. A long moment passed. Her finger dawdled from package to package. Her hesitancy was a clear indication of indecision.

His hands began to roam over her body with intention. “I’d prefer not to use them, but you insisted. If you want the truth, Carrie Ann, I’ve never been able to trust anyone since you. I’ve always used condoms. But I hate the idea of having anything between us.”

Anything between us. Guilt festered and gnawed, robbing her of a response.

Sensing her distraction, he picked up the black and gold box, stating, “Let’s table the subject for now. Maybe we can revisit in a day or two. Or an hour or two.”

Choking back nerves, she sighed heavily, marshaling a smile. “Okay.”

Summer coasted a hand down the length of her arm, lacing their fingers. Clumsily, she spun to face him, searching out the hard planes of his chest. He brought his mouth to hers, intimately savoring each far corner, licking deeper, pacing the moment. An ache, deep and low, spurred her on. Her fingers keyed up the sides of his neck, fitting around his skull, holding him to her mouth. Their tongues twisted in a delicate, sensual, dance, searching nuances of their past while acutely aware of their future.

His kiss turned greedy with hurried roughness. Summer threaded his fingers through her hair, blindly guiding her to the bed. Their thighs brushing with each step.

Tearing her mouth free, she gasped, “Summer?”

“Yes, Red?” His lips and teeth grazed along the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“I’ve missed you…all this time. I’ve really, really missed you.”

“We’ll make up for time lost.”

A sexy smile spread across his face. His eyes gleamed mischievously, tossing her onto the bed with ease. A shaky giggle whooshed from her lungs, but quickly changed tempo as Summer climbed over her. Wedging a knee between her thighs, his mouth enclosed the tip of her breast, cupping the fullness in the palm of his hand.

The weight of his body, heavy and warm, settled over her. His tongue moved to the other mound, gently rolling her moist nipple between his fingers. She could feel the length of him, thick and rearing, against her thigh. Her body twitched and writhed beneath him. Carrie Ann was on fire.

Invasion now assured, she clenched relentlessly at the emptiness, welcoming the needed relief. He brought his face directly above hers, kissing her breathless. Clasping an arm securely beneath her, he scooted to the center of the bed. Summer moved over her, straddling her waist, stretching to find the black box. She lifted her head from the bed, laying a trail of wet kisses down his oblique’s.

The rip of foil drew her attention. A frown began to weave between her brows, but before her mind had time to contemplate, Summer adjusted the condom over the engorged head, slowly unrolling it over the length.

“Red,” he said in a quiet voice, pulling her from her thoughts.

Their gazes collided, mesmerizing her with liquid gold heat.

“I see that gorgeous mind of yours starting to work too hard. It’s okay. I promise, when I’m through with you…this will be the last thing that you remember.”

He eased over her, their bodies entwined in slow revolutions, rolling over the big bed. Their hands explored the heated terrain of the other’s body, lost in a lustful fascination. Carrie Ann couldn’t get enough of his mouth. She needed to feel his kisses, rough and aggressive. Summer took her moans into his mouth, matching her zealous kisses. Arms and legs entangled, sliding and stroking, teasing her until she was nearly out of her mind with lust.

“Now. Right now,” she begged, twisting her head, sinking her teeth into the thick dense muscle of his wrist.

He nudged at her entrance, pulling a hoarse cry from her throat. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes!” Her legs spread wide and her hips swiveled upward in a thrust.

Summer eased inside her, withholding full penetration. He took painstaking deliberations to be gentle. Entering her in slow measured increments, again and again. Allowing her time to yield and mold herself to the thick intrusion.

“Easy, Red. I don’t want you to hurt you.”

She shook her head wildly, flailing back and forth in an urgent disagreement. Wispy strands of hair sticking to the fine mist of perspiration on her face. He settled onto his elbows, palming the hair from her forehead. As she opened her mouth to protest or beg, her brain unable to differentiate, he pushed deeper, bringing excruciating pleasurable relief. She cried out.

Summer withdrew a little, taking her mouth in a primal kiss as he buried himself inside, filling her completely. Carrie Ann bucked beneath him. Her arms curled beneath his shoulders, gripping his back. His muscles flexing under the pressure of her nails. The onslaught of pressure surged forward with each long, slow, powerful, drive, building into a tireless rhythm.

Clasping her wrists, he pinned her to the bed, impaling her with controlled strokes. He searched for the perfect balance of force and speed, until she submitted to his tempo. Their bodies rocked in perfect unison. Rising and falling, opposing forces working together in some mysterious gravitational pull.

Releasing her mouth, their stares locked. Years of lost time faded away with each heavy thrust. Every movement began to translate into an emotion. Desire…need…trust…adoration, they all crashed down over her, penetrated her soul far deeper than the physical movements.

Her moans of satisfaction grew until she cried out his name. “Summer.”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growled, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His mouth wandered hungrily over her throat as he filled her. “The way you say my name…Christ, Red, I have waited so long to hear the sounds you make when I’m inside you.”

She couldn’t hold back. The back of her head pushed against the bed. His name ripped from her throat in a voice sounding nothing like her own. “Summer…”

Her hands slammed against the mattress. Sheets mangled under the strain of her fingers. The wet slide and stunning invasion, bringing her to a near unbearable pleasure. The lids of her eyes dusted shut as she began to peak. Spasms rolled and rippled, quaking through her body. Her legs clamped to his hips, holding on, until the last twitches left her body.

Summer starved off his climax until she freed the linens from her death grip. Her eyes opened wide, witnessing the magnificent sight of sweet strain covering his face. Blood pulsing through his veins, flexing the powerful muscles in his neck as he found his release.

In that moment of passion, he staked claim to her heart.

As Summer peered down, she realized he’d never lost possession.

Carrie Ann had been his all along.

Chapter Eleven

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Hitching her leg over his hip, Carrie Ann burrowed into the crook of his arm. The heated scent of Summer and sex filled her senses. Her hand roamed lazily along the stacked muscles of his abdomen, fingers playing in the damp trimmed tendrils below. His arm came around her, petting and coasting each dip and curve as he pressed a kiss into the silky strands of her wet hair.

It wasn’t even noon and they’d had sex twice, not counting the appetizer. He’d hauled her into the shower, washing her thoroughly from head to toe. They’d kissed a dozen times under the cascade of water, each desperately needing to replenish the void in time passed. Things got a little dicey when he hoisted her up against the tile wall, but they managed to pull it off without bodily injuries.

“What would you like to do today?”

“You,” she blurted playfully before he had a chance to offer any choices.

“I’m fairly certain that’s a given.” His tone was smooth and relaxed. Happy. “Has it ever been like this for you with anyone else?”

Twisting her face into his chest, she kissed the smooth skin, replying honestly, “No. It’s never even come close. You?”

His chin moved back and forth against the top of her head. “Never.”

Cuddling closer, her lids grew heavy. She drew in a deep breath which turned into a yawn. “How bout a nap?”

Summer eased them onto their sides, snuggling up to her backside. His hand turned lazy full circles over her hip. Cupping one cheek, he lifted, wedging his semi-hard erection between her thighs.

“I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises.” A smile colored his voice, pulling the covers to their shoulders.

She tucked them beneath her chin, wriggling her body tightly to his, so all of their points connected. “I take it back. Can we just stay in bed all day?”

“I think I can handle that.”

An extreme state of relaxation slipped over her like the low clouds moving into the valley. Carrie Ann dozed off to sleep, swathed in the comfort and safety of Summer.

*

A detachable wine bottle holder locked to the side of an insulated backpack. Carrie Ann leaned against the kitchen counter, snooping inside the sophisticated canvas picnic basket, taking inventory of the miniature corkscrew, salt and pepper shakers, and cutting board. Digging further into a separate larger compartment, she found sandwiches, trail mix, and cut up fruit.

Summer and Aspen strolled through the backdoor. The puppy bound toward her with a bark. Carrie Ann knelt down, receiving a dozen good morning kisses.

“Pretty impressive picnic basket you got there.”

His gaze lingered up her bare legs. A haughty grin slanted one corner of his lopsided smile, noticing her breasts filling out his thin white t-shirt. “If you’re impressed by the cooler, I can’t wait to hear what you say about everything else I have planned.”

“Where are we going?”

He approached, sifting his fingers through the tangles of her morning hair. Hooking a finger beneath her chin, he nuzzled the tip of her nose with his. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome.” Rising to her toes, she planted a kiss on his chin dimple.

“You wanna go hiking?” He grabbed her in a full embrace, deepening the kiss. She nodded beneath the scorch of his mouth. There was really no need for him to even ask. Summer introduced her to trekking through the great outdoors during their first month of dating and it quickly became a shared passion. “Get dressed. I’ve got everything else ready to go.”

An hour later, he directed her beyond the far corner of the barn. Her mouth gaped open catching sight of an orange Jeep Wrangler, jacked up and tricked out to the hilt, parked on the grass in front of three double garage doors spanning the back of the barn.

She tilted her head, slicing him a glance above the rim of her sunglasses. “We suddenly have a vehicle at our convenience? If I remember correctly, you said you only had a plane here.”

“Actually, you asked for car keys. And clearly, this is not a car. It’s an off-road vehicle.”

She saw a flash of white as he loaded the backpack into the back seat. Carrie Ann would definitely not consider herself a truck aficionado, but she circled the Jeep in awe, inspecting its rugged, thick steel cage, gigantic springs, and beefy bumper with a built-in winch.

“But, you don’t even have a driveway.”

“Now, what fun would that be, Carrie Ann?” His tone sardonic.

“But, how did you get it here?” She inspected the outreaches of the property. “Here I thought we were in the middle of nowhere. I suppose Mayberry is five miles down the road?”

Summer moseyed to the passenger side of the Jeep, opening a door that mimicked a ride enclosure at a California amusement park. Extending a hand, he encouraged her to use the step. As she raised her leg, he gladly assisted, spanning her bottom with one hand. Carrie Ann felt his middle finger glide between her cheeks. He twisted her hips so she faced him and nibbled on the exposed skin above the waistband.

“Jackson Hole is a short flight away, about one hundred miles.” He pointed southward and then moved his finger around like a compass. “Glacier National Park is about two hundred and fifty miles north. I’m told that our closest neighbor is a bed and breakfast about a thirty minute drive from here. There’s a small town there too. Nothing special. Just a gas station.”

Nerves fluttered in her stomach hearing the word our to describe his neighbors. Both were so immersed in the right now, they hadn’t even gotten close to discussing the future.

Her chin jutted forward, snooping further into the garage. “What else are you hiding in there?”

“Snow mobiles, four wheelers, a kayak and all kinds of fishing gear.”

“You fish?”

“Red, if you’re going to insist on standing here, taunting me with heaven a mere tongue lashing away, I’m going to rip those shorts off you and take you right here. I was hoping to make it to a little spot I found last time I was here.”

Tempted, her hooha waved from down under, giving a little hug, tempting her to strip. She could feel the blush seeping across the cheeks, climbing into her seat. Her heart beat a little quicker realizing he’d wanted to take her someplace special.

“What about Aspen? Isn’t she coming with us?”

He tossed her a rogue smile, turning the key. “Not today.”

Summer navigated his way through the dense forest, following somewhat of a marked trail. Two narrow tire tracks barely visible in the dense grass. He informed, “By the way, this is the driveway.”

Making their way out of the trees, he drove along the spellbinding glacier-carved valley nestled between the craggy peaks blanketed in ancient fir, and spruce pines. Their conversation flowed easily and naturally, exploring the varied terrain of the land. There was no need to fill the quiet solitude with dialogue. Both were completely comfortable simply being in the others’ presence. Summer happily pointed out a few wildlife sightings including, mule deer, bighorn sheep, a gigantic moose, and a small heard of elk grazing in a meadow near a broad lake.

Stopping to pick a bouquet of wildflowers and munch on some trailside berries, she asked, “I don’t understand. How do you get gas?”

“Pardon?”

“You know, for your Jeep? And your other toys? How do you get gas and power and water all the way out here in the middle of nowhere?”

Summer erupted into laughter. “Have you been thinking about that the whole drive? You’re supposed to be enjoying majestic Montana.”

“I’m thoroughly enjoying everything about this place. I was just curious,” she said timidly. “How do you get here in the winter?”

“Getting here in the winter is tricky and access is controlled by the weather. Much of the cabin is self-sustaining.” Gliding the back of his knuckles along the underside of her jaw, he stole a very nice, long intimate kiss. Summer patted her bottom. “We’re almost there. And I pay a guy, out the nose, to haul gas for me. My connection was already in place when Mr. Redford owned it, but things just switched a generation. The guy who used to do things for Redford…I guess you could call him a caretaker of sorts…retired, so his son handles a few things for me when I need him to. He loves it because he gets paid very well, plus I let him hunt on my property. I’ll show you all the ins and outs of prepping the cabin when we get back. But for now, I really just want you to put all that stuff on the back burner. Let that mind of yours settle.”

“I can do that,” she said breathily, already simmering under his lips.

Waterfalls lined the mountainside as they made their way up the pass. Nearing the edge of a cliff, Carrie Ann’s legs stretched out in front of her, stomping on her pretend passenger side breaks, while her fingers grasped the sleeve of his shirt. Her stomach dropped to her toes as the Jeep crawled up the steep trail.

“Have a little faith, Red. I just got you back. The last thing I want do is lose you again.”

Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. And it had nothing to do with the cliff. Unanswered questions, questions she hadn’t even considered, began to stack up like the mountain ranges off in the distance. Does he have me back? What does back entail? Even though Summer was just a regular guy to Carrie Ann, to the rest of the world he was Ryan a.k.a. Hollywood heartthrob. With old issues set aside, new concerns would present themselves the instant they left Montana.

Carrie Ann considered herself to be a smart, responsible, confident, put together woman with a good head on her shoulders. But when it came to Summer, she’d always had a jealous streak.

“Red,” he drew her name out, pulling her from her thoughts.

“So now that you’ve got me back…what do you intend to do with me?”

Summer pulled the emergency brake, parking the Jeep beneath the branches of a huge tree. The cocky grin drenching his profile gave an implication of exactly what he intended. Her smile mirrored his. Eyes glued to his gorgeous mouth, she backtracked a bit.

“I mean, when we go back to LA. What’s going to happen?”

“I’m guessing a lot more of what’s about to happen right now,” he laughed, lifting an index finger to his lips. “Shhh. You need to relax, unwind, you’re working your brain too hard.”

“I am relaxed,” she insisted.

“No you’re not. Not even close. You still have that scrunched up pucker between brows.”

“I do not.”

“Yes you do, and you keep taking deep breaths, like you can’t get enough air. You used to do that during finals.”

He was right and they both knew it.

One hand on the steering wheel, Summer twisted in his seat raking a long inspection over her. The look of disappointment noticeable behind his sunglasses. A warm hand closed over her knee. He leaned in, mumbling something to the effect of There’s only one reason you should be out of breath right now. His lips brushed her lobe, gently sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot behind her ear. Giddy tingles traveled up her spine, one vertebrae at a time.

Gripping her around the waist, he maneuvered her out of her seat. She obliged willingly, climbing over the gear shift to straddle his lap. The open air top and doors made for easy access and a comfortable fit. Summer pressed his forehead to hers, kissing the tip of her nose.

“I had this day all planned out, but it looks like I’m going to need to mix things up a little. You’re so worried about tomorrow you’re not enjoying the right now. I think we both deserve some right now time. How do you suppose I should fix this, Red? Hmm?”

The timid grin dancing across her lips, vanished to the sound of a purr as his fingers thread through her hair and gently pulled, leaving her throat fully exposed to his mouth. Her eyes closed and back arched, settling into the terrain of his body. A heady rush of sensation coursed through her veins as his tongue played against the pulse in her neck.

Pressure grew beneath her. The hard imprint of his body brought subtle reminders, tender aches and twinges from the day before as she ground against the thickness.

“This might be a good remedy.” The comment was meant to be sardonic, but her voice was strung tight.

“I know how to make you relax.”

“Yoga?”

He moved with slow precision, removing his sunglasses, then hers.

“Not hardly.”

Summer took her mouth in an insatiable kiss, full of slow exploration. Voracity meshed with seduction, bringing her to a ripened state of pure lust. He worked the lightweight jacket from her shoulders, while she made haste ridding him of his shirt.

Locking his hands around her wrists, Summer prompting her to take hold of the roll bar. His gaze was severe, brow raised as a warning, encouraging her not to move. Ryan Summer had always been a fan of her curves. He practically worshiped her breasts, treating them as if they were his favorite meal—almost. Definitely courses one, two, and three out of seven. In one swift pinch of his fingers, he unclasped her bra.

All of her senses turned acute as he began to undress her, removing the straps, one arm at a time. Goosebumps skittered down her arms following the languid trace of his fingertips. A cool mountain breeze rustled through the pines deepening the chill over her body. The tips of her breasts ached, heightening the tingling sensations.

A tiny flutter of coyness fluttered inside tempting her to release the roll bar and lower her arms. Her chest lifted with each labored breathe. The air sizzled with exhilaration, sparking an uninhibited sensual power over a very powerful man. At that moment, she’d never felt more beautiful.

His eyes glazed over. “Carrie Ann?”

“Yes?” She purred confidently.

“Don’t take this the wrong way…” She watched him force a hard swallow down his throat. “but your boobs…are the most beautiful boobs I’ve ever laid hands on. They’re flawless and lovely and plump.”

A scowl laced its way across her face running a quick estimation of how many woman he’d slept with. The tally came to an abrupt halt when he growled playfully, nuzzling his nose between the pale mounds. An arrogant grin blazed in his eyes as his tongue drifted over the constricting flesh in a soothing circle. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, working it, until a low moan rose from her throat.

Releasing the bar with one hand, she reached for his waist. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but…”

“I already know.” He grasped her wrists. “I’m the best lover you’ve had. And Mr. Fucking Perfect comes in second. I’m not offended.”

Cocky. Mother. Fucker.

Blush flooded her cheeks. She squirmed, settling lower, straddling his narrow fit hips. Pressure stiffening beneath her.

“Carrie Ann, you’re the best lover I’ve had. No bullshit. And we’re not keeping score. I meant it as a compliment and we’re not going to talk about it because it’s bound to start an argument. We’re both jealous fiends. Now…” He fastened her hands to the roll bar. “Don’t move.”

Summer’s long fingers plunged beneath the spandex waistline of her shorts, reaching beyond the curve of her hips, collecting an extensive portion of her ass in his firm grip. Lifting his back from the seat, he bought his face inches from hers. Nose to nose. A ring of russet brown surrounded the glow of amber igniting in the reflection in his eyes as he reached a bit further, dipping beneath her cheeks.

She gulped down her insecurities. And just like that the mathematics of past lovers was tabled, relegated to the back burner.

“Now, you begged me—begged, Red—to pull the plane over so you could climb onto my lap and ride me. Apparently, this used to be your favorite position. I had no idea.” He released her ass and eased his seat back to the horizontal position. With little effort, he maneuvered her legs between his thighs and shimmied her shorts past her ankles. Instinctively, she kicked out of her shoes. “Do you know why I had no idea?”

She shook her head in reply. Carrie Ann could barely hear him over her own heavy breathing and blood rushing through her eardrums.

“Because you never told me.”

“It’s only one of my favorites,” she simmered, pressing her lips together, hiding a timid grin.

“I don’t think a spiked cocktail should be the factor of why you become so…passionately instructive. We’re old enough to know what we want.” He paused. “Right at this very moment, I want to tease you until you make that sound, that little groan that drives me fucking wild. But I’m more interested in hearing what you’d like.”

A flush of embarrassment painted her cheeks. Delicious visions danced through her mind. The man had a gift, an erotic intuition, of knowing exactly how to treat her. The slightest touch of his hand could make her smile, moan, or damn near explode. Summer had been her world for two years. She’d always been up for anything and it took zero coaxing.

Her breathing quickened, but any words of direction or encouragement lodged in her throat.

He refused to relinquish his stare, patiently waiting for her to confess some sort of untold fantasy she’d kept hidden. Using her toes, she peeled the white cotton socks from her feet. His leg muscles flexed beneath her as he did the same. Summer’s shorts soon followed, forgotten to the floorboard of the Jeep. Using the roll bar for leverage, she returned her legs to each side of the driver seat.

“I hate to disappoint you, but to be honest, one of the things I’ve missed about…us…is the fact that I feel like you read my mind. It’s quite the turn on,” she murmured coyly. Her bottom lip managed to slip seductively between her teeth. “I’m more of a shower than a teller. Can’t we leave the talking to you?”

Spreading her thighs wide, she pressed down against the stiff column jutting beneath her. Hands clasped to the bar, her head dropped back, rolling in sync with the rotation of her hips.

She heard the faint pleasurable sound of his breath hitch.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

“That’s a fuck yes,” he hissed.

Summer grasped her around the small of her waist, gripping her ribcage. The flat of his hands squeezed tenderly, spreading the warmth, roaming over her nude body. Every touch engulfed her senses. Each point of connection between his heated skin and her cool flesh, delivered a tingle to her most intimate nerve endings.

Not to be one to shy away from a challenge, she attempted to beckon a sultry voice, teasing, “I mean…we’re completely naked, outside, in broad daylight, and you’re about ready to bury yourself…”

The buck of his hips, rendered Carrie Ann speechless. Hard pressure slipping against wetness. “Red, you don’t have to say one more word. I’m not asking you to be something you’re not. Just thought maybe you’d been holding something back.”

Before her old nemesis, guilt had time to remotely contemplate the term holding something back, a zing of pleasure shot through her like a flaming arrow. She gasped feeling the thickness, slick and hot, stroking her outside, skating over her sensitive swollen nub. Holding securely to the roll bar, her back arched and hips rolled each time the hard ridge passed over her throbbing clit. The pleasure sensation, maddening.

“Do you want to put this on me?” he questioned tentatively, condom in hand.

A quick beat of silence quickly turned to a minute.

Letting go of the bar, her hands dropped into her lap. Carrie Ann sat motionless, gaping at the foil package. Her hesitancy had nothing to do with the premium quality latex.

She didn’t want anything between them.

She needed to unload the painful wound concealed deep in her heart. The truth she’d kept hidden from him. She should’ve done it years ago, ten years ago, but time passed and with each day the memory buried itself a little deeper. That shred of acknowledging put a mental road block straight in the path to her hooha.

“Red?” He sat upright, brushing his mouth to her. Cupping her jaw, he met her gaze. “Your mind is chasing something. Stay with me. Whatever it is can wait.”

Unable to summon her courage, she agreed with a nod, twisting to find his mouth. Easing her lips open, Summer sank his tongue between her lips, indulging in a long, intimate taste. He didn’t simply just kiss her. He devoured her. The sensual act drew her into the present as the past faded into obscurity.

Without abandoning the kiss, Summer’s hands worked the contraceptive. He guided her arms above her head and she complied, gripping the bar. Trailing his fingers down her body, he outlined her shape with infinite leisure. His cologne mingled with his natural scent, spicy and intoxicating, engulfing her senses.

A faint moan escaped her as he splayed a firm grasp over the full curve of her cheeks, encouraging her to lift. Holding to the bar overhead, she elevated her hips as he readied himself beneath her.

She nudged at the broad head, allowing the tip to glide inside. Taking full control, she lowered slowly, her body molding around the piercing heat. Her thighs contracted raising her hips once, twice, before tolerating complete impalement.

“Yes.” A hiss of pleasure split the quietness around them.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned.

His biceps flexed, palming her bottom, lifting so she topped him again. Loosening the resistance on the bar, she allowed her weight to sink lower, falling into the gravity of a full penetration. Their bodies melded together as he filled her completely again and again. She gripped tighter, alternating between lifting and lowering. The hot, silky friction and coolness of the air, showered her with mind-blowing delight. He supported her with ease, letting her set the pace, permitting her to ride freely. Her body moved with pure abandonment, wild and unrestrained. Neither able to take their eyes off the other, enthralled in unbridled passion covering the other’s face.

Carrie Ann’s legs trembled as the pressure of her climax began to take control. Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she threw her head back. Strands of long hair stuck to her damp skin covered in perspiration. The sound of her voice rose in a cry. His hips jutted upward greeting the roll of her hips with deep commanding thrusts.

Her body jerked and bucked, fingers clamped securely to the brace. Summer sat forward, roughly wrapping his arms around her back and hips, driving deeper. Smashing her to his chest, he caught a handful of hair and tugged, fishing for another moan. She happily delivered.

“You love it when I pull your hair,” he growled, fisting his grip tighter into the tresses.

A long, drawn-out moan sufficed as a ‘Yes.’