Page 41 of Be My Summer

He released me from his hold, but I was far from freedom. His tongue swept across my clit swiftly.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

If my orgasm didn’t overwhelm me, motion sickness would. Saul was wild and reserved at once. He was reckless and refined.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

“My Gaw– Yesssssss.”

I submitted to my fate, resting my weight against the window. Saul destroyed my clitoris, punishing it with his tongue. I closed my eyes as my limbs began to loosen. I lost control of my bodily functions as a massive wave crashed against my center.

Once.

Twice.

And, finally, settling on shore.

“Ahhhhh—Saulllll.”

I was unearthed.

Head to heels.

My body flushed with warmth.

Small, fine bumps lined my skin.

Everything around me disappeared.

Tingling trailed from my center to my chest.

My teeth pressed against each other.

My head spun wildly.

“Please… please,” I begged.

Obliging, Saul unshackled me. He lowered me onto my feet. Our mouths met. I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Hands on the window, Summer.”

Saul’s demand against my lips spiked my temperature. I was in no position to protest. I was in total, utter submission. Whatever Saul wanted tonight, Saul would have, as long as it aligned with my moral compass.

The heat from my fingers fogged the window as I pressed my hands on the glass. The city’s view as the backdrop left me in awe. The moment was surreal. The view was blissful.

Saul’s hand wrapped around the back of my neck, forcing my body forward. My back formed the perfect curve, pushing my butt further into the air.