Another Shot with Summer (Hot Tide Book 1)

by Michele De Winton

  Aston pulled back. “Good morning to you, too.”

  She smiled and settled back gently down onto the bed. “Morning. So, you’re not a figment of my imagination after all.”

  He laughed and kissed her again. “Not a chance. You’ve been out on the water already?”

  She nodded.

  “Any good?” he asked as he nuzzled her neck.

  “Amazing. Nothing big, just clean. And clear.”

  “Listen to you, you’re bursting. Better get back out there.” He went to roll away, but she wrapped her arms around him. “I will, but not yet. Kiss me again.”

  He chuckled low in his throat, and Summer let the warm sound wrap around her. As the kiss deepened again, she realized it wasn’t her salty bikini that was making her wet. Ranging her hands down his bare back, she found the hollow were his butt joined the flanks of his muscled back. Gawgeous. He felt amazing. Hard yet soft, coiled, tensed, ready. Then he rolled to the side, pulling her on top of him again.

  “I had a terrific dream last night,” he said, tucking her wet hair behind her ear.

  “Really?” She sat up and let her fingers trace the contours of his chest and stomach. Even laying back like this, his six pack was obvious, and the line where his abs joined his groin… Holysweetabcandy. Summer closed her eyes a moment to steady herself, pretending it was a long blink. “Was I in it?”

  “Were you in it? Nice one. You and I both know you were in it. And you were wearing even less than that bikini.”

  Embracing her new-found righteousness, she stretched her arms above her head, knowing it pushed her boobs up, and watched Ashton suck in a breath. “Tell me about it.”

  “You sure you want to know?”

  She nodded.

  “Might make you blush,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice. “But then, I love it when you blush. Makes you look like the sun reached down and painted you in sunset.”

  She did blush. But only because it was the nicest thing anyone had said to her in a long time. Was this really what the new Ashton was like? Someone who made her feel special? Beautiful. How did he do that? Get under her skin like that?

  She took a deep breath. “Tell me anyway. No, wait,” she said, putting her hands behind her neck and grappling with the knot of her bikini. “You said I was wearing less than this.” The knot finally gave, and she let her top fall to the bed. “Something like this?”

  His hands went for her instinctively, but rather than cupping her breasts, they splayed over her ribs, almost wrapping round her whole torso, and the join between his thumbs and fingers nestled under her breasts. The warmth against her cold skin was, again, delicious, and exposed to the air, her nipples pebbled instantly.

  “Just like that,” he said, and let one thumb casually stray up and over her nipple. He might as well have attached a forty-volt battery to it as the sensation ricocheted through her, making her want nothing more than to pull him up to sitting and thrust her breast into his glorious mouth. As if he knew, he looked her dead in the eye and brushed his thumb over again, daring her to react.

  She took a long, steadying breath. “That’s all you got? That I was topless? Doesn’t sound like much of a dream to me.” She eyeballed Ashton and moved his hands up to fully cup her breasts. “Maybe if you tell me about it, I’ll act it out for you.”

  Something like a growl sounded at the back of his throat, and Summer wondered, just for a moment, what she’d got herself into. “Stand up.”

  “You think because it’s your dream you get to be in charge?”

  “That’s exactly what I think.”

  “Hmmm,” she pretended to think about it and then slithered to the side of the bed. “I’ll let you get away with it today, but don’t think I’m going to make a habit of it.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, not breaking eye contact with her. “Now take those off and sit down.” He pointed at her bikini bottoms and then the couch at the foot of the bed. She shimmied out of the sodden scrap of Lycra, enjoying the feeling that she had given him permission to be bossy but that she could take it away again. It was great, this feeling of channeling her own power and authority. And it’s about time.

  “Not too late to back out.”

  She said nothing and opened her legs.

  “I’ll take that as a ‘please continue.’” His smile sent sparks into his eyes that Summer could almost feel. Brilliant blue as they were, with the sunlight streaming in against her back and Ashton in its full beam, his eyes swam, more like the Balinese ocean outside than anything she had ever seen. “You were sitting back against a chair just like that one. And I came up behind you, watching.”

  “Watching what?”

  He perked an eyebrow at her. “Watching you.” He paused, just long enough for the thrill of the possessive growl in his tone to make her muscles clench involuntarily.

  “Was I doing something you liked to look at?” She asked, hoping she sounded more sex-kitten than scaredy-cat. Putting her hand to her neck, she let a finger trace the line of her collarbone before circling her breast and then teasing her own nipple with finger and thumb.

  She heard him suck in his breath, and confidence charged through her like a surging wave.

  “I like what I’m looking at now. More than you can know.” He stood and closed the gap between them in a second then circled behind her. “Don’t stop,” he said as he smoothed her wet hair away and placed his big hands on her shoulders, gently kneading at the tension her hours in the water had built up.

  “Oh, that’s nice.”

  “It’s a whole lot more than nice.”

  He ducked down and bit her gently on the nape of the neck, just above her collarbone, then went back to massaging her shoulders. Her skin tightened, and she leaned back into his hands, both to increase the pressure and give him a better view, hoping he’d oblige her and sooth the ache that was growing, building already.

  “You really want to know what happened next in my dream?” he asked.

  She nodded, and he walked in front of her, kneeling on the floor. Oh. My. Yes, please. He put his hands on her feet and with circling motions, started to massage the inside of her arches, and then, slowly, slowly, the inside of her ankles. “You have lovely legs, Summer. Just goddamn lovely.”

  “Thanks,” she managed.

  “Now you leave one of your hands doing just what it is,” he said as she went to drop the fingers that were toying with her nipple. “And then you get the other one of them down here.” His voice lowered. “Right now.” Lifting her left leg, he hooked her calf over his shoulder, and his beautiful mouth was right between her thighs. She let her hand stray to his head, pushing her fingers through his hair, but he caught her by the wrist and drew her hand down, right down, till her fingers hovered over her entrance.

  She squirmed, sure the thrill of what he was asking her to do would make the heat at her center ooze out of her.

  Looking down, she saw him gazing at her sex, watching, like he said.

  “Oh yes, you like that don’t you. If you could just see what I see.”

  Summer gave a small smile. He liked it. Loved it, and rather than being diminished by taking instruction, she felt herself swell as his attention stroked her. Opening her legs a little wider, she gave herself a tentative touch and felt the hot, warm slick of her juices immediately glide over her finger.

  “Shit, yes. Do that again. Deeper, babe.”

  She did, sending a finger inside herself, watching him watch her, his hands having moved to massage her inner thighs in big, deep circles. It was glorious. She’d never touched herself in front of anyone before. She pulled out, and he took her wrist gently then put her finger into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue as he did so. She caught her breath.

  Keeping her gaze locked in his, he sucked on her finger again. “You taste amazing.”

  An overwhelming desire to wrap herself around this man ran through Summer. She was a goddess under his touch, the goddess she’d always hoped s
he was in the water, but never dreamed she might be in the bedroom.

  “This is so much better in reality than in the dream,” he said. “But I wouldn’t want you to feel like you were missing out on the full picture. Here, let me show you what happened next.” He leaned forward, and his tongue took a long lick along the full length of her slit, and the shudder coursed through Summer’s whole body.

  “Want me to do that again?”

  She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. This was all new. This control she felt, this level of lust, this power.

  “Now, there, right there, touch yourself.” He gently guided her hand till two fingers were circling the wet nub of her clit, and, satisfied she was following instruction, bent his head forward to dip his tongue into her again.

  He might as well have dipped a stick of dynamite inside her and lit the fuse because the combination of him watching her touch herself and his tongue roughing up her wet-self, sent ripples of crazy sensation through Summer. “I’m close,” she said, and even to her own ears her voice sounded desperately husky.

  “Glad to hear it,” Ashton growled. “Because what happened next in my dream was that we drove you over the edge together.”

  As he spoke, he took her hand and, pressing their palms together, sent one of her fingers and one of his inside to caress her wet crease. “Look at me. I want to see everything.”

  As he guided her in and out, she felt her climax building, and when he put his tongue to her again she thought she would fall apart entirely.

  “Give me your other hand,” she said, and he guided it to her clit.

  “Oh, man, yes, oh please.”

  He pulled his finger out and suddenly she was riding solo, rubbing and thrusting and pleasuring herself over the edge with him kneeling before her. She shut her eyes, unable to stop, unable to do anything but ride the wave that shook her whole body. Up, up, and over the crest till the shudders subsided and she coasted down the other side, the muscles inside her pulsing, twitching, gripping at her finger as she finally let it slide out.

  “Hot damn. That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

  Summer leaned down from the chair and pulled him up by the shoulders till he was kneeling, his face was level with hers. Trailing her hands down his chest, she took his rigid length in her hand and stroked it, feeling the blood pulse under her fingers. “Your turn.”

  He put a hand on hers, stopping the movement. “That’s not how the dream ends.”

  “It’s not?”

  He uncurled her hand from his cock and stood, pulling her up with him. Pushing his hands through her hair, he tipped her head up for a kiss, and she felt, unbelievably, the hunger surging through her again. He nipped at her bottom lip, quite hard, enough for her to flinch, but immediately he licked at the spot, soothing the pain away and only leaving the sting of his demand in her mouth.

  They clashed teeth, each probe of his tongue challenging her to open further, let him in deeper. His hands traced their way from her hair, down her neck till they cupped her breasts. “It started with a massage and then…” he said as he came up from the kiss for a breath. Stroking then kneading each breast in turn, he stoked her lust, made her greedy for him. Then he tweaked the hard peek of her nipple till she almost buckled and wanted only to feel him grind against her.

  Summer put her hands over his so together they kneaded each breast in turn. “I want to feel your teeth on me,” Summer managed, and he ducked his head immediately, taking her breast into his mouth, flicking her nipple with his tongue and then grazing it deliciously with his teeth. “Like that?”

  Hells yes. “More.” He obliged, and she let her head drop back as he bent to her. “What happened at the end? Show me,” she demanded.

  “Better watch out what you ask for,” he growled, and the hunger in his voice matched hers so exactly, Summer’s heart set up a beat that could have rivaled a jazz drummer.

  “I want to have you inside me. I want to feel you come with me again.”

  “Any more talk like that and I’m going to have you over this couch,” Ashton said, his voice a dark whisper in her ear.

  “And what if I tell you that’s how I want it?”

  “I thought you’d be the take-me-to-bed type,” he said.

  She pulled back, put a hand around his rock-solid cock, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Push me up against something hard. Open my legs and take me.”

  Letting out a low grunt, Ashton scooped her up, and in three steps had her pushed up against the back of the couch. Gone was her vista of him, but she felt his eyes hot on her, as if she could still see them licking over her naked skin. He didn’t touch her, but his presence behind her was like an electric charge. “Hands where I can see ’em,” he growled in her ear.

  Then he broke the spell. Taking her by the wrists, he put her hands on the top of the back of the couch. Then coming up behind her, he pushed her towards the couch till her groin was hard up against its back. “Don’t. Move.”

  “And if I do?” She started back around, and he pushed her hands down into the couch again.

  “You’ve finally found your power. I get it. But I’m not asking you to give it up long-term. Just in this moment. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

  She clenched at the fabric of the couch and waited a little breathlessly for him to make the next move. He read her so well. “If you say so.”

  “Oh, I say so.” He trailed the tips of his fingers down her back, sending shivers over her skin, then kissed a line of shivery kisses down the arch of her spine, making her step back towards him, seeking the feel of his hard cock against her butt.

  “I said, don’t move.”

  He put his hands on her hips and pushed them towards the couch again before retreating. “Close your eyes.”

  He reached around from behind her, putting one finger to her lips and the other to her breast, pinching the nipple hard so she bucked and arched back.

  “You did say you wanted to know how the dream ended.”

  Summer checked herself and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

  “Good girl,” he said, and suddenly his hands were moving down her body to her hips and he was pushing her forward with one hand at the base of her neck and the other pushing her pelvis hard into the couch. “Remember how you asked me to open you up?”

  She managed a “yes,” which sounded more like a whimper than a word.

  He smoothed his hands over her butt and nudged her feet with his so she was wide open, spread eagled over the back of the couch. Knowing his cock was just waiting behind her and not being able to see what he was going to do next made her bite her lip, and she had to swallow the demand that he take her now.

  She felt him leave a second, then heard the crinkle of a condom before she felt him behind her again. “Your ass is delicious. I wish you could see yourself.” Both hands were suddenly on her butt, squeezing hard, then kneading in large, rhythmic circles, somehow making her open her legs further and further. “That’s just about right. Shall we see if you like it as much as I do?” He slid a hand down the cleft of her butt until he dragged the tips of two fingers along the soaking wet line of her pussy.

  He dipped them into her, and she squirmed against them, wishing he’d give her more.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said and plunged them in deep, right to the knuckles. She cried out his name, as the prone position and the knowledge of him so hard and so close behind her, combined with the pressure of his fingers smoothing her slick passage, threatened to undo her a second time without him even having entered her.

  “If you don’t take me this second, I’m going to come without you again, and your dream will be just that.”

  “I already told you,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her cheeks open, “this is much better than my dream.” He put his cock to her entrance, and having him tantalizingly close made her push back against him.

  “Now now, this is my one moment to be the boss of you remembe
r? Not till I say so.”

  He stayed there, tormenting her entrance, and Summer stopped breathing, her focus entirely on him. As if he felt it, felt the moment contract into the singularity of the two of them, he exhaled, “Now,” then drove his cock into her in one hard motion, grinding her pelvis against the couch and making her grip the fabric with both hands.

  They stayed there a moment, both of them close to the edge, and then as he drew back, she pushed against him, pulling him deeper into herself.

  “You’re going to have me filling you up in far too short a time if you try that again,” Ashton growled.

  “Do it,” she gasped. “I want to feel you.”

  She felt his grip on her ass tighten, and he picked up his speed, letting go of his control and hammering her from behind while he held her hips steady. The rhythm settled her a fraction, and she gave herself to it, rocking her hips with him to give him deeper and deeper access. Whether it was the way he had opened her legs, or the prone position he’d put her in, his cock rammed against some secret pleasure spot she hadn’t known she had. As his long, even strokes picked up the tempo, she felt her legs starting to shake.

  “Oh yeah. You have no idea the great view I’m getting.” His voice was a craggy echo of its usual self, and the thrill of how much he was enjoying it, enjoying her, gave her the final confidence boost she didn’t realize she’d been waiting for.

  “Touch me. And don’t be gentle, I want to feel your cock pounding me as I come.”

  Ashton said nothing, just gave a deep, guttural grunt, and pulled her back off the couch a fraction to slip one hand down the front of her body and put a finger to her clit. Then pushing her back up against the couch with the force of his pelvis, he did as she asked, pounding her one, two, three as his fingers circled and then—“Ashton!”—he pinched the nub of her clit and she was exploding.