by Allie Able
I grab my beer off of the ledge and take a healthy gulp, trying to remind myself that I am a 30 year old man, almost 31. I can control my body and not act like a fucking adolescent teen, who just saw his first pair of tits. The pep talk doesn't work and the beer is definitely not cooling me down. Summer just does it for me. There is something about her that turns me on and makes me crazy like no one ever has before. It's not just her body, it's also how sweet she is and how she doesn't even recognize how fucking gorgeous she is. Every other woman would be showing off her body, putting it on display for me, but I like how shy Summer is.
I watch as she goes under the water to get her hair wet. She smiles at me, when she comes back up, and swims over to me, to get her beer. There is no makeup running down her face, like I have seen on other women countless times before, just natural beauty.
“Are you okay?” she asks, while reaching out to touch my arm.
I take another large drink of my beer, before setting it down. “No,” I say, turning to face her. “I'm not okay. I am so far from okay it's not even funny.”
She looks taken aback by my words and quickly moves her hand away from my arm. She takes two steps back from me and sets her bottle down on the edge of the pool. Before she can move any further, I grab her hand.
“I didn't mean that the way it came out,” I say, as I run the hand that's not holding onto her's, through my hair, “I don't know what it is about you, Summer, but since the moment I met you, you're all I can think about. You have no idea how important you are to me, and I have no idea how to explain it to you. I have never felt like this before and to be honest, it is confusing the fuck out of me. All I know is, I crave you and not just your body, but also your smile, your laugh, just being around you makes me happier than I have ever been before.” I pull her closer to me and wrap my arms around her. She comes willingly, like she needs to touch me just as bad as I need to touch her. “I know there are things in your past that I don't know about, but I want to learn everything there is to know about you. We can take this as slow as you want, but what I feel when I'm with you, I don't want with anyone else,” I whisper.
Summer stares up at me, her mouth is hanging slightly ajar and I wonder if I was too honest. Is there such a thing as being too honest? I watch as tears gather in her eyes and I want to kick my own ass for making this beautiful woman cry.
“Sweetheart, please don't cry,” I say, as I cup her face in my hands. She shakes her head and briefly closes her eyes. I wipe away the few tears that escape, hoping she says something soon.
She opens her eyes and looks up at me. “They are tears of relief,” she says, making me feel confused, “No one has ever said anything like that too me before. They are tears of relief because I finally found one of the good guys.”
I'm still very much confused, but thankful she isn't kicking me out of her house. Before I can say anything else, her hands are in my hair and she is pulling me down to her mouth. She parts her lips and her tongue comes out to meet mine. This kiss is different from any kiss I have ever had before. It's sweet, gentle and perfect. I suddenly can't get enough of her. I pull her closer to me and lift her up so that her legs are wrapped around my waist. I take a few steps forward and push her up against the side of the pool, putting my hands around her back, protecting her from the rough concrete. I grind my self against her center and she moans into my mouth. She pulls back and takes my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging lightly.
“Take us inside,” she whispers against my lips.
She wraps her arms around my neck and I put my hands on her ass to pick her up higher. I walk towards the stairs and out of the pool. I pull away from her mouth, long enough to lick the drops of water off of her neck and navigate us towards the doors that lead to her bedroom. I carry her into her bathroom and sit her down on the counter. I lift my head away from her neck, so that I can look in her eyes.
“Are you cold?”
She nods her head, but doesn't pull away from me. I reach over and grab the towel, that's hanging by her sink, and start to dry her off the best I can, with her legs and arms still wrapped around me.
Once she's not dripping wet anymore, I lay the towel down and remove her arms from around my neck. “Do you want me to let you get changed into something warm?” I ask.
She shakes her head and reaches behind her to untie her bathing suit top. I promised her I would take this as slow as she wants. I want nothing more than to finish stripping her down and get into her bed, but I won't rush her into anything.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” I ask in a rough whisper.
She finishes untying the string and drops her top to the floor, revealing her perfect breasts to me. She leans in, pushing her chest against mine, as she kisses my neck.
“I want you,” she says against my skin, “I want to touch you and I want you to touch me.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. How in the hell am I suppose to take this slow, with her beautiful mouth saying shit like that? I feel my cock getting even harder in my swim trunks and she must feel it because her hips give a little roll, as she presses her center against me.
I moan and squeeze her ass in my hands, holding her tight against me. “Are you sure, Summer? I meant what I said outside. We can take this as slow as you want.”
She pulls away from my neck and looks up into my eyes, “I promise I will let you know if I am uncomfortable with anything you do, but I will tell you right now, Grant, I want you. Nothing you do will change that.”
I look into her eyes and see no hesitation, just trust. “Hold on,” I demand.
She immediately wraps her arms around my neck, again. I pick her up and carry her into her bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Summer
I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS boldness is coming from, but I'm thankful for it. I have never wanted anything more than I want Grant right now. I want to feel his naked skin against mine. I want his mouth all over me and I want to feel his hardness sliding inside of me.
He carries me into my bedroom. He crawls to the middle of the bed, still holding onto me, and lays us down, with him on top.
“Promise me, that if at any point you want to stop or if I take it farther than you're comfortable with, you will let me know,” he demands, looking down at me.
I run my hand over the scruffiness on his jaw and tell him what he wants to hear, but in no way am I going to tell him to stop. I want this too much. “I promise.”
He dips his head and gives me a kiss that starts out soft and sweet, but quickly turns hard and demanding. He lowers himself down on his forearms, so that I'm taking most of his weight, and kisses down my neck. He uses his mouth, drawing a path all of the way to my breasts, where he draws my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. My hips jerk off of the bed and I let out a loud moan. He uses his hand, on my other breast, teasing my nipple into a hard point. He licks his way over to that one, taking it into his mouth, and giving it the same treatment. I need more. I need to feel him.
“Please,” I beg.
He lifts his head and looks up at me. “What do you need sweetheart?” he asks.
“You. I need you,” I pant, as I use the heels of my feet, to try and push his swimming trunks off of him.
He lays on his side facing me, his hand drifts over my stomach going lower, until he reaches my bikini bottoms. “Do you need to come, Summer?” he asks hoarsely.
Before I can respond to him, his hand dips into my bottoms, finding me soaking wet. “Fuck, sweetheart, you're always so wet for me.”
All I can manage is a moan in response. He circles my clit with his middle finger, before removing his hand. I make a sound of protest, as he gets up from the bed.
“I'm just getting some protection. I'll be right back,” he reassures me.
I watch him as he grabs his wallet and gets a condom out, before walking back to the side of the bed. He tosses the condom beside the pillow and takes off his shorts. His hardness bobs against his stomach and I can't help but stare at him
. I knew, just by feeling him through his pants, that he was going to be larger than any man I have ever been with, but it's the girth that is so impressive.
“Summer, you have got to stop staring at my cock like that,” he says, in a teasing whisper, as he makes his way back over to me.
I feel myself blush and I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel him lay back down beside me. His large hand comes up to rest on my cheek and he turns my face towards him.
“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he says quietly. I hesitantly open my eyes and look at him. “I was just kidding. You can look at my manhood anytime you want,” he says, with a cocky grin. He runs the back of his hand down my cheek and his grin turns into a soft smile. “When you blush like that, it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” he whispers before bending his head and kissing me deeply.
His hand moves down my stomach and back to my bikini bottoms. He unties the sides, pulling it out from underneath me, and tossing them onto the floor. He pushes my legs apart and runs his finger up center, dipping the tip of his middle finger inside of me and collecting my wetness. His finger moves up to my clit, where he circles it until I'm panting into his mouth and grinding against his hand. He moves his hand away again and moves his body over mine. He kisses down my neck, taking a second to lick my nipples, before kissing down my belly.
He rests his big body between my legs and kisses my inner thigh. “Watch me, Summer,” he demands.
I raise up on my elbows and look down at him. He watches me, as he parts my lips and flicks his tongue against my sensitive clit. I can't help the loud moan that escapes me. His hand moves, to span across my stomach, from hip to hip, holding me down. He continues to gently licks my bundle of nerves, as he sinks one thick finger inside of me. I feel my lower stomach start to burn, with my impending orgasm. He sinks another finger into me and I immediately go off like a rocket, moaning his name. My wetness coats his fingers and I can feel my inner muscles contracting. My elbows slip out from underneath me and I throw my head back on the pillow, pushing my pelvis as close as I can get it to his face. He slows the movement of his fingers, as I tremble beneath him, and gently brings me down from my orgasm. I feel him wipe his face on my lower belly, before moving up my body.
I open my eyes to see him staring down at me, his blue eyes shinning. “I think my new favorite thing is making you come,” he says, while pushing my hair off of my face.
“I think it's my new favorite thing too,” I reply breathlessly.
He smiles and I see his dimples pop out. I reach up and run my finger over one of the indention's on his cheek. “I love your dimples,” I whisper.
He bends his head and kisses me in response. I can taste myself on him and I'm surprised to find that it turns me on even more. I lift my hips and rub my wetness on his hard cock, making him growl down my throat.
“That feels so fucking good. Are you sure you're ready for this, sweetheart?” he asks, as he breaks away from my mouth.
“I'm sure,” I reply, without hesitation.
He lifts his upper body off of mine and reaches for the condom, beside my head. He uses his teeth to tear into the package and I watch as he rolls in down his impressive length, giving himself a squeeze at the base. He leans back down over me, resting all of his weight on his elbow, that's beside my head, and using his other hand to guide himself. I rest my feet on the back of his legs and wrap my arms around his back. He teases my clit, with his wide head, making me rock my hips against him, before he moves lower, to my opening. Once he has himself in position, he lowers his body on top of me. His body is still for a moment, as he looks into my eyes and I am helpless to look away from his intense stare.
“I'll go slow, I promise,” he whispers as his lips meet mine.
He gives me a soft closed mouth kiss, before he moves back to watch my face. I feel the tip of him press inside me and I try to lift my hips to get him to go deeper, but it's no use with his big body on top of me. He goes slow, pushing in and then retreating, only to go a little deeper on the next thrust. I hitch my legs up so that they are wrapped around his waist and this causes him to slide all of the way in, until his pelvis is touching mine.
He buries his head in my neck, breathing hard, “You are so damn tight. Give me just a second, beautiful.”
I nod my head against his shoulder. Thinking I may need a minute, as well. I rub my hands up and down his back, feeling his hard muscles contract, under my touch. My inner muscles give an involuntary squeeze and Grant lifts his head,
“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling out and sinking back in.
He pushes up onto his hands, so he can look down at where we are connected. I look down too and moan at the sight. I reach my hand down between us to feel where we are connected.
“Shit, sweetheart, that's going to make me come,” he says with a deep moan.
I move my hand back up to his side and hold on. I lift my hips in rhythm with his and it doesn't take long, before I feel another orgasm building. Grant lifts up, all of the way on his knees and grips my waist with one hand, while the other finds my clit. He rubs tight circles, until I can't hold off anymore, and I come shouting his name. Grant buries his face into my neck and follows me over the edge, with his own release.
After the tremors of our orgasms have subsided, Grant switches our position, pulling me on top of him, without loosing our connection. He runs his hands up and down my back soothingly and, once I have finally gotten my breathing under control, I lift my head to look at him, my chin resting on chest. His eyes are already aimed down at me. His eyes are at half-mast and he looks sleepy and sated.
“Are you okay?” he asks with concern.
Instead of answering him with words, I just smile.
His hand comes to the back of my head, stroking my hair. “You're okay,” he says, answering his own question, with a grin.
I never knew it could be like this. Laying on top of Grant feeling safe, happy and more than a little satisfied. I can't help but fall for him a little bit more.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Grant
I GENTLY ROLL SUMMER OFF of me and kiss her on the forehead one more time, before getting up to go take care of the condom.
When I come back into the bedroom, she is laying on her side, with the sheet pulled up to her chest. I climb in beside her and arrange her body, so that my arm is around her back and her head is resting on my chest. I stroke my hand up and down her side, enjoying the way her soft skin feels under my hand. When I get to spot where I can feel the raised scars on her back, I stop and trace each one with my finger tips.
“What happened, sweetheart?” I ask gently.
Summer's whole body tenses up and I can feel the anxiety coming off of her in waves. I stroke her back soothingly, trying my best to calm her. At first, I don't think she is going to say anything. I'm just about to tell her that I will understand if she doesn't want to talk about it, but she starts to talk, before I can.
“I was married for six years, to a monster,” she says so quietly, I have to strain to hear her.
When it sinks in what she is actually saying, I struggle to not to show a reaction.
“I told you my parents died when I was 19,” she says.
I nod my head in acknowledgment.
“Well, I met Ryan right after they passed away. Looking back, I think I just desperately wanted someone to love me. I missed my parents so much and my only other relative was my Aunt Lila. Other than her, I was pretty much alone. When we started dating, he was charming and sweet. He did all of the right things, to make me fall in love with him. We got married right after I graduated from Vanderbilt. His parents owned a prominent Country Club in Tennessee, so our wedding was huge and flashy. I don't think I planned a single detail. We moved to his hometown and he went to work for his dad, at the club.”
She pauses and takes a huge breathe of air. I know whatever she is going to say next is going to rock me to my core.
“When we were dating, he was always a little contro
lling, but I over looked it. He changed after we were married. I should have known something wasn't right within the first year. I wanted to open up a bakery, but he refused to let me work outside of the house. He started yelling at me about small things, like dinner having too much pepper in it. The simplest things would set him off. I wasn't allowed to leave the house unless I asked him first and he approved it. I had no friends and even the contact I had with my Aunt was limited. Then one night, about a year into our marriage, he came home in a bad mood. I still don't know what exactly made him mad, but he hit me. He slapped me right across my face.”
My whole body goes rock solid. I had my suspicions that her husband had abused her, but to hear her confirm it, makes me feel like murdering someone, namely her ex-husband. I can feel the wetness of her tears against my chest. I try to push back my own emotions and soothe her. I know this has to be difficult for her to talk about. I stroke my hand up and down her back and she starts to talk, again.
“That night seemed to open up a whole new side of him, that I didn't even know existed. He knew he could hit me and get away with it. I felt so weak because I never left him. The first time it happened, I should have packed my bags and left or at least called the police, but I didn't. Ryan never apologized, that just wasn't who he was, instead he made me feel like it was my fault and that I deserved it. He had been eating away at my self esteem for over a year by that time, so I actually believed him. After that, it was a once a week thing, sometimes more often, depending on his mood. He didn't hit me in the face often. I assume that was because he didn't want to risk someone seeing me and questioning what was going on, behind closed doors. He preferred to hit my body, so all of the bruises and cuts stayed hidden beneath my clothing. That's how I got all of the scars.”
I squeeze her hard against me, not knowing what to say and not trusting my voice.
After a few silent moments, I clear my throat. “Where is he?”
She raises her head from where is was resting on my chest and looks into my eyes. The look in her's almost makes me come undone. I can see all of the pain and fear that the mother fucker caused her. I gently wipe her tears and hope to God, she never has to shed another one.
