Page 114 of Faking it For Summer

“Fuck me, Luke,” she whispers against my mouth. “Fuck me.”

And because I can’t resist her, I gently guide my cock inside of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I thrust into her slowly, loving the feel of her pussy as it clenches around me. I slide in a little bit harder, a little bit deeper, and she sobs in pleasure as she whispers against my ear.

“Oh, Luke.”

The sound drives me crazy, and I pull out and thrust into her again—faster and harder. This time, her eyes are wide open, burrowing into my soul. I kiss her lips and then move in and out of her, my body on fire. Her pussy is tight and warm, and I cannot believe this is finally happening. It feels like she was made for me and this moment. We are making love; I’ve been waiting years to experience with her, like we were destined for this moment.

I don’t know how much longer I can continue at this pace before I explode, so I pull out because I don’t want our first time to be something that she laughs about or doesn’t think is good enough.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

“I was about to come, and I didn’t want this to be over yet,” I tell her.

“So was I.”

“You can come for me now,” I say as I slip two fingers inside of her, wanting her pleasure before my own.

Her body arches, and she shivers. I can feel her inner walls tightening and that she’s close to coming. I rub her clit faster and faster.

“Luke,” she cries, “I’m nearly there.”

I quickly slide my fingers out of her and thrust my cock into her hard and fast, loving the feel of her wet pussy around me.

“Fuck, Luke.”

“Yeah, baby.”

I hold her tight to me as I let her enjoy every inch of me. And when I feel her coming hard and fast on me, I go faster and faster so that her breasts are slamming against my chest, and I kiss her hard and passionately while I hold her to me.

I explode inside of her because I can’t resist. I pull my cock out slowly, and we both just lie there on the sand, looking at each other.

“Wow,” she says, running her fingers lazily down my chest, and I turn to her with a smile.

“Wow indeed,” I say, laughing. “I think I might really like you, Mia.”

“I think I might really like you as well, Luke.”

This was our first time together, and it felt like the first time I’d ever really experienced what it was to make love. This was sex, but it was so much more. I felt connected to her in a way that could never be broken.

I want to tell her I love her. I want to tell her I adore her, that I never want to let her go, but I can’t tell her that. I don’t want to make too much of this. I don’t want to scare her. I need ‌her to always know that whatever we have, whatever she wants, will always remain the same.

I pull her into my arms, and she rests her head against my chest. I kiss her forehead, and she closes her eyes as she runs her fingers down the side of my body. This is the feeling that makes a life worth living. This is the cocoon I would choose for myself every lifetime.

“I missed you so much, Mia.” I whisper the words to the universe, hoping the intensity and depth of my comment can be felt in her heart.

“I missed you too,” she says, whispering against my skin.

“You did?” My heart skips a beat, I know it shouldn’t skip. Since when did I become such a sap?

“Yeah,” she says, looking up at me. “I had a really hard time falling asleep.”

“Well, I guess you needed time to think, huh?”

“I guess.” She giggles. “I didn’t think we’d be apart for two nights, and then we’d be having sex.”

I want to correct her. I want to saymaking love, but I can’t.

“I hope you’re ready for session number two in a little bit.”