Chapter Twenty-Two

Murphy’s cold nose against her bare arm prodded Summer awake. Opening her eyes, she spied her fluffy white pet sitting at the side of the bed. “You probably have to go out, don’t you?”

Murphy wagged her tail in answer to Summer’s question.

Summer resisted the urge to lean back into Night’s prime body, still spooning her against him. He provided warmth, safety, perfect love making and so much more. Never had she been so content and she hoped this would be the first day of many to come, curled in his arms as they both snuggled nude in bed together.

“I’ll let her out for you.” Night’s sleepy voice carried easily in the room. The resulting puff of air tickled her ear.

“Nah. I’ll get her. But thanks for offering.” While he hadn’t discussed his latest mission in any detail, she knew he had to be worn out both physically and emotionally. Confronting his father had to have taken a toll on him, as evidenced by his somber mood the night before last when he spoke of the shell of a man his father had become. She wanted to kick the old man for abusing his small family and for taking the easy road. Both Night and his mother deserved so much better.

After tossing the sheets aside, Summer climbed out of bed, pausing only to grab a nearby robe hanging on the closet door and cover her body. She glanced back, found Night watching her with blatant interest, his eyes glowing like a banked fire. Grinning shyly, she savored the thrill for a brief moment, knowing that even after their first round of sensational sex, Night still wanted her. Unfortunately, another dip into rapture had to wait.

Murphy led the way to the front door.

Along the way, Summer took a moment to analyze her body. Besides feeling a little sticky between her legs, she really had no complaints. A tribute to Night’s tender ways. She needed to jump in the shower before returning to bed, a must if they were to continue where they left off. And, she definitely wanted to continue with their play.

Summer stepped out first then held the door open for her pet. “Go on.”

While the dog trotted around, Summer sucked in a deep breath, enjoying the rain cooled air, the refreshing scent of plant life, and the almost chilly aftermath of the pounding storm which had soaked both her and Night on their abbreviated date earlier this morning.

A stout breeze blew, sending a shiver through Summer. She wrapped her arms around her middle and waited patiently for Murphy to return, content despite standing barefoot on a wet porch, in temperatures more suited for clothing.

Luckily, Murphy finished quickly, jogging back up the porch steps. She paused to wipe the dog’s feet on a nearby towel, then her own, not wanting to track on her clean floors, and opened the door to allow Murphy back in. She took a moment to look out over the pastures where her horses presently grazed.

The squeak of the front door drew her attention. Turning, she found Night stepping out onto the porch with only a towel wrapped around his middle.

She found herself staring, taking in each nuance of Night, from his sculpted face to every ripple of toned muscle in his fine body. Power radiated from the man along with grace and dignity. His complexion only added to the allure.

He turned and peered down at her.

Despite all the eye candy, his deep blue eyes drew her focus the most. They twinkled with mischief, passion, and hunger.

Probably a mirror of her own, considering that just the sight of him practically nude on her porch made parts of her body sit up and take notice. She arched an eyebrow at him then lowered her focus back to the terry cloth covering his groin. “Feeling coy?” She startled herself with the teasing comment, so risqué and unlike her. Along with taking her virginity, Night must have released her inner hussy in the process. Not necessarily a bad thing, depending upon what slipped out of her mouth.

The corners of his mouth curled up. “There’s no need for modesty as far as I’m concerned. But, since you’re new to this, I figured to save you a bit of embarrassment when I caught you staring at my cock.” His low baritone along with the statement sent a shiver of desire coursing through her.

She tempered her arousal with a dose of reality. Shower first then she could explore his exceptional body again, discover another level of delights, equal to or greater than before.

She traced her fingertips over his lips, grinning when he kissed them. “I’ll admit I would have stared simply because I can’t get enough of you, of your perfect body, or your loving. The downfall to being a sex symbol.”

He chuckled. “Far from that, sweetheart. Scarred and beat up is more like it.”

Purposely, she raked his body with her gaze then returned to his face once more. “Just as I thought. Totally drool worthy.” She grasped onto her new found flirty side and licked her lips. “Just to be sure, I might need another hour or two of you naked, lying on the bed, while I explore all the good parts that I missed before.”

His eyes danced as a low groan emerged from his throat. “You’re driving me nuts already.” He tugged her flush with his body.

She felt his rod prod her belly and sighed with longing.

Just as he lowered his head, she wiggled free.

A frown appeared on Night’s face along with a healthy dose of confusion. “What is it?”

Her face heated, but she wasn’t about to return to the bed and their carnal activities without cleaning up first. Nearly losing her nerve, her gaze lowered enough to focus on the intriguing tent under his towel. “I need to take a shower. I’m sticky.”

Night used one finger under her chin to bring her attention back to his face. She found a bit of amusement and understanding written clearly.

“Want to conserve water with me?”

Two weeks ago, she would have balked at the idea of sharing a shower with a man she’d only known for a few days. Today, she jumped at the chance. A brush with near death had taught her a few lessons. Namely to enjoy each day and make the best of what time she had because she never knew when the end might appear. “I’d like that.”

He took her hand and led her back inside. Murphy had already plopped down on her favorite rug inside while waiting for them to return. Summer glanced over at her pet as Summer followed along behind Night. He didn’t stop until he and Summer stood next to the shower.

He turned on the shower, checked the temperature, then turned back to face her. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed his towel aside then pushed the robe from Summer’s shoulders. “Beautiful. I’ll never tire of looking at you.” His blue eyes deepened.

“Nor I, you.” Unable to resist temptation, she ran her hands across his wide chest, noting the hardness of his muscles and resiliency of his skin. His deep, almost copper, tones contrasted with her much lighter complexion, a compelling blend.

Night caught her hands in one of his. “Let’s get clean first. Personally, I hate cold showers and would prefer not to run out of water before we’re done.”

“I want to wash you first.” Summer stepped inside, crowded against the back, in order to give Night some room near the faucet. Her shower, built decades earlier could handle two—barely. After accepting the washcloth from Night, she wet it then added plenty of body wash, enough to form a nice lather. She started with his face, careful to keep the suds out of his eyes, then she headed south, learning the contours of his body, noting the way his muscles contracted and jerked under her touch, reveling in his hitched breath and his rapidly growing erection. All reinforced her effect on him—a big boost to her ego.

By the time she’d reached his lower abdomen, she’d formulated a plan. “Turn around. I’ll do your back as you rinse.” He arched an eyebrow and flashed a grin, but didn’t argue.

As soon as he’d spun around, she started on his other side, working across bulging muscles leading down to a narrow waist. For a second she struggled with her courage to dip lower then firmed her resolve. She brushed across his butt cheeks, enjoying the tightness, before slipping down in between in a brief sweep. Resisting the temptation to linger, she squatted down and washed his legs and feet. The task complete, she stood back up. “Turn please.”

He did, allowing the steamy water to rinse his back. However, she didn’t pay much attention to the spray or the soap washing down the drain. Instead, her focus latched onto Night’s jutting shaft and stayed there.

The length and width amazed her, ratcheted up her arousal, and whetted her appetite for more erotic play. As she watched, a drop formed at the tip. “Oh, my.” Reaching out, she encircled his cock with her fingers, squeezing gently, while measuring him from tip to base and back again.

Night groaned.

She peered up at him and swallowed. His chiseled face grew taut as his eyes slitted and sensual need radiated from his entire body. He reminded her of a modern day warrior—powerful, intense, and oh, so needy for something she couldn’t wait to provide. Herself on a platter of cotton sheets.

Without uttering a word, Night took the cloth from her slack fingers, added more gel then made a circling motion with his fingers. She obediently pivoted, giving him her back, then moaned at the relaxing back rub that ensued. Thorough, yet quick, his caresses dropped lower.

A shiver coursed through her as Night mirrored her recent actions, parting her cheeks and trailing the cloth lightly across tender skin. Before she could utter a protest or dance away, he’d moved on, working on her legs.

“Now trade places.” His voice took on a gruff quality as he helped her maneuver in the small stall.

Hot water cascaded down her back as Night started on her front. He paid particular attention to her breasts, tweaked the nipples then continued on his journey, his banked desire more than obvious in his touches, his tight lips, and his sparking eyes.

He ran the cloth up her inner thigh then cupped her mound.

Summer jumped at the intimate contact. Not from fear or pain, simply a habit from years of celibacy. One morning of divine pleasure obviously wasn’t enough to grow accustomed to a man’s hand between her legs. She smiled apologetically up at Night.

His gaze pinned hers, refusing to allow her to escape, while he cleansed the area with tender care. “Are you sore?”

Her face heated, a fact she blamed on the sauna-like shower. “No, not really. I thought I would be, but so far, so good.”

“Up for another round?” The corner of his mouth hitched up.

“Absolutely. After all, I’m a bit behind on the learning curve. Maybe you can catch me up.” She teased back, more than ready to discover more secrets under Night’s tutelage.

He handed her a bottle of shampoo. “Hurry up. I can’t wait much longer.”

Dutifully, she scrubbed her hair, noting Night did the same. They took turns in front of the spray and Summer shut the faucet off just as the water temperature tended to luke warm. She stepped out of the shower and into a fluffy towel Night held for her. Wrapped in warmth, she took a long minute to enjoy Night patting himself dry. Every bit of himself. Including his still hard dick and the appealing ball-filled sac underneath.

He stood back up and tossed the damp towel aside, a slow grin appearing on his face. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, yeah.” She barely managed to tear her focus from his shaft.

“Then dry off, sweetheart, and come to bed. You want another crack at me and I can’t wait to get another taste of you.” With a wicked wink, he left the bathroom.

Summer dried off in record time. After running a comb through her hair, she managed to put the long locks in some semblance of order. After brushing her teeth and taking care of all necessities, she paused at the mirror before declaring herself presentable.

Upon stepping into the bedroom, she found a sight she knew would be committed to memory forever.

Night sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, one leg bent, the other flat. His cock stood to attention as he lazily stroked himself. He appeared to be keeping the area warm for her return. A condom now covered his erection, in preparation for what was to come.

Moisture, owing nothing to the water from the shower, dampened her upper thighs. She bit her lip and watched Night’s eyes dance with longing and need for a split second before her focus dropped back to his hand on the part of his body she needed the most.

I’ve turned into a sex glutton. She chided herself then shook off the comment, too thrilled to have such a wonderful man, patiently waiting for her to join him.

A few short strides brought her to the bed. She crawled on all fours until she straddled his legs, then a bit farther up to seal her lips over his with passion. She found it and then some in Night’s kiss. He gave her only a few seconds of exploration before aggressively taking over the lip-lock, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and plundering her depths. Wildly stimulating, she allowed him to lead, met his enthusiasm, and knew no one else in the world would do for Night had captured her heart, body, and soul.

She broke the kiss and sucked in air.

“Ride me, Summer. Just like you ride those champion horses of yours.” Night watched the myriad of emotions crossing Summer’s face and nearly melted on the spot. Her eyes, filled with appreciation and want, locked onto his leaking dick, setting fire to his blood without a single touch. A unique mixture of shyness and siren, Summer fulfilled all of his dreams and then some. Her previous virginal status perplexed him, but once he’d considered her personality and morals, he called himself lucky and promised to lead her into sex with patience and care.

She scooted forward, lining her hips up with his big cock. Night took advantage of her spread thighs, dipping his fingers into the moisture then slipping his index finger inside.

Her snug body welcomed him.

“Damn, you’re tight.” He added a second digit then sat up so he could lap at the raspberry nipple in front of his face. “So, hot and tight. I’ll never get enough of this—of you.”

Summer whimpered and squirmed, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders for balance.

He stared into her face. “Tell me you want me. Your body weeps with need, but I have to hear the words.”

She flicked her tongue over her lips. “I want you, Night. Now. I have to have you right now.” Her pelvis lurched when he twisted his wrist and rolled his fingers inside her cleft.

Languidly, he withdrew them, then used his hand still on his cock to rub the tip over her folds, bumping into her clit in the process.

She moaned and rubbed her chest against his.

Unable to resist another taste, he licked at her neck before he found her entrance with his cock, then pressed upward at the same moment she lowered, connecting their bodies in a melding of heat as old as time.

“Yes.” The softly whispered word lashed him like a whip, pushing him to hurry along, to slam deep, and fuck her so hard she’d scream out his name. As much as he wanted just that, he resisted, reminding himself of her nearly untried state, just one of the reasons he chose this position. To give her control over their love making and pursue whatever felt comfortable and right for her now.

By millimeters, she accepted his aching member. The heat and tightness nearly his undoing as she engulfed him at a snail speed. Ripples in her inner muscles lapped at him like a dozen tongues, sending him jetting to the very edge.

“Shit.” He ground his teeth and turned his thoughts to basic military code as a distraction to help plateau his excitement for the moment. Although though they’d had sex a couple of hours earlier, his body didn’t seem to care. Revved up and wired, he grappled with his control as she finally took him fully into her body.

Wrapping his arms around her, he savored the moment. “Ride me, baby. Like I’ve dreamed.”

Summer blinked down at him, her face scrunching in exquisite pleasure. Almost tentatively, she lifted then returned. After a couple of test strokes, she grew bolder, raising more, only to drop with more power and speed. Her hips circled then she rocked.

Night sat back and enjoyed the ride, allowing Summer to discover what she liked best and go with it. He played with her swaying breasts as they compelled him to caress, to weigh, to taste.

Her motions grew more frantic, causing him to grasp her ass cheeks, guiding her now and again as she jiggled above him, mewling and panting. “Take what you need, baby. Take from me. I want to watch you come.” He growled as she pounded against him then changed up the pace with a slower, rolling motion which rubbed every inch of his cock against her snug inner walls. Juices eased his penetration and overflowed to wet his tightening balls.

A muffled cry tore from her throat, turned up the heat to a full blaze, and set his groin on fire.

He adjusted his hold in order to snake his free hand between their bodies, finding the place where they joined. Brushing his fingers over the area, he found her swollen clit, and strummed.

She jerked.

“Right there?”

“Yes. Night. Yes!” Her head tilted back as she ground her pelvis against his, her short nails digging into his shoulders. The small sting only added to his rapidly approaching orgasm.

With precision, he worried the bundle of nerves, then pinged.

Her body tensed so tight he feared she might break.

In between circling the delicate clit, he rubbed with tender care. Once. Twice. A third time. Tingling started at the base of his spine. He steeled himself to hang on for a bit longer, just until he knew Summer had reached a strong, soaring orgasm.

Summer’s channel gripped his dick so tight he saw stars. A split second later, strong clenching began, a drawing pattern which pushed him to the very edge.

“Night!”

The sound of his name uttered in the throes of her climax shoved him right over the edge. He exploded with a quiet roar, holding onto Summer with bridled strength as wave after wave rushed through him. Endless pulses accompanied the rip roaring climax as he emptied inside her body.

Time failed to register as Night basked in the afterglow, cradling Summer, whose head rested on his shoulder. Her breathing calmed as did his, leaving him in a sated, contented state. “I love you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth.

She sat up and peered down at him, her face relaxed and relieved as if she’d been well pleased by her man. “No more than I love you.” A wicked smile appeared as she gyrated her hips and clenched her inner muscles.

He bit back a groan as her core massaged his sensitive cock, giving it new life.

“I think I’ve created a monster.”

She beamed. “Maybe so, but it’s your fault. If you weren’t so great at sex, I’d be kicking you out of my bed already.”

He picked up on her humorous mood and jumped in. “So you only love me for my body and my skills?”

She traced his chest, plucked at a nipple then soothed the area. “That’s not everything.”

“Good. I’d hate to think that I’m just a stud muffin to you.”

“Stud muffin. I like that.” She tittered. “Stud muffin. Protector. Sexy lover and the only man I ever want.”

“Keep thinking that way.” He nuzzled her earlobe. “Because I’m not about to give up the best thing in my life.”

“No problems there.” She traced her fingers down to where they were still joined. “I can’t seem to get enough. Of you. Of this…”

He sealed his lips over hers and demonstrated his feelings all over again. Not stopping until they both raised the white flag for the afternoon.