Summer's Need (3 page)

When he pulled back she tried to chase his mouth, to keep
kissing him, but he shook his head. “I’m in charge of giving you pleasure right
now, Summer.” He cupped her left breast in his palm, his thumb drawing lazy
circles beneath her nipple, which tightened and ached for his touch.

She clenched her jaw and swallowed back the urge to try to
take control of the situation. In theory Ember’s orders of letting Dave take
the lead had seemed an easy thing, but in reality the giving up of control was
akin to cutting off her arm. Her desire cooled and she nodded, trying to force
a smile on her face. “Sure.”

He snorted and brushed his thumb lightly over her nipple,
stirring it back to life. “Will you stand up and take off your clothes for me?
Show me that beautiful body that I love so much?”

She glanced at the open French doors, then at the archway
leading to the rest of the house. “What about the neighbors and the kids?”

He grinned at her and gave her nipple a pinch that sent a
zing of warmth through her body. “Our neighbors are far enough away that they
can’t see us, and even if they did we have a forest between our house and
theirs.” He released her breast and pointed to the end table where two of their
old baby monitors sat. “And I have a monitor set up in each of the boys’ rooms
so we’ll hear them if they open their door.”

She eyed those monitors he must have dug up out of the
basement storage and gave him a suspicious look. “Did you know I’d be coming
down here?”

He smoothed away her frown with his thumbs. “No, but I was
hoping. That kiss we shared this afternoon, I haven’t kissed you like that in a
long time, too long.” He ran his hands through her hair, playing with a stray
curl. “The only thing I want you to do is enjoy. Now stop stalling and take off
your clothes.”

She stood from his lap, fumbling with the first button on
her shirt. He grabbed the master remote control from the coffee table and
turned the movie off, putting on a soft jazz station and lowering the lights in
the room until they glowed with a soft golden hue like candlelight.

Chapter Three

Her heart beat a rapid pace as she shrugged out of her top
before neatly folding it and laying it on the back of the couch next to her
husband. His hand traced along her rib cage, drawing a giggle from her and
slowing her pulse. She paused there, letting his touch travel over her back,
tracing the indent of her spine with a feather-soft touch. Goosebumps broke out
over her skin and he unhooked the back of her bra, sweeping his rough palm over
her shoulder.

She stood back and let the bra slip down her arms, conscious
that her breasts weren’t as perky as they used to be. The cool air beaded her
nipples and she crossed her arms over her chest. He cocked his head and looked
up at her before gently grasping her hips and pulling her closer, his warm
breath stroking over the skin of her stomach. The soft down of his hair tickled
her belly as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her hip.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. “How did I
ever get so lucky?”

The affection in his tone loosened the coil in her belly and
she dropped her arms from her chest, running her fingers through his hair. “I
ask myself that every day.”

He looked up at her, his dark brows raised in surprise.
“Really?”

A flush heated her cheeks but she forced herself to hold his
gaze, to say the words that wanted to stay hidden in her heart. “You’re so
warm, so generous. And you’re the kindest man I’ve ever met.”

He cleared his throat and gave her a teasing smile that
didn’t match the seriousness in his gaze. “Don’t forget smart, sexy and
modest.”

She pushed him back with a soft laugh. “I guess you’re
pretty good-looking for an old man.”

He gave her a narrow-eyed glare that sent a wave of warmth
through her. “Old man, huh?”

Tossing her hair over her shoulder she shrugged, enjoying
the way his gaze fastened on her breasts. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

He growled and lunged at her, but she sidestepped him and
laughed as he tumbled to the floor. “Be careful, don’t want you to break your
hip.”

This time he didn’t give her any warning, just sprang up and
managed to hook the back of her pajama pants. Laughing and struggling, she
managed to get free of his grasp, minus her pants. Clad only in her pink cotton
panties she scrambled away from him, giggling too hard to get very far. He
followed after her, the teasing gone from his expression and replaced by a heat
that sent a rush of moisture between her thighs.

He managed to grasp one of her ankles and dragged her back
to him, easily dodging her flailing limbs and pinning her on her stomach with
his weight. The iron bar of his erection pressed into the softness of her ass
and she wiggled against him, eliciting a groan. He shifted his weight and the
carpet scraped across her nipples in a delicious manner. She rocked against
him, rubbing herself into his body like a cat in heat.

Reaching between them, he tugged at her panties and growled
with frustration when he couldn’t get them off in this position. He placed his
hand between her shoulder blades and held her pinned to the carpet before
lifting himself off her. “Raise that pretty ass up in the air for me.”

The guttural tone in his voice made her feel so wanted, so
turned-on. She did as he asked, lifting her hips and helping him take off her
panties as much as she could with him still pinning her to the carpet like a
wolf with his prey. The heat coming from his skin warmed her to the core and
she gasped when he ran a finger through the wet folds of her pussy, parting her
inner lips and circling around the hard nub of her clit. She wanted to arch, to
push herself back into his touch, but the position he held her in limited her movements.
Instead she could only moan as he gathered her moisture and spread it all over
her pussy, making her slick and needy.

“Please,” she said in a soft whisper.

“No.”

She tried to look at him but he pressed her harder into the
carpet, which turned her on even more. “What?”

“I said no. You’re mine to play with, Summer. Mine to
please, mine to do with as I want.” Her protest died on her lips as he took her
hard clit between his fingers and gently squeezed. “Do you trust me to give you
what you need?”

When she didn’t answer right away he increased the pressure
on her clit, making her empty vagina clench and squeeze. “Yes, God, yes.”

His grip on her nub eased and she shuddered, aching for him.
“Spread your legs wider for me.”

She instantly complied, thrusting herself shamelessly toward
him. The cool air made her aware of how wet she was and she couldn’t remember
the last time she’d been this turned-on. Her analytical mind tried to
rationalize why this appealed to her so much but before she could really think
about it he moved away and she mewled in protest.

“Wait—”

The words died in her throat as she registered the soft
brush of his hair between her legs a second before his mouth made contact with
her pussy. She would have fallen except he was now on his back beneath her.
After the first lick he helped her settle her legs so her thighs were on either
side of his face and her hands braced in front of her.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled before giving her another
lick. “The prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen.”

A shudder ran through her as he gripped her bottom and
pulled her down to him, fastening his mouth over as much of her pussy as he
could. Then he sucked hard and her toes curled into the carpet. His tongue
seemed to be everywhere, licking along her outer lips, probing the tight
entrance of her sheath, teasing the hood of her clit. Around and around his
tongue circled, stroking the sides of that tight nub until she tried to shift
her hips so his tongue would stroke her where she needed it the most.

He nipped the tip of her clit and she shrieked at the
pleasure and pain that rocketed through her. His low growl vibrated through her
and he began to nibble harder, biting her labia and then soothing it with a
sweep of his tongue, only to bite again on the other side. He’d never been this
rough, this primal with her before, and she absolutely loved it. His grip on
her bottom grew harder and she vaguely wondered if she’d have bruises tomorrow.
Not that she cared, he could do anything he wanted to her right now and she’d
gladly let him as long as he didn’t stop.

The coil in her belly wound tighter until every lick, every
nibble seemed to push her closer to the edge of her orgasm. When he pushed her
back she cried out in protest, her thighs shaking with need.

“I want you to ride my face, my tongue. I want you to fuck
yourself on me until you come.”

Her head sagged as the pure eroticism of his words crashed
through her. He lay back and she looked down between her arms as his tongue
rested against her clit, not moving. Needing no further encouragement she
rocked her hips, getting a feel for how he would respond, clenching as she
pressed harder onto his tongue. Over and over she raked her clit over his
mouth, a sheen of sweat breaking out over her skin as her orgasm crept closer
and closer. He encouraged her, giving her every ounce of his considerable skill
until she truly ground her pussy on his mouth, biting her lip to keep from
screaming as he sucked directly on her clit.

When he gently bit the base of the tiny bundle of nerves she
couldn’t hold back the orgasm if she’d tried. Her whole body stiffened and for
one excruciating moment the pleasure became so intense the entire world
disappeared and she floated in darkness. Reality returned with a rush of
sensation, her hips snapping against his face with each contraction. He
followed her, not letting her pull away from him, licking and sucking up every
drop of pleasure she had to offer.

It became too much and she tried to roll off him, but he
held her fast and gentled his licks, making them long and soothing strokes that
kept pulling soft moans from her. A shiver racked her body and he gently eased
her off him, laughing when she collapsed into a boneless pile on the carpet.
Aftershocks of her orgasm blasted along her nerves and her pussy felt swollen
and tender.

His lips gently traced over hers, the smell of her arousal
on his breath as she returned his kiss with a lazy abandon, softly cocooned in
an amazing rush of endorphins that had her grinning at him when he pulled back.

He brushed her hair from her cheek and the dimple in his
chin deepened as he smiled at her. “Well, I think it’s safe to say you enjoyed
that.”

She could only nod and stretch, enjoying the way his gaze
heated as he stared at her breasts and then lower to her pussy. Remembering his
words as to how beautiful he thought she was she spread her legs, letting him
look his fill. “Thank you. That was…just wow.”

His smile turned smug and he traced the small indent of her
navel. “I love pleasing you, Summer. I love it when you surrender yourself to
me, that you trust me enough to give you pleasure. I know how hard it is for
you to let down your guard with anyone.”

She closed her eyes, unable to face the intimacy of his
gaze. “I’m sorry you have such an emotional nutcase for a wife.”

“Don’t you ever say that.” The anger in his words surprised
her and she looked at him, captured by the intensity of his gaze. “Having
emotions doesn’t make you crazy, it makes you human. I’m sorry your robot
parents didn’t understand that.”

Immediately the need to defend her family put her on the
offensive but before she could say anything he put his hand over her mouth,
scowling when she bit his palm. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Your
parents loved you in their own way, but you are such a gentle and sensitive
woman. I hate that they made you feel ashamed of loving, that they set
impossibly high standards for any child to meet in order to earn their love.”

The bliss of her orgasm quickly receded and she pushed away
from him, grabbing the throw off the back of the couch and wrapping it around
her. “Just because my parents weren’t the hippie-dippy-free-love space heads
that your parents are doesn’t make them bad people. Some of us have to work for
a living.” As soon as she said that she wished she could take it back, but the
words were out and the hurt done.

Dave’s cheeks flooded with red and he pushed away from her.
“Well, at least my hippie parents had their priorities straight. I had a mom
and
dad who tucked me into bed every night.” He clenched his fists and sat forward.
“How about you? Oh wait, I know, your father had important business to do.”

Hot anger flushed through her until her ears rang. “You
forgot to mention that your power and water got shut off every other month
because your pot-smoking parents didn’t pay the bills. It would have cramped
their style to have to sacrifice for their family like I do. You think I like
being away from you and the boys? You think I like not being there to go to
their games, to cuddle them at night, to be the one they run to when they skin
their knee?”

A muscle in the side of his neck jumped. “If it was that
important you would stay home and tell your boss you need more time with your
family. But you don’t, do you, Summer? They say jump and you ask how high.”

“I have to! You know how hard I’ve worked to get where I am.
I can’t throw it away now.”

He made a cutting noise of dissent. “Excuses, excuses.”

She snarled at him. “Not that you would understand. All you
have to do is sit at home all day and play with the kids.”

His fists clenched and he moved farther away from her. “Sit
at home all day? Is that really what you think I do? Oh wait, you have no idea
what I do because you don’t give a shit. Same Summer, it’s always about you.”
She started to speak but he raised his voice, cutting her off. “I’ve been very,
very patient with you. For the past eight years I’ve put aside my ambitions, my
dreams to stay home and raise our kids so you could go chase yours. I keep
hoping that you’ll finally grab your brass ring and come home, but you never
do.”

“So what, you want me to quit my job so you can go out and
work?” She snorted. “Yeah, there is a big job market for philosophy majors
right now.”

He slammed his hands on the coffee table, the sound blasting
through the room like a gunshot. “Goddamn it! Would you listen to me for once?
I’m sick of this, Summer, sick of it. I want my wife back. I miss you so damn
much. Even when you’re home you’re not really here. You’re always thinking
about the next client, the next meeting, what you need to do to win your
dad’s—oh I’m sorry, I mean your boss’s—approval. Is that what it is? Your dad
dies so you’ve switched your irrational need to please him to your boss?”

Hurt welled up inside her, mixing with her anger until the
toxic combination churned in her stomach like burning acid. “If you’re so
miserable why don’t you leave?”

He surged up from the couch and stalked over to her.
“Because I’m not giving up on us. I wish I could say the same thing for you.”
He went to touch her but she jerked back and he closed his eyes. “When is it
ever going to be enough? When are you going to put your family first?”

“I—”

“You know what? Save your breath. I’m tired of hearing the
same lame excuses, tired of lying to my children that their mom will be working
less ‘soon’, that they have to be patient.” His words dropped to a whisper that
pained her even more than his shouts. “Remember when we were first married and
you swore you’d never be like your dad, swore that you’d never disappoint your
kids the way he disappointed you with every missed birthday and Christmas?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied and
avoided his gaze. Memories of sitting beneath a tree stacked with presents in
her parents’ mansion filled her head, times when it was her and her mother, and
maybe a couple maids opening the brightly wrapped packages. How her father
would promise next year he’d be home, next year he’d go on vacation with them,
next year he’d make it to her graduation.