I pulled back from the kiss just enough to look into her eyes, my voice rough with need as I whispered against her lips, "Sophia, baby, listen to me—I want to bury myself inside you so bad it hurts, but not yet. I'm addicted to this, to tasting every inch of you first. I need to suck on those perfect nipples, finger that sweet pussy, and eat you out again and again until you're shaking and coming all over my tongue. Only then will I fuck you, I promise. Tell me you want that too, say it."

Her breath came in shaky gasps as I tugged at her damp tankini top, freeing her full breasts, and I dove in without waiting, sucking one hardened nipple into my mouth while my hand slid down to part her thighs. "Ethan, oh god, yes—I want you to worship me like that, make me feel beautiful," she moaned dramatically, her fingers threading through my hair as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive peak, then switched to the other breast, biting gently to draw out another cry. I pressed two fingers against her clit through her bottoms, rubbing in firm circles that made her hips buck, the heat of her pussy radiating against my palm.

"Fuck, I've dreamed of this every night," I growled, yanking the fabric aside to slip my fingers into her slick folds, thrusting them deep while my thumb worked her swollen clit. "In my fantasies, you're riding my face, soaking my mouth with your juices as I lap at your pussy like it's my last meal—over and over until you scream my name." Sophia arched against the wall, her voice breaking with emotion, "Don't stop, Ethan, please—I'm so wet for you, I need more," as I dropped to my knees, spreading her legs wider and burying my tongue in her core, sucking and licking with desperate hunger while my fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her thighs tremble and her first orgasm crash over us both in a wave of shared ecstasy.

Summer Curves: Ignited Passions