She moans along my length, pulling back most of the way to trace her tongue around my head. A wicked heat runs through me, tightening every nerve, including the ones gripping her hair. I use it to thrust harder in her mouth, knowing exactly how much my girl can take.
“Look at you.” Whatever other praise I have dies on my tongue when she swallows, and I stroke the base of her throat. Inearly come then, eyes rolling back, but sensing that, she slides off me and reaches for my wrists to pull me down.
I drop to my knees, submissive to her needs this time—her control—and she shoves me onto my back. Sand forms a bed as she stands, stripping off the jean shorts and black tank top she dressed in after her shower.
Wordlessly, she grasps my cock, lines herself up, and slides down my length. Her head falls back, her nipples jutting to the star-scattered sky. Hips roll as she settles, taking more of me until I’m fully sheathed inside her.
Summer’s hair is as dark as the night sky, while her expression is as bright as the moon. The sound of waves permeates her moans and exhales. It’s the perfect summer night with my perfect summer girl, something to get used to, because it’ll be for the rest of our lives.
I move faster, harder, even though she maintains a steady pace, then sit up, needing to be closer. My hand wraps the back of her neck to keep her steady, to fuck compliance into her.
“You’ll come with me.” It’s not a request, but a demand.
Between heavy breaths, she smirks. Her eyes flutter, rolling hips stilling as her pussy clamps tight, milking me as she sighs my name.
“Levi…”
My own orgasm dies, my body stiffening before shaking it off. “Wrong name, Sunshine.”
She doesn’t seem to hear me, mindless in her passion, her hips driving down with force. When she eventually slumps, rolling her head forward again, she meets my eyes through the mask.
There was a birthday celebration I once lied to Summer about. She picked it up quickly, the look in her eyes pretty much explaining that she knew before I had the chance to disclose everything.
It’s that expression she wears now.
Fuck.
“Levi.”
I was careful. There’s no way. Years of maintaining this mask, of never giving too much up about myself in case she puts it together.
She fingers the edge of my mask, wordlessly requesting permission. When she starts to nudge it up and I don’t stop her, she continues until it’s off. She tosses it to the side, her gaze clashing with mine as neither of us speak. There’s a look of betrayal but not complete surprise either.
Neither of us move for a while.
Until she does. Just a subtle roll of her hips.
“You lied to me for years.”
“Yes.”
She lifts onto her knees and drops back down, the heat in my cock reignited. “Why?”
“I wanted you. You never would have while I was only Levi. You guessed?”
“I’ve figured it out over a year ago.”
“What?” Shock mingles with a groan as her pussy flutters.
“Things you said, things you somehow knew. Your voice; nice job altering it, but there’s still a familiarity that I can’t ignore. I put it together after a couple months of us talking.”
“So you’ve been lying to me too. Why?”
“Because I was selfish and wanted you in any way I could get.”
“Anyway?” The instant the question slips out, I put it together. “Have you not heard me lately? There’s a reason I recommended you talking to Levi. There’s a reason I kissed you the other night. I’m tired of you not being mine when that’s all you’veeverbeen to me.” My arm bands around her hip, pinning her to me physically like she is emotionally. “We’ve been oneanother’s since the day I saw you. Do you know what I saw that day? Like, actually?”
Mute, she shakes her head.