Chapter 66

When they both ran out of breath, Matt reluctantly pulled out of Summer's snug, wet heat and all but collapsed on his side next to her.
She rolled to face him, face glistening with sweat, her eyes gleaming and a smug smile on her face. Reaching up with one shaky hand, he smoothed a strand of hair off her cheek.
"Wow." She blinked and dragged in a lungful of air. "I always thought the dreams exaggerated reality."
"Me too." There was a box of tissues on the nightstand and a trash can beside it so he rolled over and dealt with the condom before turning back to her. "I guess we both learned something new."
"Now it's my turn to explore," she said with a wicked grin. She rolled on top of him, forcing Matt to his back.
He went without a fight, content to let her have her turn.
"You're leaner than you were a year ago but still in good shape. Did you lose some weight in the hospital?"
"A little." Damn, she was observant.
"And all these new scars." She knelt above him, kissing each and every one. "Tonight over dinner, you're going to tell me what happened. Whether you crashed or what. But not now. I want to concentrate on the good stuff."
Since she'd reached his waist with her kisses, Matt was inclined to agree.
She kissed the side of his hip, the one with the red scar from his hip replacement surgery. "Does it still hurt?"
"Only if I overdo it or when it rains." He played with one of her long, silky curls. "Mostly it's fine. I'm one of the lucky ones. I survived and now I'm here with you."
After she'd kissed each stitch mark, she worked her way down one leg and back up the other. Matt was hard as a crankshaft again by the time she reached his groin. Christ, it was like being sixteen again. Not that he was complaining.
"You're the standard for me, you know. Every other guy I saw naked, I judged against you, even though I thought you were a figment of my imagination." She kissed him right beside his cock then took the shaft in her hand. The other cupped his balls, and she explored each with her lips and tongue, until they were taut as rocks and pulled up tight against his groin. "Big surprise when every single one of them came up lacking in one way or another."
"You think it was different for me? No other woman had your humor, your kindness, your beautiful eyes or your fantastic ass." He'd have kept going, but she licked a line up the ridge of his shaft and circled the underside of his glans with the point of her tongue. "And I knew you were out there, just out of reach. For years, I kept expecting you to meet someone and fall in love, leaving me in the lurch."
"Nobody was you," was her simple answer. Then she slurped the head of his cock into her mouth and Matt forgot how to speak.
Oh holy shit. Her mouth was hot and wet. She circled his shaft with both hands and pumped him slowly as she sucked. Yeah, he'd taught her that. Thanks to their dreams, she knew exactly what he liked and she proved it, pulling his tip deep into her throat. While she continued to pump the base with one hand, she reached underneath with the other and cradled his sac, gently toying with his balls. Fuck, she was trying to kill him with pleasure.
He shouldn't have been ready to go again this soon - he was thirty-six, damn it - but not only was he hard, he was damn close to coming down her throat. Every time she sucked him deeper into her mouth and pumped his shaft, his hips rose up off the bed and need coiled in his balls and at the base of his spine.
"Do you want...?" he managed to gasp out. One hand tangled in the sheet, the other in her hair.
Summer nodded, the extra movement caressing his cock even further.
That was enough. Matt's spine arched and his balls damn near exploded as he poured a river of semen into her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, drinking down all he had to give her, then, when he was done, she daintily licked him clean before curling up against his chest and burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.
Matt didn't know what to say. Thank you? I love you? It seemed too early to throw that one on her, though he was more than tired of waiting. He'd loved her for his whole life, but had no idea if she'd believe him or if she felt the same. After this afternoon though, he was more hopeful than before.
He kissed the top of her head and cuddled her close. As the ceiling fan cooled the sweat on his body, he asked, "Are you cold, sugar?"
No answer.
Ah, she'd fallen asleep. He moved as carefully as he could so he didn't disturb her and pulled up the covers.
"Oh crap, I don't think I can move." Summer chuckled against Matt's chest a little while later.
"Me either." He buried his nose in her fragrant hair, smelling her coconut milk shampoo. "But sooner or later, we're gonna need food. Fluids. And the box of rubbers." They'd used the second one from his pocket after they'd woken from their little nap. Three times in two hours - even with a nap, that had to be some kind of record.
And he still wanted her, though at least this time he'd only rebounded to half-mast as they lay in each other's arms.
"I'm thinking a shower," she said, stretching along the length of him.
Make that three-quarters mast.
"Not a swim?" He wondered if she had the guts to go skinny-dipping with him.
"I'm so limp I'd probably drown," she admitted. "What do you think about ordering in tonight? Pizza is about the only thing they'll deliver here, but at least that way we don't have to move very far."
"I'm good with that." He didn't want to share her with the world anyway.