It's a few days later, and I'm back at Summer's. She had to go out of town on work, though we kept on talking all the time. Summer says she misses me - it's a feeling I've not experienced in a very long time, having someone missing me... and missing someone. And I miss Summer. Terribly so. She lets me know as soon as she's home, and asks me if I want to come over. Of course I do, I answer, and again I'm on my way there. Summer says she needs to take a shower and freshen up, but she'll be done by the time I arrive. When I get there, she buzzes me in, and that trip up on the lift seemed to take an age of ages. I press the buzzer by her door, and I can hear her running towards the door. She opens it slightly, and peers through the crack, then asks me to come in. As I walk in, I realize she's completely naked. She'd just gotten out of the shower, and didn't have the time to put her clothes on. I'm agog, my mouth is open wide, speechless. I want to get ion my knees, and adore at the altar of Summer. Her scent overwhelms me, she does smell like summer, but now there's something else, something animal, something wild, a musk that conspires to drive me crazy, it's the smell of desire, it's the smell of her, and I want to breathe it all in, forever and ever.
But Summer is looking at me, seeing me, laughing. No at me, but at how discomfited I am. Summer says I was going to be seeing her naked anyway, so why delay the inevitable? I'm goo, I'm jelly, I can't move, I shiver, I quiver, but not on the outside, on the inside my molecules shake and threaten to pull me apart at the seams. I'm seeing this from outside my body, almost, as if it's happening to someone else and I'm eavesdropping on them, but I finally move, I finally reach her, I finally feel her, I finally touch her, I finally hold her. My arms wrap around her, and we kiss, a storm of lips and tongue and fire and wetness that oozes from her. I taste it, she tastes it, we both do, it's in my fingers, in her tongue, in mine. And then I learn that Summer is very strong. Very nimble, very supple. She pulls be by my hand, and we're in the bedroom again. She pushes me down to the bed, tells me to stay laying as I am, stomach up, and soon she's positioning herself to sit on my mouth. I am hit like a runaway train by the scent of her nearness, it smells like a field of the freshest roses, it smells of a bull in heat, it smells of sex, and I devour her. There's a monsoon running out of her, she moans, and grabs ahold of the top of the bed tightly. I feel her drenching me, I feel it sluicing down my mouth and down my neck, and onto my chest. It's the sweetest juice I have ever tasted, it's mana the gods would kill for, it's the very essence of light, it's the taste of life itself.
Summer eases herself down from where she'd sat down on top of me, and now sits on my chest, looking at me. 'That was good', she said. 'That was very good.', and I agreed - it was heaven. She never stops smiling. Never. Summer, the smiling woman. Wait, she says, I'm going to put on some music. Do you want to listen to something in particular?', she asks. I still feel her juices running down me, the smell of it drives me mad with desire. I tell her to put whatever she think's good. This music thing during sex would become almost like a ritual between us. She's still sitting on my chest, I feel how hot and wet she is, as she moves up and slowly on my chest. Then she jumps off the bed, goes to her computer and opens her music folder. She clicks away for a few moments, then dims the light in the room so that it becomes barely lit. I can hear music now, though it's not something I recognize. I see her slinking cat-like towards me, mischief in her smile. She's atop me now, again, and she feels like paradise. She leans down to kiss me, and we kiss for a long while. We want to take our time. Here there's no time. There's everything without a time. The music changes, and now the saddest dirge I ever heard is playing. No, not a dirge, it's something else, it's a declaration of love, an unbroken hallelujah. It speaks right to my soul, it pierces my heart, I want to cry, I want to live, I want to love, I want to fuck and I feel Summer sliding my cock inside her. What is this song? It's more than a song, it's a hymn, it's an antiphon, a paean to the both of us. Summer?, I ask, and she moves up and down to the beat of my heart. Summer, you have to stop, I say, I'm going to come. I don't want to, but right now I feel I'm going to explode. She intensifies the rhythm, staring down at me, her eyes wild. Yes, she says. Yes. My hands are square on her ass, and I squeeze it hard as I come inside her. The song is still playing, it's the closest I ever had to a religious experience, having sex to this song.
She's still stop me, and I'm still - albeit in a very limp state - inside her. I hoist myself up on my elbows, I feel ashamed, I feel like I disappointed her, and I'm apologizing profusely. She lowers herself and rests her head on my chest, her long hair filling my immediate surroundings like a sleepy golden storm. Her arms wrap around me, under me, she holds on fast to me. 'Nate', she says, 'I love you'. God damn it, Summer. God damn it. 'I love you too', I say.
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