Summer huffed a breathless laugh. “Did I like it? Hmm, I don’t know … I think you’ll just have to do it again later. I’m not sure yet.”
He blushed and shifted up to hover over her, gazing at her for the longest time and then gently pressing his lips to hers. “I wouldn’t say no to that,” he murmured then, lazily running his tongue along the seam of her lips in a silent request for entry.
The longer he looked at her, the more she blushed. She would never understand what he saw when he looked at her. But he seemed to like it. A lot. When he bent to kiss her, she lifted her face to his, a quiet happiness replacing the orgasmic high.