I know exactly what she means. It’s better with Sunny than it’s ever been, even with things not in perfect working order. Her hands are in my hair and on my face, her warm breath washing over my lips with every easy stroke. When she’s getting close to another orgasm, I shift around to make sure she gets the friction she needs.
I’m holding off, trying my best to wait until the magic has happened before I let the cannon blast. Her mouth drops open, her eyes wide with familiar surprise before they flutter shut. I hold her hips, helping keep the rhythm as her muscles lock down. As soon as she stops clenching around my cock, I lift her off. Her boobs are right in my face. I want to suck on a nipple, but I’m too busy aiming my dick away from her to multitask. Instead, I mash my face into her chest and hold her tightly.
The orgasm is like an atomic detonation. It’s a week of pent-up insecurity, anger, frustration, and missed whack-off sessions rolled together with an argument and making up. Plus a spider bite. It feels good, and it hurts like hell at the same time. I’m panting and sweaty, but I feel a whole lot better when it’s over. Sunny settles back in my lap and wraps around me like a human blanket.
“Is sex always supposed to be this awesome?”
“I don’t know. I guess it won’t be this awesome when we’re eighty, but for now, sure.”
“Now I get why people want to have it all the time.”
I rub her back. I feel bad that Sunny’s experience with sex has been so meh before now. But I like that it makes me her orgasm savior.
“We should probably get back to the cottage before Lily murders Randy, or Randy murders Bushman,” I mumble into her neck.
“Bushman?”
“Sorry. Kale.”
“Oh.” Sunny laughs. She leans back, her expression turning serious. She holds my face in her hands. “I’m sorry again that I used him to make you jealous. It was immature and stupid. I just . . .” She swallows hard. “I like you a lot, Miller. Like, really a lot. We fit, and that scares me sometimes.”
I pick up the end of the thin braid hanging in her face and brush the ends over my lips in contemplation. “I want this to be fun, not scary.” I put a hand over her heart. It also means I’m palming her boob. “I’m gonna do my best to keep this safe.”
It’s the closest I’ll get to telling her how I feel about her. For now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THAT GIRL IS POISON
I help Sunny tie her bikini bottoms before I put my shorts back on. She picks up her top and shakes off the dirt.
“That isn’t poison ivy, is it?” I point to the plants her bikini top was lying on.
She barely glances at them. “It’s Virginia Creeper. They look a lot alike.”
The Boy Scout in me wants to question that, but she’s been up here enough to know the difference. She ties the string behind her back and adjusts the cups so they cover her nipples.
My clothes didn’t get too dirty, thanks to the moss. My shorts are damp, probably from the sex, even though it was tame. I’ll have to change when we get back to the cottage either way. My shirt is in far worse shape. When I aimed my jizz away from Sunny, I managed to shoot it all over my T-shirt rather than anywhere else in the damn forest. I rinse it in the lake, along with my hands. We follow the trail back to the cottage with my soaked and jizzy shirt in my hand instead of on my body.
“When do you think Bushman and Benji are gonna leave?” I ask as the camping trailer comes into view, still parked in the driveway. “They don’t need to be here anymore. We can take you and Lily back to Guelph whenever you’re ready to go.”
“Benji won’t leave until he and Lily are back together.”
“Is that gonna happen anytime soon?”
Sunny shrugs. “Who knows with those two?”
I grab my bag from the rental. “Does this break-up thing happen a lot?”
“I guess it depends on what a lot is. They break up three or four times a year.”
That sure seems like a lot. “What’s the point of getting back together at all?”
“Lily says the sex is really good.”