her mouth.
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded, and so slowly that he thought he would die if she didn’t hurry up and do it already, she lowered her hand to tentatively wrap it around him.
John’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and he groaned. “Oh, Zanny, that’s…”
“Show me what to do.”
He hesitated for a split second before he grabbed his T-shirt and used it to cover himself, then wrapped his hand around hers. Moving together, pushing him over the edge didn’t take much. As the climax hit him, John buried his face between her breasts and whispered her name over and over again. A coral-pink nipple was standing at attention next to his mouth, and he gently tugged it in, sucking lightly. Zanny’s breath caught in her throat, and he increased the pressure a little.
When her hips started moving rhythmically against him, he let go and pulled back, using the shirt to wipe off their hands. Tossing it aside, he slid one hand up into Zanny’s hair and tugged her face to his. Kissing her hard and deep, he used his other hand to apply pressure against the seam of her shorts, moving his fingers in a circular motion. He let her guide him to where she wanted him and pressed harder.
When he had her breathless, he slipped his fingers around the edge of her shorts and inside, applying pressure directly to the sensitive spot that was begging for it. She came against his hand in a rush, calling out his name in a broken, hoarse voice.
John held her as she rode it out, her hands clenching against his shoulders. Even though he’d climaxed just a few minutes earlier, he was well on his way to being fully aroused again. He didn’t say anything, though. The interlude was too intimate, too emotional, and he didn’t want to make it all about the physical.
Once Zanny was calm, he gathered her close to him. They were both sticky with sweat, in addition to the tea on his chest, but he didn’t care. Zanny didn’t seem to, either.
“I love you, Suzanna D’lores,” he finally whispered. “I want you to know that. This isn’t just a summer romance for me.”
Wonder and some doubt clouded her eyes as she pulled back and studied him. “Don’t say that to me unless you mean it. Please don’t.”
John brushed her hair back off her face. “I mean it. You’re special, Zanny. You always have been.”
She appeared to not know what to say. “John…”
He kissed her. “Come on, let’s get you dressed. I think I hear a bee buzzing around, and we’re both targets now.” He set his hands on her hips to lift her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly. John returned the embrace.
She didn’t say anything else, but she pulled back and kissed him with a fierceness that John hoped meant she felt like he did. As they dressed and left the barn, he wondered if she would be able to tell him how she felt before he left to go back to school. He hoped she would be. He didn’t know if he would be able to focus on school if he had doubts about her feelings when he left.
Chapter Seven
W hen the time came for him to go back to school, John didn’t want to leave. He told Zanny as much when he walked her home the night before he had to go.
“I’m going to miss you so much. Talking to you every day, talking about how our days went, watching movies or TV together. I’ve gotten used to that.”
The moonlight illuminated Zanny’s sad smile. “You’ll get to Richmond and get so busy with things, you won’t even remember my name until Thanksgiving.”
They’d reached the trailer, and John tugged her to a stop. “You don’t seriously believe that?”
Her hesitation told him she did. “I don’t want to believe it. But I know you’ve got an entire life up there.”
“Not like you think. I thought we settled that.”
When they’d gone up to register, John had taken her to the house his roommate had rented for the school year. It was the first time John had seen the new house. They’d walked
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded, and so slowly that he thought he would die if she didn’t hurry up and do it already, she lowered her hand to tentatively wrap it around him.
John’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and he groaned. “Oh, Zanny, that’s…”
“Show me what to do.”
He hesitated for a split second before he grabbed his T-shirt and used it to cover himself, then wrapped his hand around hers. Moving together, pushing him over the edge didn’t take much. As the climax hit him, John buried his face between her breasts and whispered her name over and over again. A coral-pink nipple was standing at attention next to his mouth, and he gently tugged it in, sucking lightly. Zanny’s breath caught in her throat, and he increased the pressure a little.
When her hips started moving rhythmically against him, he let go and pulled back, using the shirt to wipe off their hands. Tossing it aside, he slid one hand up into Zanny’s hair and tugged her face to his. Kissing her hard and deep, he used his other hand to apply pressure against the seam of her shorts, moving his fingers in a circular motion. He let her guide him to where she wanted him and pressed harder.
When he had her breathless, he slipped his fingers around the edge of her shorts and inside, applying pressure directly to the sensitive spot that was begging for it. She came against his hand in a rush, calling out his name in a broken, hoarse voice.
John held her as she rode it out, her hands clenching against his shoulders. Even though he’d climaxed just a few minutes earlier, he was well on his way to being fully aroused again. He didn’t say anything, though. The interlude was too intimate, too emotional, and he didn’t want to make it all about the physical.
Once Zanny was calm, he gathered her close to him. They were both sticky with sweat, in addition to the tea on his chest, but he didn’t care. Zanny didn’t seem to, either.
“I love you, Suzanna D’lores,” he finally whispered. “I want you to know that. This isn’t just a summer romance for me.”
Wonder and some doubt clouded her eyes as she pulled back and studied him. “Don’t say that to me unless you mean it. Please don’t.”
John brushed her hair back off her face. “I mean it. You’re special, Zanny. You always have been.”
She appeared to not know what to say. “John…”
He kissed her. “Come on, let’s get you dressed. I think I hear a bee buzzing around, and we’re both targets now.” He set his hands on her hips to lift her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly. John returned the embrace.
She didn’t say anything else, but she pulled back and kissed him with a fierceness that John hoped meant she felt like he did. As they dressed and left the barn, he wondered if she would be able to tell him how she felt before he left to go back to school. He hoped she would be. He didn’t know if he would be able to focus on school if he had doubts about her feelings when he left.
Chapter Seven
W hen the time came for him to go back to school, John didn’t want to leave. He told Zanny as much when he walked her home the night before he had to go.
“I’m going to miss you so much. Talking to you every day, talking about how our days went, watching movies or TV together. I’ve gotten used to that.”
The moonlight illuminated Zanny’s sad smile. “You’ll get to Richmond and get so busy with things, you won’t even remember my name until Thanksgiving.”
They’d reached the trailer, and John tugged her to a stop. “You don’t seriously believe that?”
Her hesitation told him she did. “I don’t want to believe it. But I know you’ve got an entire life up there.”
“Not like you think. I thought we settled that.”
When they’d gone up to register, John had taken her to the house his roommate had rented for the school year. It was the first time John had seen the new house. They’d walked
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