Chapter 67 Hot Night

• “I’m so close,” she rasps out into the night air. I hate myself for what I’m about to do, and she probably will, too.
• “Not yet.” I pull away, my cock protesting the entire time. I’m trying to stay rational when all I want is to rip her shorts down, unbutton my own, and fuck my way inside her tight body.
• “No, no, no.” She plants her face near my throat, holding on to the back of my neck, and I’m having a hell of a time not allowing myself to give in. But she deserves more than me fucking her against a palm tree. Plus, there’s Grandad’s advice niggling in the back of my head. If we’re going to do this, were going to do it right.