Memories of a Summer

Summer heat still clings to her skin. Toby closes his eyes and the memory opens again—Toby, on his back, watching Ria Rodriguez crawl over him, black hair falling in a curtain around her face. Her lips wrap his cock without hurry. She takes him deep, tongue working the underside, until the corner of her mouth glistens. She sucks harder when he starts to breathe through his teeth. She pulls away only to drag her mouth down his shaft and over his balls, letting saliva run wherever it wants. He slides two fingers between her thighs and finds her already slick. She spreads for him without a word. When he pushes inside she clamps tight, hips rolling so every stroke hits exactly where she needs it. Later she turns, knees to the sheets, back arched, guiding him straight into her ass. He works in slow, watches her stretch, feels the ring pulse around him as she adjusts. She fucks back onto him in steady, filthy strokes until his fingers bruise her waist. Before he finishes she spins, drops to her knees again, mouth open, eyes steady. He comes across her tongue and across her cheek, thick white ropes landing on skin the color of warm bronze. Ria licks her lower lip, smiles, and lets the rest drip down her chin. The memory fades, but the warmth stays.