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across the hot small of her back as I hiss in an intake of breath.  I trace my fingers around her ribs to her stomach, her well-muscled stomach.  It's strange—I've never felt abs before.  Every woman I've ever been with hasn't been the workout type, so this is something new.  I like it, as I drag my fingers up, up over that gorgeous muscle, and cup her breasts. 
    Summer is leaning back against me, her breathing coming fast now, almost panting, as my both of my thumbs gently flick across her nipples that are already peaked, standing at attention, hard against my palms. 
    That's when I can't take it anymore.  There's too much blood pounding through me for this to be a slow seduction.  I need her, and I need her now.  I turn her around, and she obliges just as quickly, and then we're crashing into each other, her arms around my shoulders, drawing me to her so quickly, so hard, that when we kiss, it's as electric as the lightning arcing outside, the lightning dancing across the sky.
    Her mouth is hot and soft and velvet as she kisses me deeply, curling her hand around the back of my neck so that I'm drawn to her.  I have my fingers hooked around her hips, and I'm pulling her to me, hip to hip, mine bare, hers still within the pajama bottoms and panties, and a rush of delight goes through me, feeling her clothing against my bare skin. 
    Her cot is directly behind her, so I push her backward softly with my body, and she takes one step, two steps, responding to my signals.  Summer bends away from our kiss for a split second to take a gulp of air, to glance backwards to see if the cot is there, and in that split second, I see the desire so apparent on her face that a fire is beginning to roar between us.  And then it's over.  I'm pushing her onto the bed, and she falls perfectly onto the center, and I'm immediately climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, as I plant my hands on either side of her head, dip low and claim her mouth with my own.
    Summer's hips rise up beneath me and press against my center, eliciting a low moan from me, a low moan that comes out between us as I lift my head back, arching against her, trying to find more friction against her hips.  Summer lifts her head, sitting up on her elbows as she pulls me closer with an arm, her mouth devouring my left breast, her teeth dragging across my nipple.  But then her teeth close around it harder and harder, her tongue flicking against it, and I hiss out my breath, waves of pleasure rocking through me as loudly as the thunder that shakes the cot beneath us.
    I urge Summer back down, my hands against her shoulders, and then I'm kissing her again, pushing my center against her hips, her hips thrusting against my center.  I wrap my fingers lightly around her wrists, and then I'm dragging my kisses down from her mouth, my wet kisses, my electric kisses as I taste her skin, her muscles, and I find my mouth against her shoulder again.  I pull down the shoulder strap of her tank top, and then I'm already too wanting, desire rocketing through me as I taste her, the sweet sweat of the day mixed with the ozone of the storm all around us, and the rain.  I tug the tank top up, up, until finally it's bunched around her shoulders, and I'm dipping low to capture her right breast with my mouth. 
    Her breasts are beautiful.  They're small, with dark nipples that are hard and peaked for me.  I brush my thumb against her left breast as I pay attention to her right one, kissing it, tugging at the nipple gently with my teeth as she moans beneath me, sighing out, her hands tracing up my body and beginning to twine in my hair.  Her fingernails brush lightly against my scalp, and I shiver against her as I trail kisses over to her other breast, now cupping the right one with my hand.
    My fingertips make a quick, heated trail down the front of her stomach and dip below the band of her pajama bottoms.  Instantly, Summer's hands are at her waistband, and together, we're