Now, we are coming together, binding ourselves with a love that will stand against any storm. The foundation of our relationship is solid, strong, and rooted in soil that has been nourished from the very beginning, the way it was meant to be.
“I feel you everywhere,” Lainey groans, pulling me closer and digging her nails into my back. I thrust deeper, hitting the spot that I know makes her see stars and feel her clench me tighter.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back. Come on your cock.” I lick up her neck and kiss the pulse point, nipping behind her ear as she explodes. I can feel her wetness soaking me, and I moan into her sweet, honeyed hair.
“More, more, please,” she begs.
“Anything for you.” In a swift move I flip us so she is on top, riding me and giving me the best fucking view. Her breasts are trapped in the black lace cups as they bounce upand down, begging to be freed. I reach up, unclasping her bra, and she tosses it to the floor.
Lainey’s hands go into her hair, head tipped back, and mouth slightly ajar. I have never seen anything more sexy in my life. She is going to give me a heart attack. I lean up and suck one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth, and she rolls her hips, moaning in satisfaction.
“Eyes on me, Lainey.” She instantly obeys. “Good girl,” I growl. “I want you to come all over your cock again, but I want you to watch me fill you while I do it. Watch as you completely unravel your man.”
“God, yes.” She bites down on that sexy, pouty bottom lip again, and I feel my balls tighten, knowing I am not going to last much longer.
I hold my thumb up to her mouth and she sucks on it, wetting it just like I wanted her to with a resounding pop. Smirking at her, I take my thumb and rub her swollen clit as she rides me, knowing she is seconds away from her next detonation, and I’m pressing exactly the right button.
She flutters her eyes closed. “Eyes,” I bark out, unable to say anything else. We lock in on each other another, then both look down to where I am thrusting up into her tight, soaked pussy, and both let go ... our orgasms illuminating our bodies in shuddering perfection.
Lainey collapses on top of me, her body shaking. Suddenly I realize it’s not from the aftershocks of an orgasm but from tears. Worry engulfs my mind as I roll us so I can look at her face.
“Talk to me, baby,” I plead, looking at her closed eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no.” She lets go of a watery laugh, which is not what I expected. Looking at me finally she says, “I got a little overwhelmed that’s all. It was veryintense ... and I just?—”
“Just what?”
“I just love you so much,” she admits, a grin lighting up her face in a way I have never seen before. “I am overwhelmed with happiness.”
“Love looks really good on you,” I tell her. She instantly turns pink and tries to hide her face behind her hands. “Uh-uh, no more hiding, which includes my compliments. When I give them to you, you have to believe they are true.” I kiss the blush on her cheek.
“That will be hard, but I’ll try.” She sticks up a pinky finger and I wrap my own around it, then kiss hers.
“Good.”
I pull her into my arms, and again say the words that have long been on my heart before I allowed them to fall from my lips today. “I love you, Lainey.”
My eyes are drifting shut when I hear her voice. “Remington?”
“Hmmm.”
“You didn’t tell me about the flowers.” She runs her hand up and down the tattoo inked along my side.
“What flowers?” I ask being lulled by the patterns she is tracing on my skin, knowing we need to clean up and absolutely not wanting to move.
“The ones you brought me today, sleepy.”
“Oh, those.” I peer at her through one eye, seeing her waiting curiosity. “I brought you a mix of David Austin garden roses. My mom has a whole collection growing in her garden.”
“I thought you said roses were too easy or basic,” she teases me.
“There is nothing easy or basic aboutthese. They are specialty roses. My mom has been tending her rose gardens for years to make them as successful as they are. These are not grocery store roses, whicharebasic and easy to just buy. The ones I brought you today were grown with love and pickedwith a purpose. My dad plants her a new variety every year on their anniversary. Roses can mean a lot of things to a lot of people, butthese ones, at least in my family, are legacy flowers.”
“Wow. So, definitelynotbasic.” Lainey smiles at me and kisses my cheek tenderly.
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