Quietly I step up behind her, and she yelps in surprise when I band an arm around her waist, pulling her body into mine, her back flush to my chest.
“You are a little fucking tease, aren’t you, beautiful?” I growl into her ear.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her sweet voice bubbles out with a hint of laughter.
“Hmm, really? Youdon’tknow that we are supposed to be leaving soon to meet the contractor? You expect me to walk in here, see you looking likethis”—I trail my fingers down her side leaving goose bumps in my wake—“and not expect me to fuck you the way you deserve?”
“I mean, if you insist.” She bites that bottom lip, driving me crazy.
I pull her even tighter against me so she can feel my erection, begging to be set free. “Feel that,baby? Desperate for you, that’s what you make me.” I spin her around and claim her mouth.
She kisses me back passionately, just as needy for me. Her hands slide under my shirt and the contact of her fingers burn my skin with want. Gasping and peppering kisses down my neck, she says, “You are very overdressed again.”
“I can fix that.” I yank my T-shirt over my head as she works my belt open. Her sexy breasts shake with her movements, and I can’t wait to get my hands, my mouth, on them.
I shed my jeans and boxers in record time, reclaim Lainey’s mouth, and pick her up. Her curves fill my hands perfectly as I sit her back on the bed, snapping open her bra, nearly ripping it apart in my haste.
“Remmmington.” She moans my name and grips my hair when I suck a pink, needy bud into my mouth, massaging her other breast with my hand.
“Perfect, baby. Every inch of you.”
Her body arches off of the bed as my kisses roam over her creamy skin, stopping over her lace-covered center. Rolling my hands over her hips I look at her with a greedy smile. “Nowyouare the one that is overdressed.” I rip the purple lace from her body as easily as wrapping paper covering the most precious gift.
“Remington! Those matched my bra. Ijustbought them.” Lainey tries to act upset, but the lust in her stormy-blue eyes and her dripping wet pussy as I run my fingers up to her clit tell a different story.
“I’ll buy you more.” I settle between her open legs and kiss my way up her calf, pressing down on her hips as she wiggles on the mattress.
“Be a good girl and let me worship you,” I demand, nipping at her inner thigh.
“Ohmygod.” Her moans of pleasure fill our empty bedroom with the sweetest sounds while her addictive tastefloods my tongue. I will never get enough of her, of giving her pleasure, and knowing that I am the man that holds all her secrets.
“More. Yes. Remington. Oh, right. Thhhere.” Her body locks tight as I suck her swollen clit, rolling it over my tongue, and her orgasm crashes powerfully through her body and spills into my mouth. I lick up every delicious drop.
“I could live right here,” I admit to her as she looks down at me, her chest heaving.
“But I need you up here.” She pulls me to her, chest to chest. I kiss her fully, letting her taste her own release on my lips, and we both moan.
I grind my throbbing cock against her soaking wet entrance, knowing she is more than ready to take every inch. With one hard thrust I slide in deep, fully seated in my own personal paradise.
“Holy shit!” Lainey cries out. She rolls her hips, silently asking for more, and I am happy to give her anything she wants.
Our hearts pound in rhythm with our bodies, and we get lost in each other. Hands and hearts tangled in the sheets. Kisses and confessions of love falling from our lips. Heaven and home. Here and now.
“Come with me, Lainey. Let me fill you up. Feel my perfect pussy ruin me.” She nods wildly, eyes pinched.
“Eyes on me, baby. Right here.” As soon as her blue oceans open to me, revealing the depth of her passion, love, and our connection—we combust together, tossed over in a turbulent sea of lust. Lost to each other in the most perfect way.
Collapsing, heart racing and full, I hear Lainey start to giggle. I look over at her, brown hair a soft halo around her glowing face and shoulders. “What’s so funny?”
“We aredefinitelygoing to be late for the contractor.” She covers her face, giggles turning into full-on laughter.
Damn, it feels good to see her so happy.
We get into my truck, late, and head over to the house. Well, can’t exactly call it that yet. After Lainey fully recovered, we decided to move back into her old apartment building while we rebuild our dream home. As kind as it was of my parents to let us live with them, we needed space and privacy.
Thankfully this building allows dogs, so Ash could stay with us. He’s getting so big, has the sweetest personality, and made a full recovery from the fire as well. We take him to obedience classes, and he is the best one in there, not that I am biased or anything. Ash also is Lainey’s constant shadow. I think they recognize the trauma that they endured, a silent bond that pulls them together. Wherever she is, Ash is steps behind. So right now he, of course, is in the back seat, head resting on the center console of the truck. His dark eyes moon up at Lainey, watchful and loving.
“Isn’t it weird that he wanted to meet at dusk?” Lainey asks me as we turn into our neighborhood.
