I’ve had dreams of Oakleigh like this, but the real thing is far better.
I give her a chance to adjust. I can feel my cock stretching her, her tightness gripping me and clenching until I’m on the verge of coming in record time.
I groan low as I place her leg on my shoulder and spread her other one to the side. I look at her to find her already watching me, lust making her pupils widen. She nods once and that’s my cue. I thrust in and out of her slowly, building up a steady rhythm. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to never start with hard and fast unless you’re in your car and you need to be quick.
Oakleigh’s moans are like the perfect melody in my ears, a perfect mix of sweet and needy. She grabs onto every part of me that she can reach—my abs, my chest, my arms. When her hands wrap around my triceps, she tugs me closer and I have to shoot my hands out to catch myself before I crush her.
I laugh into her lips as I kiss her, making sure not to ruin my pace. I speed up a little while my lips move against hers and she lifts her hips to meet each and every thrust.
“Fuck, Cherry,” I say against her. “I knew you’d feel good, but fuck me.”
“Glad I live up to expectations.”
I feel my climax building and building inside of me and it takes everything in me to hold it back. There’s no way I’m coming before her. Ladies first, after all.
Luckily, I can feel her tightening around me and I know that she’s close.
Her eyes pretty much roll into the back of her head. “Just like that.”
I lock in my current pace, making sure to not change a damn thing. Her pussy clamps around my cock.
“You going to come for me, Cherry?”
She nods frantically.
“Go on, then, baby. Fall apart around my cock.”
Turns out my woman loves dirty talk, because as soon as I tell her to, her pussy gushes with an orgasm that has me mumbling every fucking curse word known to man. She somehow manages to get even tighter and my orgasm slams into me, my come spraying all over her perfect little pussy. I look down, mesmerized at the mixture of our arousals.
Oakleigh immediately makes me ready for round two when she lets her hand wander down until it’s running through my come and then brings her soaked fingers up to her mouth, tasting me as she maintains fierce eye contact.
“Well, I’m even more in love than I was before,” I tell her. “How about you?” It’s a joke, one mixed with a truth I didn’t mean to let slip, but in my orgasm-induced bliss, my mouth seems to be rather loose. Luckily, Oakleigh laughs, and I don’t think she even knows that I’m being serious. I wish she knew that I’m as serious as a death sentence, but for now I’m just happy to soak in a smile that I know I’ve caused.
I lay down beside her with a sigh and pull her close, keeping her body flush against mine. I nuzzle my face into the side of her neck and breathe her in. She smells like cherries and sex, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to bottle it up and spray it everywhere.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
OAKLEIGH
To me, there’s nothing scarier than admitting to yourself that you’re in love with someone.
The fear that grips you is something that I’m ashamed to say I let overtake me. I let it consume me until I’m shaking and useless. And even though I have worked my ass off to make sure that the walls I kept up for so many years crumble around me, they have come right back up; and instead of being walls of stone, this time they’re fortified steel.
I sit on my couch and allow the fear and the anxiety to fester. I let it marinate until it’s a sharpened ball of defense against the one person who I know still has a chance of tearing it down.
The very person who causes my doorbell to ring throughout my house.
With a steeled heart and heavy steps, I make my way to the door and open it to find a smiling Finn on the threshold. It’s been a week since that night. A week of mind-blowing sex and care-filled treatment. A week since he told me he wants this to be real. So, naturally, it’s been a week of me going back and forth between reasons why it can and can’t happen, and in the end my head has won out over my heart.
“Hey, you,” he says, unknowing that I’m about to break his happiness.
He moves in to kiss me, but I dodge it at the last minute.
He frowns down at me. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing.”
I move further into the house, but only just enough that he can step in through the doorway. He steps slowly, cautiously.
