Page 77 of Worth the Wait


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“Sounds like a challenge.” He held the condom packet, his fingers poised to open it. “This can wait.”

“It can’t.” Not only because their window of time was limited. She needed more than a string of orgasms right now. She flipped her dress up, leaving her bottom half naked and on display. “I want you inside me.”

“Done.” He tore the packet and rolled the condom down his length. Cock in one hand, he moved closer, slid one finger in and out of her waiting body. Not testing her readiness, he had no need to do that.

She knew the reason. Knew and couldn’t wait. Reaching around, she spread her cheeks. “Fill me up. Everywhere.”

His cock nudged her pussy as his fingertip pressed gently against her rear entrance.

“Please,” she whispered.

He answered by sliding inside her—his cock deep in her pussy, his finger into her ass. “Babe, you feel so good. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“Don’t worry about making me come again. Fill me up, as full as you want. Fuck me hard, show me exactly how much you missed me.”

“I won’t last long if I do that.” Even as he spoke the words, he gave her what she wanted, withdrawing his cock and finger from her body.

“Give me more,” she said, holding herself open. “I want everything.” Her breath hitched instinctively as a much larger item pressed against her rim, demanding entry.

“Too much?”

“No, God no.” She turned her head enough to meet his heated gaze. “I need this. I need you.”

Groaning, he pushed inside her. Slowly, carefully. His palms splayed across her ass, he held her open, his gaze focused on his cock filling her ass.

She pressed her face against the couch, letting the cushion absorb her low, guttural moan. God, the heat, the fullness. So, so good.

In a breath, he retreated, then filled her ass again. So deep, his hips pressed against her. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he said, easing back, then filling her again. And again.

She slid one hand beneath her body, to her clit. One touch and she was on fire, so close to the edge. “Going to come,” she panted the words, rubbing faster, grinding on her fingers as he stroked harder, deeper. White-hot sensation rolled through her, stripping her of rhythm and control as she came completely undone.

“Leigh.” Her name was a strangled plea. Then, “fuuuuck…” as he gripped her hips hard and buried himself to the hilt.

Boneless and utterly spent, she melted into the couch with an equally molten Sam plastered to her back. She could barely breathe and it didn’t matter. Breathing was overrated. She’d rather pass out than forfeit a single second with him.

“Leigh.” This time, her name was silky soft, its velvety depth tickling her ear.

Eyes closed, she let the sound of his voice fill her head the way his cock had filled her ass. “Mmmhmm?”

“I love you.”

She really did stop breathing. She’d expected something about the wickedly amazing sex they’d just had. Maybe a compliment. Not love.

In the quiet of the moment, he pushed up, lifting his weight from her body.

She didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t open her eyes. The air echoed with the rustle of his shorts, the metallic zip of his fly, his footfalls across the hardwood as he left the room. Whoever said silence was golden had never been in a situation like this.

At the sound of water running in the kitchen, she stood, straightened her dress. Walked to the doorway but hung back, just out of sight. She needed to say something.

“I’ll get her,” he said when Sachi wailed from the stroller in the front hall.

“Okay.”That’swhat she had to say? She squeezed her eyelids closed. Protection against seeing even a sliver of the disappointment—or worse—that’d be painted all over his face as he walked by.

“Sshh, you’re okay.” Sam’s gentle shushing preceded the distinctive sound of soft kisses. “Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Sounds of love.

Leigh’s heart pounded hard in her chest. Steeling herself with a deep breath, she joined them in the front hall. “Can I do anything?”

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