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A dry laugh left my lips, and I shook my head. “You were so young, and Danny was too, I couldn’t tell her all about what had happened with her mother. The last thing I wanted was to tear my family apart, but I couldn’t stop Lisa from leaving when she wanted to.”
Leah didn’t make a sound as she looked at me. Her brown eyes shone with tears as they held onto mine. “She wanted to leave?”
“She wanted a divorce,” I replied and turned towards her fully. “I couldn’t stop her from leaving, and she didn’t want to take Danielle with her.” Talking about that time made me re-live the memories of catching my wife in bed with another man, and the fight that ensued afterward. I wanted to protect Danielle from the truth, so I let her think I asked Lisa to leave when in truth, it was Lisa who had wanted out.
I was in love, and I thought she was too, but I was wrong the entire time. She didn’t only not love me ... she wanted to leave.
“I’m so sorry, Tommy,” Leah consoled before she put her hands around my neck and hugged me close. She hugged me for a while and when she slowly pulled back, my gaze drifted to her lips and a renewed surge of desire spiraled through me.
“I don’t think I can control myself anymore, Leah,” I said to her, my voice huskier and deeper than usual. “I don’t think there’s a way I can stop myself now.”
“Kiss me, Tommy,” she commanded, and that confirmation was all I needed to hear before I took her lips and let the ferocity of my passion take over.
Chapter Eight
Leah
Thiswasmorethanpassion. This was pure need and desire … fresh and unnerving. I didn’t know what to do about the thundering of my pulse and heartbeat. Tommy was making me feel sensations I had never felt before.
He was a gentle lover. His lips kissed a path down my legs, and I parted my thighs for him. I loved the feel of his wet kisses. I grew wetter for him, and when he stroked my core with a finger, I whimpered and spread wider for him.
Sweet Mercy,I thought. The man knew how to pleasure a woman.
His fingers toyed with my nipples. I felt them tighten into erect buds, and the hairs on my skin raised when he licked my core. I gripped the sheets and bucked my hips. Tommy’s tongue didn’t slow as he began stroking and kissing my sensitive spot.
His hands steadied my waist. I loved how muscular he was, and I started to touch him too. His hair, his face, and the smooth tones of muscles on his back and arms. This was more intense than I had anticipated and there was no going back now for either of us.
When I cried out passionately and convulsed on the bed, he lapped at my juices, then dipped a finger into my core. His strokes started slow, then his thumb massaged the tight nub on the apex of my thighs.
I was drowning in the feverish pleasure that flowed through my veins. He kissed his way up my body again, then nestled himself in between my thighs before taking one nipple in his mouth.
Tommy was still fully dressed, but I could feel the bulge of his erection. It pressed against me, and I wanted to cradle him in my hands, so I reached for his belt buckle, opened it, then dipped my hands into his pants.
He groaned and threw his head back. The lines that formed on his forehead showed he was battling for control. I wanted Tommy to let himself go and enjoy the pleasure. I wanted to give him just as much as he had given me.
“Let me,” I murmured when he began feasting on my neck and caressing my body along the way. I was fully naked, and I wanted that for him too. His shirt first came off, then he lay down on the bed and let me peel off his pants and underwear.
I took his erection into my mouth and stroked the base while licking him. He groaned, and I felt his thighs stiffen when I touched them. Tommy’s right hand moved to my head, and I couldn’t tell if he wanted me to stop or if he wanted to guide me closer to him.
My eyes clung to his, and the glazed fiery look in his eyes made me burn hotter for him. This right here was fire … it was a passion I would never forget.
Three more strokes with my lips and he stopped me, pulled me up, then slammed his lips on mine for a deep kiss. “No more,” he said in a gruff voice. “I want to have you; Leah and I need to be sure that this is what you want.”
Was he really asking for permission right now? I was dying to have him buried inside me, so I guided his hand to my right breast and let it rest there. “I want this, Tommy,” I said and stared him deep in the eye. He kissed me after that, flipped me to the bed, then slowly guided his full length toward my center.
His strokes started slow, and I gave into the sensations flowing through my every nerve. I felt alive in many ways now, and his kisses only made me want him more. When he took my lips, I hooked my legs around his waist.
He slid in deeper and stroked every inch of my core. Tommy kissed the side of my neck, nibbled on my earlobe, and caressed my breasts with his free hand. He took me to heights of pleasure I’d never experienced before, and soon we both tumbled over the edge with loud moans.
Our harsh breaths mingled into the night’s air, and I tried so hard to settle my racing pulse as he cuddled me into the croon of his arms and held me close. The raging cloud of desire that had clouded my thoughts earlier slowly started to fade, and realization suddenly hit.
What did I just do?
Tommy was still breathing slowly beside me, and he kissed the top of my head before cuddling me close again. My heart started to pound, and I knew how terrible this was, but I still couldn’t feel bad about it.
I loved being with Tommy like this, and I enjoyed his touch and kisses. It was horrible but it was the truth.
Tommy fell asleep first but the entire night my mind raced. Deep down I knew there was no going back now. I would let Tommy make love to me again because I craved his touch.
