Page 75 of Never Really Over

We kiss for hours or minutes, I don’t know. Our mouths are a little puffy and swollen, her taste permanently cemented to my tongue once again.

“You feel so good,” she moans while I trail kisses down her neck.

I rub myself against her, which is a mistake for me because I don’t want to embarrass myself, but good for her if the way her eyes are fluttering closed is evidence enough.

“You need this, baby?”

“Oh, god, I do. I really do.”

I circle my hips and grind against her. Her back arches and with only the barrier of her underwear and my thin shorts, her heat is radiating between us.

Her legs shift up a little and tighten around my waist.

The need to kiss her again has me catching more of her moans into my mouth. She’s close. I can feel it. It’s one of the things I remember easily, like it’s a muscle memory. I always knew when she was getting close and how to get her to tip over the edge.

“I’m close,” she whispers.

I grind harder, pressing myself against her center. It feels so damn good. We move together in a rhythm that’s only meant for two souls that belong with one another. “I know. Come for me, Layla.”

She clings to me, her nails scratching up my back leaving a trail of fire. I groan quietly, keeping our time together only for us to hear. With another twist of my hips, I feel her pulsing beneath me. Her mouth opens wide and she gasps, a silent scream that I wish I could hear.

But even not hearing it, it’s enough for me to follow right behind her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back, even if I tried to. The feelings between us are too intense, and we had hours of eye-fucking foreplay that already had both of us amped up.

As we come down from our incredible high, I gaze at her, grateful that she doesn’t have a look of regret on her features. She’s sated and happy. Two things I can live with.

“Let me go, um…”

“Clean up?” she says, smiling wide.

“You seem awful proud of yourself.”

“I made you come in your pants. That’s something to be proud of.”

I give her a smile and shake my head as I go to the bathroom and clean up, rinsing my shorts out so we don’t have an issue in the morning if someone comes in here and sees them.

Only, I hadn’t really thought that through because now I only have the pair of underwear I was wearing earlier tonight to throw on. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me completely naked, and heck, we just gave each other an orgasm.

When I step out of the bathroom, she’s lying on her side facing me.

Definitely a sight I can get used to. I almost laugh at myself for ever thinking I was over her. I called her a snob, and at the time I meant it. Natalie would tell me that I was angry as a form of self-preservation. She apologized for her words. Maybe it makes me gullible, but I believe her when she said that she said those things out of jealousy.

When I crawl into bed, I tuck her in close. I can tell she has questions and I do, too, but for now, we both seem to be content to hold each other and let the answers come later.

I reach over and turn the light off completely, blanketing my bedroom in darkness.

“Get some sleep. We’ll worry about getting those answers later.”

“How did you know I had questions?”

“Because I know you. I always have. Always will.”

That appeases her. She nestles in closer, her head resting on my chest, our arms and legs tangled together.

For the first time since Natalie passed, I fall asleep happy.

Chapter Fifteen

Layla

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