Page 88 of Never Really Over

Gorgeous doesn’t even cover it. She’s filled out in all the right places. Her hips a little fuller, her breasts the perfect size for her body. She’s toned from yoga, her ass a work of art. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back.

I don’t know what my favorite part of her is, but I intend on finding out.

“Why don’t you get a closer look, then?”

“If you insist,” I repeat her words back at her.

Before she can make another move, I’m on her, tossing her onto the bed, our naked bodies tangling together.

I take one of her nipples into my mouth and groan, trying to stay as quiet as possible so we don’t wake up Poppy. It seems like an impossible task for both of us, though. She covers her mouth with her hand, her head pressed against the pillows.

Layla grips her other breast, squeezing her other nipple and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Until she reaches between us and plays with herself. Watching her give herself pleasure is the stuff dreams are made of.

I join her playing, not wanting to be left out of the fun, and slide down her body, tasting her. Like a man starved, I can’t get enough. Licking and sucking, pressing her legs open wider for me. She arches her back, pushing her center harder against me.

I groan and she cries out when I slip two fingers inside her. I feel her tremble around my fingers while I suck on her clit. She grips the mattress and twists the comforter as her orgasm courses through her, coming around my fingers and against my tongue. I could do this all night and never get tired of it.

“Colt!” she whispers, grappling at my back. “Get your ass up here. I need more.”

Who am I to deny her?

I kiss my way up her body, loving it when she writhes around from the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Hurry,” she pants.

“Patience,” I tsk. “Let me have fun.”

She sighs, probably from frustration but also from contentment, if the look on her face is any indication.

Suddenly, she pushes against her heels. I comply and flip us over, letting her take a turn to be on top.

“If you get to have fun, so do I.”

I place my hands behind my head. “Be my guest.”

She chuckles and just like I did to her, kisses her way down my body. She remembers certain spots, like right in the crook of my neck, that I particularly love. And, of course, my dick. When she licks and teases the tip before her hot mouth wraps around my hardness, I almost come unglued. I groan and wrap my hand around her hair, holding it away from her face so I can watch.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, my voice gruff.

When we were younger, oral wasn’t something we did often. I vow to make a habit out of it. I also vow to never, ever think about how she got so fucking good at giving head.

I feel my balls tighten and I tap her on the shoulder. “Don’t want to come in your mouth, baby. Get your ass up here.”

With a wicked grin, she lifts her head and straddles me. I reach into my nightstand, quickly sheathing my dick with a condom. We haven’t hadthatdiscussion yet, and I’m not willing to risk anything.

I’d planned on taking her slow our first time back together, but I’m not sure either of us have that kind of willpower. With her knees to the bed and one hand on my chest, she grips me in her small hand and flicks my tip against her center a few times before she painfully slowly slides down around me.

She’s tight and hot and feels like heaven.

Our hands are all over each other, her rhythm is off because we’re both too frantic.

Eyes connected.

Breathing ragged.

It’s better than I remember, being inside her once again feels like a gift.

I flip us over, pulling out and dragging her to the corner of the bed. I lift her hips, drape her legs on my shoulders, and push back inside her.

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