Page 42 of Always Been You
We both do quick work, with me freeing my cock in between kisses and she removing her pants. We break the kiss and I stare. She smirks. “You like what you see?”
“Very much,” She says, then grabs my length and I’m gone.
Chapter Nineteen
Lawliss
Taking Eddie deeper fills me with a warmth and pride I can’t quite put into words. The way his focus is entirely on me, like I’m the most precious jewel in the world, makes something inside me bloom. That feeling drives me, and I push him in deeper, earning a low grunt. No one has ever looked at me like this before. Not Derrick, not anyone. For once, I let myself believe it—believe that I’m enough.
“Ah, fuck,” he breathes, his voice rough with pleasure. His fingers gather my hair, pulling it back to keep my face in full view, using the strands to guide the pace.
“Beautiful… Yeah… Just like that,” he says, breathless between ragged inhales. His hips start to move, slow at first, testing. I take him in deeper, and when he brushes the back of my throat, I choke slightly but don’t stop, pressing forward instead. He brushes the back of my throat and it isn’t shame or fear that follows. It’s resolve. I press forward, meeting his movements, letting him see there’s no hesitation in me. I’ve never cared about anyone seeing me this exposed before, but with Eddie, I don’t care. There’s a power in the way he reacts to me, a power I didn’t know I craved.
I know giving into this attraction with Eddie this time means we’re going to label our relationship. he’ll be my partner or boyfriend but I don’t care. I know I told myself I wouldn’t do anything for love again, but suddenly, with Eddie, it feels safe to let my walls down.
Deciding to give myself to someone again is a risk I swore I wouldn’t take again but with Eddie, I don’t see myself falling apart. He’s been my anchor for years, steady and unshakable, and I know in my heart he’d never hurt me—at least not intentionally.
I twirl my tongue, pushing him closer to the edge, and just as he’s about to lose control, he pulls out abruptly.
“I would have swallowed,” I sulk, pouting up at him.He chuckles, low and warm. His hand brushes my cheek as he pulls me onto my side. “We didn’t talk about that. Turn over,” he says, his voice firm as he pulls me into position.
I shift onto the bed, lying on my side, facing the west wall and the headboard. He moves beside me, our legs tangling together, skin against skin, both of us completely bare. My hand drifts down, grabbing his cock and wrapping my hands around his full length. The weight of him in my palm sends a thrill through me.
“I love how your cock gets hard in my hands,” I tell him, my voice teasing but laced with heat.
A deep, guttural grunt escapes him; unspoken needs demand release.
“Uh-huh,” he mutters, his fingers slipping between my thighs, deliberate and confident. He slides one inside, his touch making me shiver, then leans in to capture my mouth just as he adds another finger. His kiss is hungry, swallowing my moans like they belong to him.
I use my left hand to stroke him, slow and steady, feeling him twitch under my touch.
“Fuck… fuck,” he groans against my mouth. “I want to bury my cock inside your pussy.”
“Tonight is for you,” I whisper. “Fuck me any way you want.”
His fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot he’s already mapped out. I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure washes over me in waves, stars dancing behind my lids.
Before I can bring him to the edge with my hand, he shifts, pulling me closer. His cock presses against my entrance as he lines himself up.
The anticipation feels like more than just this fleeting point in time. It’s every wall I’ve built, every fear I’ve clung to, waiting to be torn down. And with Eddie, I want them gone. Every last one. He slips inside slowly, filling me inch by inch. The sound he makes sends a shiver down my spine.
Adjusting his position, he grips my hip and starts moving his hips.
“I love how your pussy feels when I slide in,” he breathes, his words rough, hungry.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he growls, pulling my legs over his shoulders. His hips move faster, deliberate, every thrust claiming me in a way that makes my head spin. The pressure builds, hot and consuming, until it’s impossible to tell where I end and he begins.
We’ve had sex before, but this feels different. With Derrick, it was always just bodies. Mechanic, distant. But with Eddie… every movement feels like he’s speaking to me without words, asking me to trust him, to let go. And for the first time in years, I want to. It’s raw, overwhelming, like the first time all over again, like we’re tearing down every wall between us. Like a fresh start.
It’s not just physical. It’s deeper. Every thrust feels like a promise he doesn’t need to say out loud. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe again that this might be what love feels like. Eddie might break me, but right now, I don’t have the energy or the will to care.
He shifts, both my legs spread wider, his strong arms wrapping around my knees to keep me steady. He holds me like I might shatter, and the moment changes. His movements are slow and deliberate, and I realize instantly we’re no longer fucking. This is something else.
With each deliberate thrust, his gaze never leaves mine. His hands, firm yet reverent, hold me as if I’m something fragile he’s afraid to break. The heat in his eyes softens, and for the first time, I feel seen not as a conquest, but as a woman he treasures.
“Come for me, Empress,” he whispers, his voice rough but tender, and I’m gone. Right now, I’m not just Lawliss; I’m his Empress again. Like royalty. Like someone worthy of being treasured. That’s what he does to me.
He thrusts again, and I come undone, my body shaking as waves crash over me. He follows soon after, his grip tightening around me, then stills, his chest heaving as he lies against me. Neither of us says a word as we try to catch our breath.
