Page 20 of In the Lonely Hour

“Can you stay tonight?”

Instead of answering vocally, Andres took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom after cutting the light off in the living room. She showered first, then Andres. When he returned to her bedroom, he saw why she wanted him to go last. The mood she’d set while he was in the bathroom had definitely made her intentions a bit clearer. Still, Andres would want to hear her actually say what she wanted. For consent, yes, but also because he wanted to know that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

She’d dimmed the lights and her blackout curtains were drawn. Had it not been for the numerous candles and lamps strategically placed all around the room, Andres wouldn’t have been able to see her silhouette at all. He made his way over to her as GIVEON played in the background. The moment he was close enough, Andres’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her into his embrace.

“So we’re not spending the night watchingBeverly Hills 90210?”

Layla chuckled. After she’d watched theHarry PotterandTwilightseries with him, he agreed to watchThe Golden GirlsandBeverly Hills 90210with her.

“I had something a little more intimate in mind.”

“Like what? Paint me a picture.”

Her hands slid up and down his arms as she shifted in his embrace. “You on top of me. Inside of me. Us cumming together quietly. Something like that.”

A quiet moan escaped his lips as he bit down on the bottom one. Andres lifted her into the air and wrapped her legs around him, then carried her over to the bed for what he was sure would be a long, pleasurable night…

Was she supposed to tell him that she hadn’t had sex in over a year? And that before that, she hadn’tmade lovein about three. Or that her husband hadn’t eaten her pussy in so long she would probably be too sensitive to how it would feel? Were those things covered with sexual health and testing? Layla opened her mouth to ask, but Andres was looking at her so intensely and provocatively within the darkness that all she could do was lick her lips and lean forward to return her lips to his.

Layla relaxed into a state of lust riddled warmth and bliss as Andres covered her body with his. Andres pulled away, his eyes caressing her with tender, invisible fingers. Almost against her will, she began to remove every piece of thin clothingkeeping her from feeling every inch of his skin against hers. For a moment, Andres watched the steady rise and fall of her chest before licking each of her nipples. She immediately relaxed underneath him, biting down on her bottom lip as he massaged one breast while nibbling the other.

The more he teased and tasted her mounds, the more aroused she grew. Squirming underneath him, Layla sighed softly as more pleasure ensued. By the time Andres made his way between her thighs, her pussy had already released a wet welcome for him. As soon as he slurped her clit into his mouth, she felt branded by him.

Completely owned.

As her back arched off the bed, Layla gripped his head, feeding him her pussy. He was a very intuitive lover, licking more when she hummed, sucking harder when she moaned. When they got too loud, Andres placed his middle and pointer fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them as he dipped his tongue in and out of her pussy until she came. Latching back onto her clit, Andres applied gentle pressure and swirled his tongue around it as she whimpered, walls pulsing and legs quivering as she climaxed.

By the time Andres made his way up her body, Layla’s breathing was wild, her heart was open, and her walls were willing to accept every fucking inch of him. Her legs opened wide, ready to receive him. Pressing her knees into the bed, Andres allowed his dick to spring against her clit, slapping it gently and causing her to gasp and jerk.

“Put it in,” she begged, wrapping her hand around his curved shaft to do so herself.

Andres chuckled, low and seductively, but it turned into a soft moan as he teased her folds open. She gasped, feeling the prickles of her walls stretching to accommodate his length and curve. He groaned and pulled out a little before making his wayback in fully. Layla dug her nails into his sides, mouth opened partly, though she found it hard to breathe. His hips circled and he stroked her deeply, shaking her from her core.

Each of his beginning strokes made her whimper. She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deep, shaky breaths as her body heated. Andres was deep, yet somehow still gentle. Slow. Taking his time. Making sure she felt every inch of his strokes. Her whimpers and sharp breaths turned into low, guttural moans as her pussy began to secrete creamy cum.

“Mmm,” Andres moaned, gripping her legs tighter so they wouldn’t close as she came.

Her pussy opened for him more, and his quiet curses were his vocal appreciation.

Andres lowered himself to her chest, allowing her to wrap her legs around him. His ragged breathing and low groans against her ear increased her arousal. Rocking her hips against him, Layla lost herself in his steady, long strokes. She cupped his face, pulling his lips to hers. Between his moans and deep kisses, it wasn’t long before she was cumming again. This time, he did too. Andres pulled out long enough to release his seeds before he was slipping back inside. Hooking her ankles on his shoulders, he quickened his pace, tapping her clit with each stroke. She fought to remain as quiet as possible, but the secrecy of their lovemaking made it that much more erotic. Before she could stop herself, she was whimpering and moaning his name almost as loudly as the music that played. Layla devoted herself to him, and he to her, for the rest of the night.

A lazy smile spread across her face at the feel of Andres’s arm wrapped around her. This was the first time in a long time that Layla had woken up in a man’s arms, and there was so much peace there. She sighed and snuggled deeper into his chest, releasing a soft moan when he kissed the back of her neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome.”

“How did you sleep?”

She chuckled. His hand sliding up and squeezing her breast had Layla closing her eyes and relaxing even more against him.

“Very well. You?”

“Same.”

Layla reached between them, stroking his hardened dick. “This was definitely worth my long wait.”

“How long had it been?”

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