Page 38 of In the Lonely Hour

“You wanna start fresh in the morning?” Andres suggested, using the hem of her silk sleep shirt to pull her between his legs.

“I promised your mom tha—mmm…”

After kissing her words away he said, “I don’t give a fuck what you promised my mama. I want this pussy that’s promised tome.”

Her mouth dropped and she clutched his shoulders as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist. Pressing her into the door, Andres looked into her eyes deeply. He’d become so skilled at making her cum. It didn’t take long… unless he wanted it to. Andres’s fingers went deep before curving out, sliding against her opening and her clit. It felt so good she weakened against the door as her eyes grew heavy. Her wetness grew louder,and thicker. Eventually, her heavy breathing turned into quiet moans, and it wasn’t long before she was cumming.

When he pulled his fingers out, he looked them over, mesmerized, with a shake of his head.

“I can’t wait until you cum on my dick like this again.”

“I can do it now,” she offered sweetly. “If you want.”

Andres chuckled and placed a soft kiss to her lips. “You want us to wait or not? I’m cool either way. You’re worth the wait.”

Layla sighed as she nodded in agreement. “You are too. It’s going to be hard, but I agree. Let’s wait.”

His head bobbed once as he pulled her off the door, taking her lips into his for a deep, passionate, tender kiss.

“Hurry up and get the fuck away from that nigga, Layla.”

“I will. I swear.”

Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds before he opened the door and walked out. With a pout, Layla locked up behind him and headed back to her room.

A While Later

Every time he thought about Layla telling him to get dressed because she was taking him out to celebrate her divorce being finalized, Andres smiled. He didn’t know what she had planned, so he dressed simply in a black v-neck and jeans with loafers. Honestly, he didn’t need shit but her to celebrate her divorce. That, and the opportunity to lay Carlos out. He was trying to release the pent up aggression he felt and tell himself it was over, but it wasn’t as easy as knowing that’s what he needed to do. After spraying his Bleu De Chanel cologne, Andres headed out of his bedroom just a few seconds before his doorbell rang. A smile spread his lips as he went to answer.

As soon as his eyes landed on Layla, Andres bit down on his bottom lip as he moaned. She looked good as fuck. Her thick hair was flat ironed and parted down the middle, resting past her shoulders. She was wearing makeup for a change, and instead of wearing her normal bright colors, Layla was dressed in a strapless, black mini dress that he couldn’t wait to get her out of.

“Hey, handsome,” Layla greeted, pulling her arms forward and showing him the plaque that was inside.

“Good evening, beautiful. You look… absolutely amazing.”

She blushed. “You look quite delectable yourself.”

“Watch out na. If you keep on, we can cancel this date and I’ll let you have your way with me.”

Layla chuckled as she handed him the plaque. The way she held it, Andres couldn’t see what was on the other side.

“Um… this is from me and Dior.” When he accepted it and turned it around, she continued. “I guess you can say it’s a welcome back into our lives gift.”

His fingers slid across the glass as his head shook. The past month had been the perfect mix of heaven and hell on earth. Heaven because he’d been with Dior every other day. Hell because he and Layla hadn’t been intimate. After talking to his mother, she decided they should wait until her divorce was finalized. While he respected and accepted her decision, not sleeping with her or even kissing her for that matter had been driving him crazy. But as he stared at the picture… Andres was sure the wait had been worth it.

There were two pictures, one of all three of them and one of the two of them from their time at the botanic garden. Next to the pictures were six freeze dried red roses.

“Those are from the first bouquet you gave me. I um… I knew, even then, my time with you would be something I’d want to remember forever. I planned to keep it for myself, but I’mhoping that since I’m officially single again… I can haveyouforever.”

Andres didn’t realize how long he’d been staring at her until she giggled softly and hung her head.

“Say something please,” she requested quietly.

His mouth opened and closed before he set the plaque down. Taking her hands into his, Andres pulled her closer.

“I would be honored to spend the rest of my life with you. Thank you for this. It’s the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received.”

Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds more, and though Andres was anxious to kiss her… there was something about holding her hands, feeling that warmth, and keeping her gaze that was all the intimacy he needed. Eventually, Andres wrapped her arms around him and lowered his lips to hers.

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