Page 39 of In the Lonely Hour

“If we don’t stop, we’re not going to get out of here,” Layla whispered against his lips.

“Maybe I need to just… taste you before we go. I need to get this out of my system.”

“Andres…”

“You can’t give me this amazing gift and say all them sweet words and not think my dick was gonna get hard.”

Her eyes rolled playfully as she lowered her hand between them and stroked his shaft. “Maybe I can take care of this before we go.”

Not needing to hear anything else, Andres closed the door, grabbed her hand, and briskly led her down the hall and up the stairs.

After her laugh subsided, she asked, “Can you at least give me a tour of your home?”

“Later.”

Her movements stopped when they passed the room he was working on to get to his. He’d forgotten Dior’s name was on it.

“What’s this?”

“It’s not done yet.”

“But what is it?”

Andres smiled. “Dior’s room.” Her head tilted as her mouth opened partially. “You’ll have your own room too. I’m not trying to uproot the two of you, but whenever you’re here, I wanted to make sure you both knew this was your home.”

Layla’s chin trembled and she licked her lips as her eyes watered. “I can’t believe you did this. Can I look inside?”

Andres nodded as he opened the door. The room wasn’t done yet, but he’d gotten quite a bit done. Every corner served a purpose. She’d have a space for her art, for reading and watching tv, for her stuffed animals, and for dining and entertaining people who came into her room. So far, he had a small stash of stuffed animals that he’d been collecting for her, and he planned to paint the walls with her whenever she came over.

As he pressed his chest into her back, he whispered into her ear, “I been thinking about forever too.”

Andres smiled as she turned, but she kissed his lips until it fell. Lifting her, Andres wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his room.

“Dre,” she whispered. Pleaded. Anxiously wiggling against him.

“I’m here, baby.”

Placing her on the edge of the bed, Andres quickly kicked off his shoes while she pulled her dress up. A part of him wanted their first time together after their break to be romantic and well planned. Slow and sensual so he could savor every stroke. But right now… Andres felt like he’d burst if he didn’t connect with her soon, and he loved that Layla was on the exact same page. She scooted up, legs spread wide, pussy glistening as she waited for him.

Andres crawled between her legs and dropped his lips to hers as he slowly pressed his way inside. Her mouth opened as she gasped, causing him to suck her bottom lip. Digging her nails into his back, Layla arched her back and made more room for him.

With his eyes trained on hers, Andres coated his dick in her cream… settling as deep inside of her as he could possibly go. By the time he’d stroked her a third time, her legs were closing around him.

“Open your legs,” Andres commanded, barely keeping his voice low and steady.

When she didn’t comply immediately, Andres’s hand wrapped around her hair, pulling gently. Moaning, Layla pressed into his stomach. The second she opened her legs, her pussy pulled him in deeper. Her stomach caved as she watched him disappear inside of her. Between her shallow breathing and moans… the milky cum cascading down his shaft… her eyes rolling into the back of her head… Andres didn’t know how much longer he would last.

He released a low growl and pressed her knees into the bed, lifting her ass and hips slightly in the process. The angled position allowed his curved dick to hit her spot with each stroke. She cried out, pussy tightening around him as she grabbed her breasts.

“It feels different this time,” she moaned, pushing at his stomach again as her entire being trembled.

“It is different this time. You’re mine now.”

The sound of her whimpers as she came was like music to his ears. Andres had never been a quick lover, but he was so overwhelmed his dick was throbbing with the same pace of her walls as he came himself. Layla wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down to her, kissing the freckles on his nose before his lips.

“I’m happy to be yours,” she replied, finally, making him smile.

Andres circled his hips, moaning quietly as she leaked against him. As she held him inside deeply. Tight. Snug. Like she never wanted to let him go. And he was okay with that. Because there was no other place he’d rather be…

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