Page 30 of Finally Yours
I grasp onto her lace-clad bottom and scoot her up my body. “I want to come inside you, Nurse Lyla. I think that would cure it once and for all. Please let me inside.”
She arches an eyebrow. “You really think that would cure you?”
“Y…yes, I’m sure it would.” I’m panting, waiting for the chance to be inside her heat.
She climbs over me and pushes her panties to the side. I reach up, sliding my finger along her slit. I push a finger inside her wetness, and she gasps. “Do you have an ache too, nurse? Perhaps one I can fix for you too?” I ask huskily.
Her naughty smile sets me on fire again. “Yes, I think you can help me fix that too. I think I’ll fix both our aches.”
I take my finger away and feel her slit slide across the head of my cock. She slides down slowly on me, taking my girth inch by inch. The feeling is indescribable, and I thrust upward, wanting to fill her up completely.
She pushes down on my chest. “Slowly, doctor, slowly, at first,” she admonishes.
I do as she says, until she finally takes me all the way inside. “You feel so good, doctor. So fucking good.” With those words, she leans down and kisses me hungrily. The kiss is wild and reckless, just like my Lyla.
She pulls up again and then sits back down. I let her set the pace, going slowly at first and then ramping up until I can’t feel anything but her, until I’m completely surrounded by her.
I feel the tingle at the edge of my spine signaling my oncoming release. I want to hold onto this feeling. I want to always be inside of her this way.
I grit my teeth together. “I’m coming, Lyla. Come with me, baby. Come with me.”
She throws her head back and those golden curls bounce as she continues to ride me. I feel her falling apart and know I can’t take it any longer.
“I love you, Lyla. I love you always,” I chant over and over again as I ram up into her. I come hard, spurt after spurt unloading into her. I want to mark her as mine. I want to claim her forever.
She lays in my arms afterwards for a long time. We talk of nothing and everything. She looks up at me with those bright blue eyes and I melt again. “Did I cure you?” she asks.
I smile broadly. “Yes, nurse, you cured me of everything. Now that I’m finally yours, I’m cured of everything all at once.”
Epilogue
You gotta love a happy ending. -Lyla
Lyla
In rom-coms, there is not spit up, I think to myself. The couple lives happily-ever-after and you never have to picture the heroine covered in spit up while a baby wails loudly from her arms. There are no breasts leaking with milk, no baby toys strewn all over the living room, and no smell emanating from the heroine. All is well in rom-com land.
I grimace as I pull my shirt away from my chest. I then look down at my dear, sweet, baby girl. My face softens and I can’t help but smile, even if she is a little too red-faced to be particularly cute at the moment. Our Mary Beth is treasured by us, even if she is going through a little colic right now.
The front door shutting gives me momentary pause.Good God, is it already time for Asher to be home?I glance down at my watch. It is.Shit.I meant to have all this cleaned up before he got home.
“Where are my girls at?” he yells out, and I finally reply with a meek “Here”.
I juggle Mary Beth on my hip as he comes into the room. “Ah, there’s my girls. I’m so glad to see you two.”
I sigh in relief as he takes baby girl. Of course, she immediately shuts up and looks up at him with a goofy, toothless grin. If I didn’t love her so much, I would have to give that girla stern talking to. But as it is, I melt. My handsome man looks good with our baby in his arms.
He glances over at me and takes stock of my appearance. He leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek. “You look beautiful as usual, honey.”
I roll my eyes. “You need glasses, doc.”
He beams. “No, I don’t. I’ve got the two most beautiful girls in all of Savannah. In all of Georgia. Hell, in all the world,” he boasts.
I can’t help but smile back. My Asher has changed in the last few years. He truly is a proud papa, and our little girl is securely wrapped around his little finger. I am too, to be honest. I sit down on the couch with a huff and just watch him. That man can still fill out a pair of jeans and the silver at his temples only adds to his sexiness.
“So, I’ve got a surprise for you.” He gives me a wink as he lays Mary Beth down on her tummy time rug.
I clap. “Ooh, what is it? A nap? Can I get a nap for 500, Alex?” I’m joking, of course, but I really would kill for a long nap.
