Page 116 of All This Time
Before she recovers fully, I turn her over on her back and lay her down on the bed, sliding back inside her, moving her left leg up over my shoulder so I can get as deep as possible. She arches her back and claws at my shoulders again. “Goddamn it, Laney. Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
“Yes…”
“We have so much time to make up for…”
She frames my face with her hands. “Keep fucking me, Fletcher.”
I bury my head in her neck, kissing and nibbling on her sensitive skin. “God, you feel so fucking good, Laney. Your pussy fits me like a fucking glove, perfectly made for my cock.” I lick up the column of her throat.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” I murmur into her ear.
“Yes…” She squeezes her pussy around me, making my entire body shiver. “So much,” she moans.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” I speed up, thrusting harder and faster as that tingle at the base of my spine builds. She nods, urging me on. “Jesus Christ, I’m coming…” White, hot pleasure races through my body as I empty myself into her, sliding in over and over until the last drop leaves my body.
She kisses me deeply as I recover, and when we part, I stare down at her, feeling like my entire life just changed with that orgasm.
But it wasn’t just the sex that blew my mind—it was the fact that I just had sex with Laney Hart.
“Holy hell, angel,” I breathe out before pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
She continues to lie there with her eyes closed, catching her breath. When I lean down again to kiss her neck, she lets out a little moan. “Fletcher…”
“Fuck. The sound of my name coming from your lips after you came all over me is perfect.” A few minutes pass before we’ve both recovered enough to stand. As much as I don’t want to, I pull out of her and then help her up from the bed. “Let’s clean you up.”
Laney cautiously walks to her bathroom, turning on the lights when we step inside. Our naked bodies are reflected back at us in the mirror. I step up behind her, brush her hair to the side, and kiss her neck.
“So fucking beautiful.”
She spins to face me, and I lift her onto the counter, watching my cum drip down the inside of her thighs as I push them apart. “This is fucking beautiful too,” I say, drawing my finger through my release and rubbing it into her skin.
“Are you a closet caveman, Fletcher Adams?” she teases with a quirk in her lips.
I keep spreading my cum across her thigh. “I didn’t think I was until I saw this. Fuck…” I drag my hand down my face. “You have no idea what you do to me, Laney.”
She pulls me toward her, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I think I’m beginning to understand.”
A trip back home to celebrate one of my best friends getting married has developed into finding out why the first woman I’ve ever had feelings for despised me, and realizing that those feelings are still there. Guilt that’s been hibernating in my chest has finally started to subside. Passion I’ve been keeping dormant has finally been unleashed.
But worry still hangs in the air—because there’s no way I’ll be able to leave at the end of next week without having to sacrifice something. I’m not sure where I stand on all counts yet, and until I do, I just want to focus on what’s right in front of me—the girl I’ve always compared all others to—naked and giving herself over to me.
I reach for a washcloth from a shelf in the corner and begin cleaning us both up before we get dressed and head back out to the living room. I take her by the hand and pull her into me when we reach her front door.
I press my lips to hers again, and the moan that leaves her mouth travels all the way down my body. “I need to go before I strip you naked and feast on every part of you until you’re screaming.”
“Probably a good idea.”
For a moment, I debate pressing her further, trying to find out where her head is at. But I know this woman—slow and steady is going to win this race.
Even though nothing’s official yet, I know the line we crossed tonight isn’t one we can come back from. Laney wanted this as much as I did, and for now, that’s enough.
Once the wedding’s over, I’ll face whatever hurdles stand in our way—her brother, my friends, my career…
But now, I press one more kiss to her lips. “Good night, angel.”
“Good night, Fletcher.”
I walk backwards down the driveway, her eyes on me the whole way.
