Page 122 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
His eyes move up my body until they meet mine. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
Grabbing the base of his cock, he lines it up with my pussy and slides fully inside me in one hard stroke.
“Fuck,” he blurts at the same time I cry out, “Holy shit.”
Home.
I’mhomewith him.
He slides fully back out and back in. I squeeze my eyes shut and reach out, pressing my hands to his stomach.
“Oh, god. Spencer.” I struggle to get enough air in my lungs.
I’m so fucking full—my whole being filled by him.
“Harlow,” he whimpers my name, biting his lower lip. “You have no fucking idea how good you feel. How long I’ve dreamed of this.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond because he lowers his body over mine until our bodies are flush and I don’t know where I end, and he begins. He kisses me long and slow. Fisting the back of his hair in my hand, I silently beg for more. Harder. Faster. Messy. I want him to give me all of it.
Holding my cheek in his hand, he presses his forehead to mine.
It’s intense—the eye contact—but I don’t look away.
I see it there in his eyes—the love he’s always sworn has never gone away. Despite the years, the distance, my new relationship,he’s always remained steadfast in his feelings. It’s more than I deserve.
He doesn’t say the words though, and for that I’m grateful. It would be too much for me right now. I’m too torn apart as it is.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, his breath brushing my lips. “Keep squeezing my cock like that and I won’t be able to hold off much longer.”
“Then don’t.” I close the tiny distance between our mouths, kissing him with a desperation I’m almost ashamed to share with him. It tells him more than I can ever admit with words.
He pulls away and grips my hips, pumping into me harder, faster, and throwing me straight off the edge of the cliff when he rubs my clit with his thumb.
I pant his name repeatedly, yanking at his bed covers for something to hold onto.
He pulls out of me and rips the condom off, stroking himself until he comes in thick spurts all over my stomach. The sticky cum coats me and I reach down, spreading it around.
“Fuck,” he drawls out the word. “That’s so fucking hot, baby.”
He leans back over me, kissing me long and deep. He sucks my bottom lip and lets it go with a pop.
“How long do I have with you?” he asks, his eyes raking over my bare body.
“The rest of the day and all night if you want me,” I confess.
“I want forever. I always have.”
I squeal when he picks me up easily from his bed and carries me to his bathroom to shower.
He turns it on and yanks me inside. I brace myself for cold water, but I’m surprised to find it immediately warm. I guess that’s a perk of living in a mansion.
Wrapping his arms around me, he just holds me while the rainfall shower falls around us.
“I might never let you go,” he confesses.
I close my eyes, leaning the side of my face against his chest. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that I might let him keep me forever, but I don’t want to give him false hope.
Not when I still belong to another man.
