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No, This Is The Life
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We left Moon Hill and headed south. Somehow I hadn’t gotten any calls this whole time and I couldn’t have been more grateful, but that didn’t mean that the next job wouldn’t pop up at any moment. We made it to the place I had down in Florida a few days later. I could tell the moment we walked in that she wasn’t a big fan of the space.
“It’s just so…” Her voice faded off as she did a slow spin in the middle of the living room. “I mean, do you even live here?”
I laughed as I dropped our bags right inside the door.
“There’s nothing about it that tells me this is yours. There is like no,” her hand did some sort of weird, floppy wave in my direction, “youin here.”
“Then let’s change that,” I said, scooping her up and taking her into the bedroom.
Her surprised squeal made me laugh. I tore the comforter away, hoping that the stale dust would go with it. Then I gently dropped her down onto the sheet covered mattress.
“This doesn’t count as making it yours,” she said as a fit of giggles erupted out of her.
“No,” I said as I descended down on top of her, then kissed the hell out of her slowly. “This is making it ours.”
She let out a low, long moan and I could feel her smile against my lips.
“I think I am okay with that idea,” she said then wrapped her legs around me.
I took my time, savoring her lips, her neck, while still fully clothed. It didn’t take long before her hips were rocking, her heated core rubbing up and down my hard as steel erection.
I couldn’t get enough of her. And it wasn’t just the sex. She made my days brighter. My nights more peaceful. My heart felt alive every time she smiled at me, every time she made me laugh. And believe me, she did that often. I hadn’t even realized that I had, in a way, lost my laugh a long time ago. I hadn’t realized that I’d forgotten and let go of a lot of things along the way until she came into my life.
We stripped each other, our eyes only breaking contact long enough to shed our clothes. I had been so absorbed in her that I barely remembered to snag a condom before she pushed my pants down my legs.
With a devilish smile, she pushed me onto my back. Her breasts swayed as she lifted her leg over me and straddled my hips. As she leaned down and kissed me, her slick core slowly ran the length of my hardness as it became trapped between us. She teased me, worked me, until I felt like I was ready to blow.
“Sweetness,” I grunted out as a warning, my muscles straining all over trying to hold back. “Luce, I need to be inside of you.”
She snatched up the condom and with nimble fingers, slowly rolled it down my shaft. She drew it out, her eyes never leaving mine. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I knew right then I’d never give her up. I would never want to.
And suddenly the future opened up with so many possibilities that I’d never had before. I wanted them all with her.
She raised up, her back bowing, her peaked nipples poking out, and her creamy skin already flushed. She lowered herself down on me, taking her sweet time. I watched until I was completely buried inside of her. Her body was already shaking and she let out a satisfied sigh. My fingers made their way to her hips. I had to touch her as she rode me. Her movements were unhurried and she lifted until I nearly left her slick heat. Then she descended, her eyes rolling back into her head. She felt so amazing and it was all I could do to sit there and let her control everything. But I did and managed to not shoot off in a split second as well. Which was hard, especially when she tightened around me every time she rose up.
“Derrick,” she moaned out and I felt her pace falter.
She was so lost in us and I was right there with her. Her body rocked down on me harder and faster as her nails dug into my chest. I met her thrust for thrust, pushing up into her at the right angle. She moaned and begged and I gave her what she needed.
“I’m so close. Derrick, please.”
“Right there with you, Luce. Come with me,” I said right before I knifed up and grabbed the back of her hair.
Our lips met, and not a tentative, soft kiss either. It was desperate and clingy but in the deepest way possible. Like we had to be connected as much as we were physically allowed to be. Like we were trying to touch each other’s souls.
We came together, crashing over the same edge, clinging to each other so tightly that I lost sight of where she ended and I began.
“Love,” she whispered out half lost in a body-vibrating orgasm haze.
Her head snapped down and her panic-stricken eyes met mine instantly.
“I loved it too,” I said holding back a smirk and letting her think that she got out of it for just a brief second.
