Page 43 of Remember When We
Lyssa, her touch made my soul shiver as she caressed my cheek. We’d been lying here on the bed naked kissing in between breaks. Breaks, I’d had her five times and I didn’t know what time of day it was. It was dark outside
that was all I knew.
Night had fallen long ago and I didn’t know what the fuck time it was, but I wanted her again.
Especially when she kissed me so deeply and passionately. Pressing her lips on mine, as she tangled her tongue with mine like she wanted to devour me.
An arrow of fire shot straight to my cock making me feel as if I were burning from the inside out. Every kiss fueled the fire and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more of her. Just when I thought I had what I wanted I realized I wanted even more.
I wasn’t ready for her to pull away.
“Gio …” She breathed, my lips smoothed back over hers cutting off her words. She giggled a little and pulled away again. “I have to go. I have to get home to Matthew.”
Fuck … I looked at her and felt stupid. We were parents, we couldn’t just forget the time like this. We weren’t the carefree spirited people we were eight years ago who could just get away with fucking each other to death if that’s what we wanted.
“One more time, just one more time.” I needed her one more time.
“One more time.” She said breathlessly, her voice filled with desire and hunger that matched mine.
She said it like she needed and wanted me.
I slid my hands up the sexy planes of her stomach and looked over her perfect body. I was right, the woman was perfect back then, now she had a body to die for.
I just had to look. Look at her the way I wanted to when I shouldn’t have been looking. Just like when she was younger and forbidden to me.
Her raven hair spilled out wild and sexy over the silky white sheets like an ocean of silk, glorious, and flawless. Her skin was alluring and radiant, glowing from hours of sex.
Those jade eyes stared at me with a mingle of curiosity and sexy mischief. Her soft pink lips pouty and swollen from kissing me everywhere and sucking my cock.
“You’re looking at me weird.” A little smile pulled at the corners of that sexy mouth.
“Not weird, just remembering.”
“When I looked better, and I could take better care of myself?” She giggled. There was no way she could think that. “Sorry to disappoint. I’m not the perky teenager who used to hit the spa on a weekly basis.”
“You’re fucking perfect Lyssa. Absolutely fucking perfect and don’t you dare say anything other than that to me. Especially when I’m here thinking I landed the jackpot with a goddess.”
Surprise washed over her face. As if I could say anything other than what I said.
Unable to stave off the carnal desire any longer I reached for her. I was more than ready to satisfy my hunger I had for her. Sexual desires, hunger that needed to be satisfied.
I parted her thighs and buried my face between them wanting to feast on her sweet pussy one last time. I wanted that sweet nectar in my mouth. The sweet taste of her that flowed just for me.
Licking, and tasting her as she moaned fueling the primitive force inside me that demanded more. More of her, more of what I could take from her.
She writhed against my touch, moaning out loud the more I licked and sucked. I continued my onslaught and glided my hands up her body. I squeezed her breasts while running my thumb back and forth over the diamond hard light pink nipples that darkened the more I teased.
All of this was fucking perfect. So damn perfect it robbed my mind of everything. My brain left me somewhere between going to Paul’s house where I discovered I had a son and going to see Lyssa at the salon.
Damn it, I completely forgot my purpose in going to see Paul and why I went to the house in the first place. Marshall, that was why. I was supposed to be getting information on what support group he had been going to.
At least that was what I was supposed to be doing.
Fuck knew what the guys must have thought when they didn’t see me come back.
I couldn’t even think about how while Paul seemed cordial in talking to me, I sort of wanted to hit him, because he was the one who told me to leave his daughter alone. He had blamed me and made me think I would ruin Lyssa’s life. That kind of guilt was fucked up and completely unfair. Adding insult to injury, years later I find out I have a son and had to introduce myself asmommy’s friend.
Fuck that and fuck the thought ofmommy’s friend.
