We slowly come down, a few more shivers roll through her body as the last of the aftershocks of her orgasm subside. We stay in the same position for what feels like hours, Hayley straddling me, my cock slowly softening inside her, not wanting to break the connection, her head against my chest.
This feels like home.
Nothing has ever felt so right.
“Never let me go,” Hayley says softly, almost in a plea.
“Never.”
∞∞∞
Sunlight streams through the window the following morning. Memories of last night flood my mind.
She loves me.
She loves me.
After she fell asleep in my arms last night, I lay awake, watching her. She looked so beautiful, peaceful in her dreams. I could stare at her all day and all night and be the happiest man on earth.
I still cringe when I think back to how we met, what an asshole I was to her and her father, no wonder he hates me after what I did. I just can’t understand how Hayley found it in her heart to forgive me, to look past it, to give me a second chance. But that’s just who she is, she’s the kindest person I’ve ever met.
I don’t deserve her, but I’ll damn sure I never disappoint her, never fail her, never give her reason to regret her decision to stay with me, never make her regret her love for me.
I never expected to fall for her, but now I think it was inevitable. It snuck up on me and took me by surprise, wrapping me up tight and now I never want it to let me go.
I reach over expecting to find Hayley’s soft, warm body next to mine, but instead I find it empty. I squint my eyes against the harsh light and search the room. Her clothes from the floor are no longer there.
I jump out of bed and pull my jeans and shirt from yesterday back on.
Did she leave?
Did she finally figure out what a fuck up I am and get out while she still could?
I head out of my room and down the stairs.
Faint laughter echoes through the house.
Hayley’s laughter.
I breathe a deep sigh of relief.
She stayed.
I go in search of where the voice came from when I finally reach the kitchen, I stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching as my mother and Hayley cook breakfast. Eggs sizzle on the stove, along with bacon and sausages. They laugh together, making me smile. I love that they get along it seems so natural for Hayley to be here, as a part of my family.
She glances my direction, seeing me standing watching them and a huge smile spreads across her face.
I almost fall to my knees. God, how much I love her.
“Morning,” she greets.
“Hi.” I make my way across the kitchen, around the island in the middle and circle my arms around her body, pinning her to the counter behind her, one of my hands cups her cheek and I place my lips on hers. I almost get lost the feel of her when I realise, we aren’t alone. I begrudgingly tear my lips away from her and glance to my right where my mom is standing, watching us, her jaw on the floor.
“Morning, mom,” I say.
Hayley lets out a little giggle, burying her face in my chest, hiding the blush that has crept flushed her cheeks rosy pink with embarrassment.
“Good morning.” My mom picks her jaw up off the floor and offers me a smug smile. She eyes both me and Hayley before turning her attention back to the food. “Hayley and I were cooking breakfast.”
“I see that.”
“I’m going to go and set the table, won’t be long,” she announces before leaving the kitchen.
“I panicked a little when I woke up and you were gone,” I confess.
“You thought I’d left?”
“I don’t know, I guess I did.”
She cups my face with her hand and brings her lips to mine, pressing lightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My lips collide with hers. I grip her thighs and lift her onto the counter, her legs dangling either side of me. I hold her against me, massaging her ass while I grind my crotch into hers, my dick growing hard, she whimpers into my mouth.
My mother coughs behind me as she comes back into the kitchen. She eyes us, her eyebrow raised, her mouth curved up into a smirk.
I pull Hayley off the counter and set her back down on her feet, I hear her let out a shy giggle. “I’m just going to the bathroom.” She pecks me on the cheek as she passes and floats out the door, her cheeks are flushed again.
My mom walks over to the cooker, turning over the bacon and sausages as they sizzle in the pan.
“She’s lovely, Kyle.”
“I know.”
“I heard you when you told her you love her. I can’t describe the feeling of hearing you say that to her just now, and she to you.”
“Never took you for an eavesdropper, mom,” I joke.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s alright.” I smile.
“I’m so happy you found her. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, you know, for you to find someone like her, to find love.”
“I didn’t plan to, it just sort of happened.”
“That’s how it’s meant to happen. It's meant to take you by surprise and knock you off your feet.”
“What is with this family becoming so philosophical, first dad and now you too?”
She laughs.
“I’m sorry for storming out last night.”
“It’s alright, I never realised just how much it hurts you, not having known her.” I
