My hands slid into his thick, curly hair, tugging slightly at them as my voice rose in pitch and my pleasure level spiked dangerously close to explosion. I was so close… “Cade!” I cried out as he slid a finger inside me.
Oh, God, it was so good and nearly there. I was so wet, I clenched the sheets around me, my hands moving around wildly, filling up with the pressure of the pleasure.
I moaned loudly when he put a second finger inside me, hardly able to think at all now. He curled his fingers inside just so and I gasped his name again, feeling his smugness but not caring because he’d earned it, he deserved to feel smug, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t—
I screamed as I came, a long, drawn out thing, the wetness escaping my body in a rush, making Cade a happy man. He kissed tenderly along my stomach until I began to calm down.
“Beautiful,” he murmured again.
For that moment, I truly believed it. I truly believed him when he said it.
21
Cade
Watching Laura come was delicious, akin to a revelation. Every orgasm I gave her, every time our bodies were together in a rush of pleasure and desire, only strengthened my determination to never let her go. I knew that I was in it for the long haul. No other woman made me feel like she did. I didn’t love, couldn’t love, any woman like I loved her.
Hearing her scream my name was the best thing in the world. I crawled up her gorgeous body, kissing every curve, waiting for her to calm down before I stroked my cock and put it inside her. My body was on fire, in agony with expectation, but I wanted to make sure that she wasn’t too sensitive before I slid into her.
Laura fixed a look of delicious desire on me, licking her lips. I smirked and crawled further up to suck that devilish tongue of hers, groaning at the feel of her warm body against mine. I rolled my hips, delighting in her whimper, and then grabbed my cock.
I squeezed the base of my cock to stave off my orgasm as Laura spread her legs, and I carefully slid inside her.
Fuck, she was clenching her muscles around me like she was eager to draw me inside of her. Her hands and mouth were doing the same thing, pulling me into her, keeping me entranced. As if she needed to do anything more to convince me to be with her.
I took my time kissing her, even as that edge of desire made me want to speed through. I felt like we were making up for lost time, like I was chasing all the moments of intimacy we could have had all these years.
My cock jerked and I couldn’t resist anymore. I pulled out until only the tip was inside and then I thrust into her, hard and deep. Fuck, she felt so goddamn good. How had I ever been able to give her up?
I sped up, unable to help myself, and Laura clung to me, kissing me all over my neck, my face, so full of fire as always, never content just to receive but giving in return, meeting my passion with her own….
I balanced my stance by placing one hand next to her head and using the other to stroke her clit, wanting to make her come along with me. I wanted to make up for all the days I hadn’t spent in this town, all the lonely nights she must have had. The only thing sweeter than my own gut-punching orgasm was when hers followed, as her leg muscles tightened around my cock and she cried out in surprise.
Laura panted as I rolled off her, and landed on the bed right next to her. She snuggled into my side and yawned, already exhausted.
“I should…” she mumbled, clearly still out of it.
“Shh…” I kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. “Stay.”
Laura mumbled something I didn’t catch, but her eyes closed and in moments, she was asleep.
I smiled at her, taking in the way her auburn hair glowed in the moonlight. I had her in my arms, and I had never felt more content. The sleep that followed that night was the sweetest I’d had in years.
Being the first one to wake up in the morning, I stretched out and watched the morning sunlight glinting over the lake through the window. There was this all-encompassing feeling of being…content. It wasn’t just happiness. Happiness brought with it a feeling of elation. This was calmer, quieter, and yet deeper for it. Contentment.
God, when was the last time I’d felt that? When was the last time I’d woken up in the morning and just laid in bed feeling good about myself, about my life, about the day? When was the last time I’d woken up and felt positive about the events of the day and how I’d lead my life?
I couldn’t remember. Probably ten years ago, when I was with Laura.
Speaking of which….
I looked over at Laura, who lay asleep next to me. She looked like an absolute angel in the morning light, the warm rays of the sun making almost glow golden. Perhaps I was biased, looking at her with the eyes of a man in completely smitten by her, heads-over-heels in love, but I didn’t care. I’d never seen anyone more beautiful. I wanted to keep staring at her for hours.
Of course, I couldn’t do that. We were going to get hungry, and we’d have to take a shower together, probably, after the activities of last night. Hmm…. Perhaps I could take us out somewhere nice for a brunch? I didn’t want to leave this comfortable nest, but I also wanted to keep treating her. Perhaps it would be nice for us to go out and about, to go to one
