I need to taste her.
I need to know that she’s here, that she’s mine. I need to consume her.
Inhaling her scent, I close my eyes and let out a groan before I part my lips and slide my tongue along her entire center. Pussy to clit. She’s wet and tastes goddamn incredible.
Circling her sensitive clit, I dip my tongue inside her wetness, then shift it back to her sweet bundle of nerves.
She tastes fucking amazing as always, a palate that I don’t think I could ever get tired of. Best I’ve ever fucking had. Absolute fucking best. Her fingers drag along my scalp. Fuck, I love the feel of her nails on my body… anywhere on my flesh. I don’t stop, couldn’t even if I wanted to.
Not until she comes.
I need to taste her, and I’m going to swallow every fucking drop, too.
It doesn’t take long. Shifting my focus to her clit, I flick her there, over and over, then suck on the sweet nub before I slip two fingers inside her, making a come-hither motion. I feel her there.
Dammit, her soft, sweet pussy…fuck me. I wish it were my cock buried deep inside her instead of my fingers. I want to feel her come around my dick. I want her to fucking strangle me. Make it hurt. Because I know it would feel so goddamn good.
That’s what I want.
To feel her pussy clench around me. Feel her come, knowing it’s me who did it. Sure, her pussy clenching around my fingers is fucking amazing, but there is something about her coming around my dick that is next fucking level.
Knowing that she’s close, tasting it, feeling it—I want it to last forever.
For-fucking-ever.
When she finally does come, I close my eyes, swallowing every fucking drop just the way I imagined.
Savoring it.
Relishingher.
If I could choose someone and know I wouldn’t absolutely ruin and fuck her over, if I could actually keep her the way I desire and not make her regret every goddamn second of being with me… I would indeed keep Lainey-Rose.
Because truth be told… I do love her.
I am head over heels madly in love with this woman.
I can admit that to myself. I won’t admit it to her. But I do love her, and I’ll never tell her that. Ain’t that some bullshit? To be forty fucking years old and have finally fallen in love for the first time, but I can’t do a goddamn thing about it except savor every moment until I have to hand her off to the man who’s going to marry her and give her babies?
I hate myself for this.
Hate everything about this situation.
The last thing I wanted to do was fall in love with her. I wanted to fuck her out of my system so we could both move on. A mutually beneficial goodbye. That way, we would both walk away without wonderingwhat if. But I have a feeling that is not going to be easy.
Not in the goddamn slightest.
I fell in love with Lainey-Rose, and I shouldn’t have. I knew it when we started, and I know it now, but it doesn’t change the facts. I love her. Every goddamn perfect inch of her. I wish I could make her mine.
LAINEY
When I come, it’s all-consuming, and my breathing comes out in heavy pants. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do anything else. The orgasm is so good that it takes over every inch of my entire being.
My eyes widen, looking directly into Gunnar’s when he shifts forward, and I feel the head of his cock against my center. My legs are still draped over his shoulders as he buries himself deep inside me, slowly—inch by inch.
I can feel the muscles of my thighs stretched tight, but I force myself to let out a long exhale and relax. My body slowly melts as I look into Gunnar’s eyes. His jaw is clenched tightly as he sinks inside me a bit deeper. His hands are on either side of my head, caging me in as he stares into my eyes.
“You feel like heaven, Lainey.”