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I shrug. “I don’t know what to say. I think…” I look around, taking in the amazing scenery, feeling like I’m actually one with the wilderness. Maybe I have some secret Norwegian blood in me after all. “I think I could thrive in a place like this. As long as I could thrive with someone.”
I want to be direct. I usually am. But with Laila it can be so hard to know where you stand, and the last thing I want is to seem like I’m coming on too strong, especially on a walk back from her grandmother’s funeral.
But when we finally get to the house, faces red from the cold, all worries about coming on too strong are quickly pushed aside. Laila grabs my hand and takes me up the narrow, steep steps to her bedroom, pulling me inside.
I’m already hard just from the anticipation of sex. Last night was amazing, but I never assumed it would happen again. I thought Laila would have chalked it up to a mistake, a bad idea, and it would have been put past us. But now…
“James,” she says as she puts a hand behind my back and pulls me against her. There’s desperation in her voice, the way her jaw tenses as her hands slip down over my cock, giving me a hard squeeze through my pants that makes me moan.
“I want you,” she says, her eyes searching mine.
She wants to escape from everything. She wants to forget. She wants to feel something other than the deepest and darkest pain.
I will do everything I can to help. I want to forget too. I want to pretend that our past never happened and there’s only our future.
Even though it scares the fuck out of me.
I grab her face and kiss her hard and then bring a hand down to the hem of her dress and pull it up while sliding my fingers down the waistband of her leggings and underwear.
Damn, she’s soaked.
I let my fingers explore, and it brings out a moan from her mouth. It’s as if she’s starving for me. When my fingers slip between her cunt and her hips buck, I let my middle finger slip inside her tightness and begin to fuck her slowly with it, taking my time. I know that what’s happening between us here is only meant to be here. I know this, I feel it…she doesn’t even have to say it. And so I want to savor this, every moment that my fingers touch her body, every moment that I feel her, touch her, because I know that we might not have another chance after this.
“James,” she says in a throaty whisper and her head goes back. I kiss her neck, slipping another finger inside her as we both stand at the foot of the bed. She feels like she’s offering herself to me, and I know I have to be careful in how I handle her. Not in a physical way—she likes it rough and she can be pretty wild herself—but emotionally. She has been letting me in bit by bit, like the leaves of a rosebud opening to the sunshine, as if I don’t bring rain. But maybe this time I don’t have to be what ruins her. Maybe I won’t make a mistake this time. Maybe I won’t get cold feet and run if she lets me into her heart again.
“Am I making you feel good?” I whisper to her, my fingers working her harder now.
“Yes,” she pants, her hands gripping my shoulders now. “God, James. Yes.”
I’ll never tire of hearing my name said like a fervent prayer.
I grin and press my thumb against her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, and she cries out, her whole body quivering, her legs shaking like they’re about to give out from under her at any minute.
I put my hand at the back of her head and bring her head forward, our eyes meeting each other for one electric moment before I kiss her, my mouth seeking hers out. As our tongues touch and dance, I slip a third finger inside her. She moans and writhes against me, and I can feel her getting close. I can feel her orgasm building, and I increase the pace, wanting her to come hard, for her to let loose and come undone in all directions.
“Oh god!” she says through a choked cry.
She comes apart, crying out and gripping my fingers tightly as she comes. I keep fucking her until she’s finished, and then I pull my fingers out of her and kiss her softly while she staggers slightly.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes shining as she takes me in, lids heavy, eyes still red from crying.
“Thank you,” I say, kissing her again. “For trusting me.”
She swallows at that, perhaps taking in what I said. Because it’s true, because she is trusting me right now, and I feel I’ve worked long and hard for this trust. It’s not lost on me that it’s something I don’t even deserve.
She doesn’t say anything in response.
Instead she drops to her knees.
I’m taken aback at first, completely unprepared for what she’s doing. But then I get it, and I undo my belt and push my jeans and boxers down, giving her free access. I’ve been hard as hell from the moment we stepped into the bedroom.
She looks up at me, her eyes bright green and wanton, and takes me in her pretty, full mouth.
I moan, a long and low sound that rattles in my chest, as she starts to suck me off. She knows what she’s doing, knows how to work her tongue and lips around me, and I can feel myself getting harder by the second until there’s no place for me to go, my cock throbbing and begging for more.
She doesn’t disappoint, picking up the pace and sucking me harder until I feel like she’s sucking my brains out. I reach down and run my fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, Laila,” I whisper roughly. “I’m going to come if you keep going.”
