Chapter Fifty-One
Thomas
Ihad every intention of wishing Lainey good night. I was prepared to give her a chaste kiss before waiting for her to go inside and then walking away. But when the rain began and she forgot her keys, it felt like fate intervened and I couldn’t let her go.
I’d been given another moment, and I couldn’t not take it.
With Lainey pressed against me, her arms locked tightly around my neck, I creep through the house, quietly moving in the direction of the bathroom closest to my room.
I know she’s going to argue, but she’s wet and she’s cold. What better place to warm her up?
When I round the corner and step inside, dropping Lainey to her feet, she sucks in a breath but otherwise stays quiet. After shutting the door, I turn to catch the end of her nervous lip tug before she releases it from between her teeth and smiles as she shakes.
Without a word shared between us, I open the glass shower door and turn on the water, waiting for it to warm before guiding Lainey inside.
Her eyes flash to the door, her concern clear, until the warmth hits her and she melts, spinning her body and arching her back, letting the water cascade from her shoulders.
I watch from the sidelines, trying to control my pounding heart until her shivers stop and her breathing returns to normal. With her eyes closed, she lets her head fall back as a small smile pulls at her lips, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her more serene. Except when she was on that stage. I stare at her face, my chest tight as I think about all we’ve been through, and when she finally looks my way, the air around us changes. She stands tall, and I swallow a lump in my throat, trying not to stare at her soaked shirt as it clings to her body, or the gapping material that reveals the top of her cream lace bra. Tempting me.
With her pink hair plastered to her face, the memory of us dancing in the rain tugs at my heart, and just like back then, I ache for her. The power she has over me is so strong that it’s a struggle to keep my hands to myself. So, I don’t.
Reaching forward, I gently push the hair from her eyes, loving when her breath hitches at the contact. Her wide eyes bounce between mine, and she bites her lip again, drawing my attention to her mouth as her breathing picks up.
I hold back a groan and release a slow breath as an internal battle rages inside me. I said I wouldn’t push her for anything tonight, but keeping my word is impossible with Lainey’s feelings written in her expression. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, Lainey,” I whisper, my voice husky from the emotion trapped in my throat. “But fuck, I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment you waltzed back into my life.”
Lainey’s lips part, but her eyes close, and it’s easy to see she’s fighting a battle of her own. It’s probably unfair of me to voice my thoughts—I’ve already dropped enough on her for one night, and she deserves time to think. But before I can take it all back, she opens her eyes, and her deep brown orbs stare into my soul, making the world around me shift. She gives me a small nod, as the whisper of a yes passes through her lips.
The confirmation I’ve been waiting for.
Ignoring the overwhelming tightness welling up inside me, I flash her a smile before cupping her face in my hands and edging forward, letting the anticipation spark between us, torturing us both, waiting to see if she changes her mind. But she doesn’t. Instead she meets me halfway, only coming to a stop when there’s a breath separating our lips. “I don’t know if this is the start of something great,” she whispers, her lips brushing against mine. “Or a really bad decision,” she adds, “but I don’t think I can stop it if I try.” She connects our lips in a slow explorative kiss, her hands rising to grip my shirt, her fingers curling into the wet fabric as it molds to my chest.
The kiss starts off slow, her words running through my mind as I move with gentle strokes, our noses brushing against each other. I keep my distance at first, not wanting to move too quickly, but when I inch closer, she steps back, pulling me into her as she melts against the wall, melding our bodies as one.
The longer we kiss, the more frantic it becomes until her ragged breaths fill the air, her breasts brushing against me with every rise and fall of her chest. I kiss her cheek, her neck, her chin, nibbling, sucking, biting, soothing the pain with a brush of my tongue.
Her head drops back, and when she opens her lips to moan, I take advantage, guiding her mouth back to mine before slipping my tongue inside, deepening the kiss.
If I ever thought my feelings were one-sided, this kiss just proved me wrong. She’s matching my fervor, taking everything I’m giving her and giving it back to me. There’s a push and pull between us that I can’t quite explain, but I know with absolute certainty that we’re on the same page. We’re equals. There’s no battle of power, only mutual respect, mutual trust, mutual love.
But I’m not letting myself accept that it’s real. Not yet. Not until morning.
As if sensing my mood shift, Lainey mewls, gripping me tighter, and when our tongues clash, she glides her hands up my chest, curling her fingers into my hair, tugging on the strands.
A guttural groan escapes me as she rocks against me, seeking the friction we both desperately need. And while I’d love to stay in the moment forever, I want more. I want it all.
Without breaking the kiss, I grab her under the ass and lift her into my arms, groaning again when she wraps her legs around me, wasting no time before grinding her hips. My cock twitches as I prop her against the wall, freeing my hand to cup her neck, my fingers curling into her hair.
Her pulse jolts beneath my touch, and I can feel the blood pumping through her as she cries out, but it’s softened by my mouth, the sound vibrating against my lips.
“I need more,” she rasps between kisses, voicing my feelings, her sultry tone dripping with desire. “Now,” she adds, and I vow to give her what she wants. It’s all for her. It will always be for her.
Leaning back, I flash her a quick smile before my eyes drop to our connection, to where her covered center rubs against the bulge in my pants.
No matter how worked up I am, I want to take this slowly. I want her to feel what I feel. This isn’t just a quick fuck in the shower. It’s the beginning of something. I’m just not sure what that is.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Lainey rasps, her hand gripping my chin to lift my gaze. “You’ve got me here and I want this…you…more than anything. I’m not some delicate flower. I don’t need this to be slow and gentle like it’s my first time. Now’s not the time for feelings. I need you to fuck me like you used to. Please.”
Jesus. Maybe I’m wrong.
I’m about to argue when she pins me with a stare that makes my cock pulse, and a low growl rip from within me. I drop her to her feet and rip open her shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a splat, and without removing her bra, I spin her around and slide the cups down before pressing her chest against the glass, crowding in behind her.
Steam rises around us, but I can just make out the outline of her pink nipples through the mirror in front of us, the sight alone close to my undoing.
Snaking my hands around her waist, I slide my palms down her taut stomach until I reach the button on her shorts, popping it open before lowering the zipper. Sinking one hand beneath the waistband, I slowly glide the other toward her face, purposely missing her breast, loving the way her body arches until my hand settles around her neck, giving her a squeeze.
“Oh god,” she cries out before biting her lip and moaning, trying but failing to stay quiet.
I dip my hand lower, moving beneath her panties, spreading my fingers to tease every inch of her heat. Her thighs clench, and she reaches back to touch me, her hips rolling against my hand, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
I continue my ministrations, careful not to touch her clit, edging her as she pants. Smothering her from behind, I lean in and press my lips to her ear, just as the tips of my fingers find their mark. “I can still fuck you,” I whisper emphasizing her words. “And show you how I feel. Hands on the glass. You’re about to find out exactly how much I worship you.”
She gasps as I spread her legs with my feet and drop to my knees, willing my cock to calm down when she places her palms close to her face, exactly as asked.
Curling my fingers into her shorts and panties, I glide them down her smooth legs, holding them still when she tries to clench.
She gasps softly as I grip her hips, angling her body to open her up for me, her pussy lining up with my face. My throat bobs as I stare at her glistening core, only now stopping to think about the moment. This woman has been my dream since I was eighteen. I tried to deny it, even to myself, but it’s always been Lainey. No other girl has compared. I’ve never even let them try.
Lainey wriggles under my intense gaze, impatiently waiting for my next move while I lick my lips and smile to myself. When I look up, she’s staring down at me, her lip trapped between her teeth, her eyes dark with want. “Please, Thomas. I need it.”
A memory of Lainey biting her lip on the dance floor flits across my mind, and I hold back a smirk as a sweet satisfaction fills me. Those guys can have her dances, but this is all mine. And it always will be.
Turns out, I’m not as immune to jealousy as I thought, and now I get to be the one fulfilling their desires.
With my hands on her thighs, I slide my palms along her skin until I reach her core, using my thumb to open her up. My cock throbs as the taste of her comes back to me, and I have to fight not to fist it through my pants. My time will come.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue across her center, groaning as her juices coat me. My skin heats, but I can’t say if it’s the warm water soaking my back, or my body reacting to finally being with Lainey again.
For six years it’s been me and my hand. This moment is a long time coming. “Fuck, you taste exactly as I remember, sweet as sugar with a dash of spice.”
I flatten my tongue against her, and she lets out a high-pitched mewl before doing something to smother it. What, I couldn’t say, because I’m much more interested in what causes those sounds.
And I want to make her scream.
Alternating between nibbling her clit and swirling my tongue around her heat, I work hard to elicit a moan, knowing she’s working harder to stay quiet. But when I insert two fingers inside her, curling them to massage her walls, she loses the battle, crying out with abandon, and I have no doubt there will be questions come morning.
“Yes. God, yes.”
I only have to pump my fingers a few times before she’s bucking against me, doing all that she can to find her release. She rocks faster, seeking her high as I grip her leg, holding her steady when her balance starts to fail her, allowing her to focus on the moment.
I continue my movements right up until she’s hovering on the edge, then remove my fingers and open her wider, lapping at her drenched pussy, adding pressure to her sweet spot as she muffles her cries with her palm, her body jerking erratically as she rolls against my face. “That’s it, Lainey,” I groan against her center. “Take what you need.”
She cries out in whispers as I change the angle of her hips, running my tongue the length of her, my thumb rolling over her clit. I take a second to watch her come apart, and I’m just about to lick her again when she cries out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits with force.
Slowing my pursuit, I continue to tease her until she begs me to stop and then pull back, staring up at her. She pants against the window, catching her breath before spinning around and pulling me to my feet, her wild eyes searching mine.
With flushed cheeks and messy hair, she’s staring at me with so much desire that it stabs me in the chest, permanently marking me so it’ll be impossible to ever forget this moment.
We stand, unmoving, until Lainey reaches out, her fingers working the button of my pants, forcing them undone. She grabs my tee next, but I help her out, awkwardly rolling it up my body, the water making it stick like glue.
When I’m shirtless, Lainey kisses a path down my chest, making my muscles jump as her fingers curl into my waistband. She tries to guide my pants down, but just like with my tee, they stick and I almost fall. We both burst out laughing, the noise loud until I lift Lainey and kiss the sound away.
“And the movies tell us this is romantic,” I joke as I pull away before finally removing my clothes, my cock bouncing between us. I smile again until Lainey drops to her knees, wrapping her lips around my tip.
“Jesus.” My hips pivot, and she takes me in farther, making me groan as my balls tighten.
I’d love to watch her eyes water as she chokes on my length, but right now, I’d rather watch her pussy taking me in. It’s been too long, and if I’m going to come, I want to be inside her…making her mine.
“Wait,” I rush out as she wraps her fingers around my base, my cock once again jolting without permission. “We have time for this later. First, I need to be inside you.”
I expect her to argue, but Lainey stands without a word, and instead of giving me a moment to recover, she replaces her mouth with her hand, running her thumb across my tip.
Pre cum drips, as I take over her hold, wrapping my fingers around my length, angling toward her center. I pause close to her entrance, ignoring the throbbing as it worsens. “Should I get something?” I ask, not knowing her current circumstances but wanting more than anything to take her bare. “I haven’t been with anyone else, but—”
“No,” she rushes out. “I mean, it’s up to you. I’m still on the pill, and I’ve still never gone without but I’ve…”
She trails off, but I don’t need her to fill in the blanks. She’s been with other men, and I can’t blame her for that. I was gone. She didn’t know I was waiting for her.
I nod as I bend to rub my tip through her slick heat, my cock twitching in relief. Lainey grips my shoulders before curling her leg around me and tilting her body toward mine. Her heel digs into my back, as my cock pushes against her, and I don’t have to be inside her to know how good it’s going to feel.
Hooking my arm under her leg, I lift it higher, opening her wider as I slowly push inside her, both of us crying out as a wave of pleasure runs through me.
I pump once, but the feel of her is too much, and I have to pause to summon my control.
“God, you’re perfect for me, Lainey. It’s only ever felt right with you.”
She gasps at my words, her hips rolling, as her grip on my shoulders tightens. Her nails bite into my skin, but I welcome the pain, knowing it will be a reminder of this moment come morning.
And then it’s on.
I slam into her and she jolts against me, meeting my intensity, her gaze locked on our connection while I watch her tits bounce as she moves.
Electricity sizzles between us, and I want more than anything to tell her how I feel, but instead, I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers, pouring everything I have into the kiss.
Lainey sighs, her eyes opening to lock with mine, and I can see that she gets it. She knows. This is real. At least it is from my end.
We thrash together, both chasing that high, desperate to feel the connection, but when Lainey’s back falls against the wall, and I slip out of her, I change up our position as she giggles.
Spinning her around, I bend my knees as she leans forward, allowing me to enter her from behind. My teeth clench as my body jolts in pleasure, sliding deeper with this new angle.
“Oh God,” Lainey gasps, hiding her face when I’m buried inside her. “This. Yes,” she murmurs and I groan as I rock into her, my hands locked tightly on her hips, guiding her as she bucks against me. We move in sync as her pleasure builds, and when I sense she needs more, I happily oblige.
Cupping her breast with one hand, I play with her nipple as I glide my other hand along her skin, making my way down her stomach until I reach her pussy, my fingers gliding through her heat. Her walls tighten around my cock, almost sending me over the edge, but I hold strong.
Lifting up, she positions herself flush against me, her head falling to rest against my shoulder, changing the angle again as she moans. And just when I think I can’t take much more, she reaches between her legs, covering my hand with her own, her fingers working with mine, massaging her clit to send us both flying.
“Fuck,” I groan out as Lainey gasps.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispers, peering over her shoulder, her words soft between chaotic breaths, her body shaking.
“I’m worshiping you just like I said I would,” I rasp, my breaths equally ragged. ”Only, that is barely the beginning.”
Lainey bites her lip as her eyes close in ecstasy, and when I whisper in her ear, she cries out her release. “We’ve got years to catch up on, Lainey. And by the end of tonight, you’re going to know exactly how I feel.”
And how much I fucking love you.