Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
Gold medal fucking
REED
This voice doesn’t come through in Dolby surround sound, unlike Morgan Freeman’s unwanted mental takeovers. But I can still hear it. Or feel it, perhaps. A thin, tin-like sounding warning, calling out to me from the depths of my psyche.
Are you sure about this?
The question gives me pause. Not because of Lila’s sobriety; I believe she’s sober enough to consent, and that’s not my balls talking since I took care of myself in the shower.
It’s because there are still secrets between us. About the picture I saw tonight. About the nature of her relationship with Silas. And about what I need to ask of her.
Ideally, we should have all our cards on the table before taking this next leap.
But I’m emotionally raw. I don’t have the strength to have another heavy conversation. And I don’t think Lila does either.
For once, we’re in sync, and I think the things that truly matter are exposed. And we’re choosing to do this together.
I’ve pieced together enough of what’s she’s done at the casino. It doesn’t dampen my love for her in the least. Everything else will work out in its own time.
The only thing I need now is to cement this connection with the love of my life. Nothing else matters this much.
So that cautionary nagging voice can fuck off. Heard, considered, and ignored.
Through increasingly passionate kisses, I ask the moment’s most important question. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. I’m good with no condom if you are.”
I answer with another kiss and notch my cock at her slick entrance. As I begin sinking inside her, all hesitation disappears, leaving nothing in my head except a primal need.
Jesus. Just the tip and I’m already salivating.
Nothing that feels this good could be bad.
Lila’s body is perfection, complementing me physically in the same way she does my soul. Soft everywhere I’m hard, pussy included.
The scant space separating us vanishes when her hold on my shoulders intensifies, pulling me flush against her supple skin.
Deeper I go, unhurriedly reclaiming her body one millimeter at a time. I’m hellbent on savoring this moment, so I don’t rush it, advancing at a glacial pace.
Eyes locked in on each other, neither of us dares to look away. It’s like our first time all over again.
Her arousal coats my cock, the decadent slickness making it difficult to stay shallow. Especially as her pussy’s initial resistance wanes and she coaxes me farther inside.
And yet, I refuse to surrender to that need to surge in brutally. Not this first time.
“Reed, I feel every hard, thick inch of you.” She pauses, keening in my ear. “Feels so good. I don’t want this to ever end.”
“Same page,” I pant, backing out before driving forward again. “Although I don’t know how much longer I can be this gentle.”
Through increasingly raspy breaths, she throws down a challenge. “I promise not to object to a little rougher treatment. I can take it.”
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you, cookie?”
“That depends,” she barely forces out before mewling like a cat in heat.
It’s getting harder to talk, but I manage a two-syllable response. “On what?”
I nearly bottom out but retract, stubbornly dragging out our joining longer.
“If you—Mmm.” A moan bites off her words. “If you hurt me, you’ll have to kiss it better.”
“With pleasure.” I linger with the head of my cock barely inside her for a few seconds, teasing us both. “But I’ll never hurt you.”
She wraps a bent leg around the back of my thighs, applying some downward pressure. “Then stop holding back. Give it to me.”
Because I’m a stubborn shit who loves to rile her up, I withdraw completely. “Beg for it, greedy girl.”
She kisses up my neck and tilts her hips just enough to tease the tip of my cock with her warm, wet flesh. Her mouth moves to my ear, where she lets it hover so I can hear her shaky breaths.
This woman, despite her insecurities, she knows exactly how she affects me. How much I crave her.
Determined to make me break, she purrs out the words I’ve been waiting for. “Please, Reed. Please. I need to feel you moving inside me. Please.”
Fuck yes.
Those words, falling from those lips, make the last band of my resistance snap.
My body responds on instinct. With a feral groan, I charge forward, slamming my cock into her silky depths to the hilt. Her honeyed voice trembles with a blend of pleasure and pain from my frenzied invasion.
I pause there, buried inside her. Inside my Lila.
Where I’m safe. And whole. And loved.
Our foreheads rest together, and our mouths graze as we take a moment to fully appreciate this deep connection.
She breathes out my name in a tortured, desperate cry. “Reed.”
“I know, cookie. I know. I got you.”
Her pussy walls grip and throb around my shaft. Feathery pulses she likely can’t control. Each quiver beckons me to take her with reckless abandon.
My pace is languid at first, as we settle into the movement. We grind against each other with each stroke. Hard and desperate.
As the sensations heighten, we both seem to lose patience with this slow dance. She bucks up against me, faster and wilder. Her nails scrape my back as I start to unleash on her.
For better leverage, I bring my hands under her upper back, curving them over the tops of her shoulders. With each forward pump of my hips, I use my grip to slam her down my shaft. The bed quakes, and the headboard pounds into the wall, but I don’t care.
I fuck her harder and faster.
There is something so fucking heady about moving her body this way. Like she’s given herself to me fully, willingly becoming pliant in my arms.
She tilts her chin upward to request a kiss. Not a chance I could resist that tempting offer. As our mouths collide, she parts her lips, begging me to taste her.
That’s one thing I won’t make her beg for.
Now that she’s mine again—as she always should have been—I’ll never deny her my affection.
When the tips of our tongues touch, it makes my lust surge. Then I really start moving. Damn. And I thought we were already going at it hard.
But this is explosive.
All the love we’ve repressed for years rushes to the surface, demanding to be freed through our bodies. I give up the fight entirely, succumbing to this all-consuming desire.
Lila’s equally as frantic. Her hands roam, caressing and squeezing me like she can’t get enough. Her kisses are just as needy. She drives her hips upward with force, eagerly meeting me thrust for thrust.
She never backs down, no matter how punishing my strokes become.
“I love the way you take me, cookie,” I rumble against her lips.
“Don’t hold back. I want it all.”
She moans into my mouth when I reclaim her lips. I just want to kiss her and fuck her until the end of time.
Using my grip around her shoulders, I slam her almost violently onto my cock. Up and down like a relentless beast.
Instead of becoming a ragdoll, she clamps onto my shoulders and mirrors my movements. She’s giving as good as she gets. Fucking hell. I’ll never last at this rate.
The erotic sound of slick slapping skin fills the room. Our mouths break apart, and we gasp for air. Now we’re a chorus of grunts, moans, and serrated breaths.
I get a sick thrill when I realize the sheets are bunching underneath us from the way her back is gliding up and down the mattress.
Nearing her climax, Lila’s grip on me tightens. Everywhere. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders. Her thighs hold me in place. And her pussy contracts, attempting to lock me inside her.
She’s about to milk me dry.
Aching to feel her release, I coax her on. “I know you’re close, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it.”
Memories of how sweet she sounds when she orgasms with my cock inside her kept me company for years, fueling my fantasies and ruining me for all others. But they don’t do justice to the perfection of the real thing.
Quiet mewls she struggles to restrain turn into quivering cries, all cushioned by throaty breaths. And when she finally reaches the precipice, it all crescendos into a melodic keen.
What I wouldn’t give to hear it on repeat for the rest of my life.
Thank merciful fuck I had a release in the shower, or else I wouldn’t be able to resist following her over the edge. That would be a shame because I’m far from done with her tonight. Making her shatter once won’t sate this potent desire.
I slow my hips while she comes down from the peak, letting her set the pace from underneath me.
Her vise-like grip gradually loosens as she comes down from her high. We kiss tenderly while I still myself inside her so I can feel every tiny quiver and flutter of her waning climax.
She breaks the kiss, drawing her head back to look at me. The tension pinching the skin at her temples shocks me. The bliss from five seconds ago has all but vaporized.
Studying me carefully, she asks, “Why are you stopping? You didn’t . . . well, you know. Did you?”
“I’m just giving you a little rest.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” She sighs with relief, neck going lax. “I thought you couldn’t because I’m not—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, cookie.”
I see what’s happening.
Fucking hell.
Whatever hits she’s taken to her confidence these last few years is almost enough to make me flaccid. She was shy before, but this is something else entirely. And I refuse to consider what caused her to doubt herself this much. Was it me or someone else? Fuck. I can’t go there. Not tonight.
Keeping my worries about that on a low simmer, I softly grip her chin and encourage her to look at me.
“I could come just from looking at you. The only reason I didn’t join you is that I don’t want this to end.
” Deciding to add a little self-deprecating humor, I quip, “And I’m too fucking tired to get it up a third time. ”
Her laugh is reserved, if a touch placating. But the longer she looks at me, the brighter her expression becomes until she’s beaming as only Lila can.
I can’t resist capturing her lips. Her ethereal smile begs to be claimed.