Chapter 23
A While Later
E very time he thought about Layla telling him to get dressed because she was taking him out to celebrate her divorce being finalized, Andres smiled.
He didn’t know what she had planned, so he dressed simply in a black v-neck and jeans with loafers.
Honestly, he didn’t need shit but her to celebrate her divorce.
That, and the opportunity to lay Carlos out.
He was trying to release the pent up aggression he felt and tell himself it was over, but it wasn’t as easy as knowing that’s what he needed to do.
After spraying his Bleu De Chanel cologne, Andres headed out of his bedroom just a few seconds before his doorbell rang.
A smile spread his lips as he went to answer.
As soon as his eyes landed on Layla, Andres bit down on his bottom lip as he moaned.
She looked good as fuck.
Her thick hair was flat ironed and parted down the middle, resting past her shoulders.
She was wearing makeup for a change, and instead of wearing her normal bright colors, Layla was dressed in a strapless, black mini dress that he couldn’t wait to get her out of.
“Hey, handsome,” Layla greeted, pulling her arms forward and showing him the plaque that was inside.
“Good evening, beautiful. You look… absolutely amazing.”
She blushed.
“You look quite delectable yourself.”
“Watch out na. If you keep on, we can cancel this date and I’ll let you have your way with me.”
Layla chuckled as she handed him the plaque.
The way she held it, Andres couldn’t see what was on the other side.
“Um… this is from me and Dior.” When he accepted it and turned it around, she continued.
“I guess you can say it’s a welcome back into our lives gift.”
His fingers slid across the glass as his head shook.
The past month had been the perfect mix of heaven and hell on earth.
Heaven because he’d been with Dior every other day.
Hell because he and Layla hadn’t been intimate.
After talking to his mother, she decided they should wait until her divorce was finalized.
While he respected and accepted her decision, not sleeping with her or even kissing her for that matter had been driving him crazy.
But as he stared at the picture…
Andres was sure the wait had been worth it.
There were two pictures, one of all three of them and one of the two of them from their time at the botanic garden.
Next to the pictures were six freeze dried red roses.
“Those are from the first bouquet you gave me. I um… I knew, even then, my time with you would be something I’d want to remember forever. I planned to keep it for myself, but I’m hoping that since I’m officially single again… I can have you forever.”
Andres didn’t realize how long he’d been staring at her until she giggled softly and hung her head.
“Say something please,” she requested quietly.
His mouth opened and closed before he set the plaque down.
Taking her hands into his, Andres pulled her closer.
“I would be honored to spend the rest of my life with you. Thank you for this. It’s the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received.”
Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds more, and though Andres was anxious to kiss her…
there was something about holding her hands, feeling that warmth, and keeping her gaze that was all the intimacy he needed.
Eventually, Andres wrapped her arms around him and lowered his lips to hers.
“If we don’t stop, we’re not going to get out of here,” Layla whispered against his lips.
“Maybe I need to just… taste you before we go. I need to get this out of my system.”
“Andres…”
“You can’t give me this amazing gift and say all them sweet words and not think my dick was gonna get hard.”
Her eyes rolled playfully as she lowered her hand between them and stroked his shaft.
“Maybe I can take care of this before we go.”
Not needing to hear anything else, Andres closed the door, grabbed her hand, and briskly led her down the hall and up the stairs.
After her laugh subsided, she asked, “Can you at least give me a tour of your home?”
“Later.”
Her movements stopped when they passed the room he was working on to get to his.
He’d forgotten Dior’s name was on it.
“What’s this?”
“It’s not done yet.”
“But what is it?”
Andres smiled.
“Dior’s room.” Her head tilted as her mouth opened partially.
“You’ll have your own room too. I’m not trying to uproot the two of you, but whenever you’re here, I wanted to make sure you both knew this was your home.”
Layla’s chin trembled and she licked her lips as her eyes watered.
“I can’t believe you did this. Can I look inside?”
Andres nodded as he opened the door.
The room wasn’t done yet, but he’d gotten quite a bit done.
Every corner served a purpose.
She’d have a space for her art, for reading and watching tv, for her stuffed animals, and for dining and entertaining people who came into her room.
So far, he had a small stash of stuffed animals that he’d been collecting for her, and he planned to paint the walls with her whenever she came over.
As he pressed his chest into her back, he whispered into her ear, “I been thinking about forever too.”
Andres smiled as she turned, but she kissed his lips until it fell.
Lifting her, Andres wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his room.
“Dre,” she whispered.
Pleaded.
Anxiously wiggling against him.
“I’m here, baby.”
Placing her on the edge of the bed, Andres quickly kicked off his shoes while she pulled her dress up.
A part of him wanted their first time together after their break to be romantic and well planned.
Slow and sensual so he could savor every stroke.
But right now…
Andres felt like he’d burst if he didn’t connect with her soon, and he loved that Layla was on the exact same page.
She scooted up, legs spread wide, pussy glistening as she waited for him.
Andres crawled between her legs and dropped his lips to hers as he slowly pressed his way inside.
Her mouth opened as she gasped, causing him to suck her bottom lip.
Digging her nails into his back, Layla arched her back and made more room for him.
With his eyes trained on hers, Andres coated his dick in her cream…
settling as deep inside of her as he could possibly go.
By the time he’d stroked her a third time, her legs were closing around him.
“Open your legs,” Andres commanded, barely keeping his voice low and steady.
When she didn’t comply immediately, Andres’s hand wrapped around her hair, pulling gently.
Moaning, Layla pressed into his stomach.
The second she opened her legs, her pussy pulled him in deeper.
Her stomach caved as she watched him disappear inside of her.
Between her shallow breathing and moans…
the milky cum cascading down his shaft…
her eyes rolling into the back of her head…
Andres didn’t know how much longer he would last.
He released a low growl and pressed her knees into the bed, lifting her ass and hips slightly in the process.
The angled position allowed his curved dick to hit her spot with each stroke.
She cried out, pussy tightening around him as she grabbed her breasts.
“It feels different this time,” she moaned, pushing at his stomach again as her entire being trembled.
“It is different this time. You’re mine now.”
The sound of her whimpers as she came was like music to his ears.
Andres had never been a quick lover, but he was so overwhelmed his dick was throbbing with the same pace of her walls as he came himself.
Layla wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down to her, kissing the freckles on his nose before his lips.
“I’m happy to be yours,” she replied, finally, making him smile.
Andres circled his hips, moaning quietly as she leaked against him.
As she held him inside deeply.
Tight.
Snug.
Like she never wanted to let him go.
And he was okay with that.
Because there was no other place he’d rather be…