Page 19 of Hurts So Good
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I deepen the kiss. My tongue delves between her lips, teasing hers. She responds in kind; a whimper of need escapes her.
I move my hand to the hem of her panties and yank. It rips, the sound vibrating off the walls. I pause, worrying that it was a bad move. The action could remind her of the hurt she’s endured in the past.
Unaware of my self-doubt, Lakelynn shoves my boxers down and hooks her leg over my hip. All my hesitation goes off the window. For now.
Gripping her ass, I press my hardened length against her core. The wetness pooling between her legs has me slipping over her clit with ease.
We should’ve experienced this so long ago. Yet this moment was stolen from us. I want to savor it. I rub my cock between her pussy lips, enjoying the sensation of finally being intimate with the one I love.
“Ty,” she whispers, causing me to shiver.
I’ve missed hearing my name on her lips; the fact that it’s a beg only makes it better.
“Please, I need you.”
I reach down and position my cock at her entrance. We’ve waited so long for this moment; there’s no hesitation, only need. She wiggles her hips and presses down onto my length. We groan as I fill her.
Our movements, fueled by a carnal desire that’s burned for far too long without an outlet, never cease. We gaze into each other’s eyes as we become one, our breaths mingling between us. The quiet moans Lakelynn releases are music to my ears. I love the flush in her cheeks and the way her body moves with mine. After years of being separated, we’re somehow still in sync with one another, as if we’ve done this before.
Lakelynn thrusts faster as she chases her orgasm. I tilt my hip and lift hers, bending my knee to gain more traction so I can fuck her harder. The headboard bangs against the wall. The sound blends with the squeaking of the bed frame. Lakelynn’s moans get louder. She tilts her head back and cries out as her pussy pulses around my dick.
Pumping in and out of her harder, I let her pussy draw out my own orgasm. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I empty my seed into her.
I’m home. Home sweet fucking home.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lakelynn
Iwake up with Ty snoring softly beside me. I smile, knowing I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now.
Having Ty back is a dream come true. He soothes my soul in a way no one and nothing else can.
Ty stirs, then blinks, adjusting to the sunlight streaming in.
“Good morning,” I say.
He hums deep in his throat, acknowledging me. I move to get out of bed, but he pulls me back.
Giggling, I tell him, “I’m going to look for something to make for dinner. We slept all day.”
“Not yet.” He holds me tighter and nuzzles my neck.
I relax into his embrace. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
His hands glide over my arms to hold them to my chest. His thumb rubs over the leather band I wear to cover the scars on my wrist. I’m not stupid enough to believe he doesn’t know about them. He’s been watching me for years. He probably knows more about me than I do about myself.
Feeling sheepish, I admit, “It makes me feel better.”
“I know,” he says. “I can’t say I liked watching you hurt yourself, but I understand the reasons behind it.”
“You fight for the same reasons, don’t you? To quiet the demons.”
“Yes.”
I turn to face him. “You’re the only person who would understand. You always wear a mask to hide your face so no one will know who you are. Hidden like my wrist.”
He nods.