I felt like I was going out of my mind, desperate beyond belief to have Laura at last. She was so goddamn sexy, I had to get my hands on her. I fingered her against the door just to get to see her orgasm after almost ten years. I was glad to see that this was still the fastest way to get her wet and ready for me. I liked watching her orgasm, I liked watching her face go slack with pleasure and her body seize up. To know that I was the one who did that to her, me and nobody else…it was truly intoxicating.
And she just turned into putty in my hands. I absolutely loved it! It felt like no time had passed—but at the same time, I was painfully aware of how much time had passed since I’d last had her. It made me that much more crazier about her. I wanted to dive into her and never emerge again, like she was the ocean and I was a diver who never wanted to return to land.
She was gorgeous like this, spread out like a feast just for me. I had never felt even a smidgen of this about Della or any other woman. It felt like I’d been hit over the head with a jackhammer.
I finished ripping my clothes off and couldn’t help but smirk at the gasp that escaped from Laura. I won’t lie—I wanted to impress her just as much as she’d impressed me. Laura was no longer a teenager but a gorgeous, confident woman. I wanted to show her that I wasn’t the dumb kid that she remembered either. I’d grown up and put on some muscle, and I was ready to use my strength to rock her world.
Laura slid her hands over my body as we kissed, and I could feel her wetness as my cock grazed against her, with both of us being pressed together tight against the door. I was so goddamn hard, I wanted to slide into her immediately. I squeezed her hips and spread her legs, my fingers digging into her thick, beautiful thighs.
“You ready?” I whispered, my lips grazing hers.
“Please, Cade,” she gasped in response, grinding up against me. “I want you so badly, please….”
I grinned savagely, kissed her, and slid my cock inside her.
Laura moaned, and I reveled in it, in her. Fuck, she was so tight and hot, it was a massive turn on for me. It had been so long since I’d had sex that I had to wait a minute and catch my breath so that I wouldn’t just thrust twice and be finished. No way I was going to disappoint her like that. I wanted to fuck her hard and give her every reason to remember this for the rest of her life.
This was going to be the start of the rest of our lives, and I wanted it to begin with a bang.
Once I got my body under control, so that I wouldn’t blow my load immediately, I slid out of her and then back in with one long, hard thrust.
Laura gasped and moaned, her nails raking down my shoulders and back. She was fucking perfect. It was better than ever before; better than any time we’d had together when we’d been teens. I couldn’t keep a slow pace, thrusting into her over and over, hard and fast and a little rough, but Laura only screamed in pleasure. She kept encouraging me with her moans and her broken gasps of please and more.
In a way, it felt like the continuation of the dressing room, the two of us ready to fuck right then and there, uncaring for finesse. She was so goddamn wet that I couldn’t help but keep fucking her as fast as I could, her wetness lubricating my cock, making my body go wild. Her cries and whimpers, her hands and her sweet, tight body kept egging me on.
There was no way that I could let her go after this. This was even better than I’d remembered, better than I could have ever imagined.
I shifted angles, trying to find the one that, if I remembered correctly, would send Laura straight into an orgasm. I knew I’d found the right angle when she screamed and clamped her hands down on me, getting even tighter than before, and she cried out my name as her back arched in the stimulus.
It was delicious. She was delicious, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. There was no way I was going to last long, and I kept going at that angle, determined to get her to come a second time before I could finish.
Laura squeezed herself around my cock, like she was trying to pull my cock deeper into her, and came in a flood, clawing at my shoulders. It was the hottest goddamn thing and I came helplessly, spilling inside her and gasping for breath.
I rolled to the side so that I wouldn’t crush her, my limbs giving out. That had been as frantic and sexy as I’d ever known it would be, and I couldn’t wait to do more of it now that we’d taken the edge off, couldn’t wait to take my time with her.
For a moment we lay there, in each other’s arms, and I felt content and free for the first time in…years. Since the last time I’d seen her, I wanted to hold her like this forever.
While it was tempting to do that, I thought that we should clean up a little. We had this amazing hotel room, and we should make use of it. I could pull her into the shower, we could have some slow, steamy shower sex, get all cleaned up, order some late-night room service….
The point was, I finally had this amazing woman back in my arms, and I was never going to let her go. Not this time. I’d made a mistake once when I’d been young, a dumb teenager, and I hadn’t known how to do better and to stand up to my parents. But now I did, and I was going to do things right this time.
I was tired of hoping that someone else would replace Laura. I was tired of hoping that I would find what I had with her somewhere else. She was what I needed. She was what I’d always needed.
Before I could suggest anything, though, a shower or otherwise, Laura got up and started putting her clothes back on?
I sat up. “Wouldn’t you like to stay the night?”
Perhaps she thought that she wasn’t allowed, or that I wouldn’t want her to stay the night. Nothing could be farther than the truth.
Laura shook her head, not even looking at me. “I can’t, I’ve got to get home.”
A flash of jealousy hit me. Did she h
ave someone else? But no, Laura would never cheat on someone and she’d never mentioned a significant other. Then why was she leaving? Disappointment sat heavily in my gut. “You sure you can’t stay?”
Laura finally looked over at me and smiled. “I’m glad that you’re free to make your own path in life, even if I am a bit disappointed to lose such a valuable client. This was fun. But I do have to go.”
I pasted on a smile, my stomach churning. Why did this feel like goodbye? Surely it couldn’t be. “Well, when can I see you again?”