Pretty Hurts (Left 1.50)

When the trash is bagged, and the decorations are down, I return to the couch where Liv is sea

ted.

“The party was awesome, Livy.”

“Thank you for all your help today,” she says.

“Any time. You know that.”

Liv nods her head. “I do, but I appreciate it just the same.”

“Do you need anything else from me before I go?”

“No, you’ve done plenty as it is.” She glances across the room. “Go be with your man.”

“I’ll check in on you tomorrow, okay?” I lean down and give her a hug.

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” I stand and walk over to the table to grab my purse.

“Are you ready to go home, babe?” I ask Edgar.

“Yep.” He stands. “I’ll see you later, brother,” he says to Houston.

I wipe my sweaty palms on my skirt as we leave the house and begin our journey back to my home.

When we step inside the house, I toss my purse onto the table beside the entrance, and he hangs his keys on the hook. I spin to face him.

“What?” he asks with a playful smile.

“I love you.”

His eyes bulge out of his skull, and I smile so hard my face hurts.

“I–I love you, too.”

“I wanted you to know that,” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck and lean back. “The past six months have been an incredibly trying time for me, and you’ve been there every step of the way. First as friends and now as my boyfriend. Its meant the world to me knowing you’re there when I need you. I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you enough for that.”

“Hey, you’re there for me, too,” he murmurs, brushing my temple with his lips.

“I hope you know I always will be. Wherever this leads, you will always have a friend in me, Edgar.”

He cups the back of my neck, and our lips meet. The familiar tingles wake in my body. He’s oxygen, and I’m starved for air. I attack his mouth, determined to explore every inch of him. His hands grip my ass and rub me against his cock. I undulate against him, seeking more friction. My panties flood and my center throbs. I break the kiss, moaning as he nibbles his way down my neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin. There’ll be nothing sweet about this loving. We waited too long.

He lifts me up and pins me against the wall. “You ready for me, darling?”

“So damn ready.” I press a hand to his chest. “Wait. Put me down.”

He frowns as he lowers me to the ground. I strip off my clothing like it’s on fire, and reveal the lace bra with strategic cut outs and matching crotchless panties.

“Holy shit,” he rasps.

He skims his hands down my sides. “You are so damn gorgeous it hurts, Efia. I want to take my time and savor the moment, but if I don’t get inside of you right now, I’m going to blow my damn load. I don’t want to do that anywhere, but inside of you.”

The thought of his hot stream filling me makes me whimper. I have a come fetish; it’s why I’m on the arm implant. We’ve both been tested and shared our papers as soon as things got physical. It made things so much simpler.

“You want that, too, don’t you, darling?”