Her words are nothing but a whisper, and I finish her thought. “Our first time.”
Her eyes slide back to mine, and there are so many emotions floating there, it overwhelms me. I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her. I can’t get enough. At the same time, a kernel of sadness forms beneath my ribs with the realization that this won’t fix anything from the past. Not only won’t it cure old wounds, it could very well create new ones. But I couldn’t stop loving her even with a gun to my head.
Her arms are around my neck, her thighs gripping my hips, her body straining toward mine.
I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. “Birth control?”
She nods, tilts her head, and kisses me again. One hand slides down my back, between our bodies, and takes me in her hand. She stares into my eyes as she strokes my length, making my breath stutter. Then she slides the head of my cock along her heat, and my hips rock forward.
I’m suddenly buried inside her, and a rush of insane pleasure closes my throat. I stay deep inside her, gritting my teeth as I find control. But Laiyla’s hungry again, rocking her hips against mine. Digging her fingers into my ass and pulling me deeper.
I sit back and take her with me. Splayed across my lap, she can take everything she wants, get everything she needs, and I revel in watching her take it. Her body moves in sexy undulations of abandonment, letting her head drop back and her mouth fall open. I take one breast in my mouth, suck and nibble, then the other. And when her movements grow quicker, I grip her ass and meet her thrusts until she flies with a cry I swallow so it doesn’t skip across the lake.
Then she’s boneless, her weight easing onto me and driving me deeper into her body. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, draw her head back, and sink into her mouth. When I catch my breath, I lay her down, grip the safety bar over her head, and thrust. I’m rabid and impatient. The desire has built up until I can’t see straight. I need this release so bad, I can taste it in the back of my throat. And even as I hold her gaze and fuck her, one deep stroke at a time, I feel things shift inside me, like my DNA is rearranging itself to perfectly mesh with this one woman.
I slide my free hand behind her head and take a solid grip on her neck. It keeps her gaze on mine, keeps her body from moving with my thrusts, long and hard. She whimpers and meets my hips, her thighs tight around me, feet crossed behind my back. I watch as our pleasure rises together, watch as a climax rolls through her eyes, and cover her mouth with my hand right before she bucks and screams. The sight and sound pumps lust through every cell of my body. I’ve never felt so fucking alive and on fire as I do right now. And I can’t stop. Can’t stop driving myself into the heaven of her body. Don’t ever want this to end.
I release her mouth and kiss her the way I’m fucking her. Her mouth is loose, her hands sloppy, and I love knowing I’ve altered her ability to control basic functions. I want to fuck her until I own her again, heart and soul, even while knowing it’s not possible.
“Levi…” The word is filled with awe, disbelief, realization. “Jesus…”
She squeezes me, signaling yet another impending orgasm. I curl her hair into my hand and pull gently, just enough to get her drunken eyes to focus on me. “You wait,” I demand. “You fucking wait for me, Laiyla.”
A thrill washes through me as I watch her rise to climax with a new, intense awareness that she can’t just let go. “That’s it.” I keep my strokes long, deep, hard, and steady. Too fast and this will be over too soon. It’s maddening and rhythmic, layering pleasure on pleasure. “That’s it,” I croon even as she’s struggling. “Wait, Laiyla. I want you to feel me spill into you. Watch the realization flood your eyes. Feel you clamp around me.”
“Levi…”
I tighten my hand in her hair, and she winces. A little pain goes a long way toward holding off an orgasm, making it so much more intense when it comes.
“You have to wait.” I draw out of her body, all the way to my tip, then drive back in. My vision spins. “Like a good girl.” And I drag my hips back again, gritting my teeth and hesitating before lunging. Our bodies collide, pushing a sound out of her mouth. “You come when I say.” Thrust. “God, Laiyla.” Thrust. “Laiyla.” Thrust. “Laiyla.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Please, please, please.?
?
I can’t stop saying her name, as if I can’t believe it’s really her. And so much better than any fantasy. I press my forehead to hers. “Laiyla.”
She’s trembling. “Yes.”
I quicken my pace, intensify my thrust. “Let go, Laiyla. Come for me.”
And damn if she doesn’t come on demand, in multiple hot, racking waves. I manage to pull my hand from her hair and cover her mouth just as my own release hits. A wash of white-hot light explodes in my brain, blinding me with ecstasy. I ride the delirious waves with my face against her neck, muffling my own cries. My own multiple releases.
It feels like a long damn time before I can function again. Until my vision clears. Until my body will work right. Until I can pull from Laiyla’s body and flop onto my back beside her.
And as I look up at the stars cutting a swath across the sky, instead of feeling elated, I’m swamped with an emotion I can only describe as loss. Even when Laiyla rolls toward me, presses kisses to my neck, and rests her head on my shoulder, the emptiness grows until my eyes sting.
I don’t understand. When I felt like this with other women, I got it, but now, I’m confused as hell. Laiyla’s quiet and affectionate. Sweet. Which only seems to drive the sensation of loneliness deeper.
I don’t understand. I can’t put it into words. All I know is that I can’t do this again. I won’t survive another fall from a cliff this high.
Before my breathing has returned to normal, I roll away from Laiyla.
“Levi?”
I pick up our clothes and let hers fall to the deck beside her, then drag on my own.
She sits up, clothes against her chest. “What’s wrong?”