Foxy In Lingerie (Lingerie 10)

I pressed my forehead against hers and started to move, to rock myself gently inside her and enjoy every slow second. I wanted to make this last, to make her come several times before I crossed the finish line. My job was to heal her heart the way she healed mine. Our separation had been brutal for both of us, stripping away all the joy that we cherished. When I lost her, I turned into a worse version of myself. She turned into a ghost. But now we would never know that pain again—because I was here to stay. I didn’t give a damn who liked me or hated me. This woman was mine—and no one would ever take her away from me.

She dug her toes into my chest and sliced her fingernails into my skin, her breaths coming out deep and heavy. She pressed lightly against my chest to lift her hips so she could move with me, let me fill her over and over.

I rocked into her a little harder, making her tits shake with my thrusts. I loved watching her nipples harden, the color of her cheeks becoming deep red. The green color of her eyes became more vibrant when she was lost in the moment with me. She’d been that way before I left. She was that way still.

I’d never made love to a woman before her, but the second I had her, everything came naturally. My eyes locked on to hers, and I shared my soul with hers. I gave her everything I had, accepting everything she gave with greed.

“I’m gonna come…” Her hands snaked up my arms. “Already…”

I moved her ankles over my shoulders so I could smother her even more. Her feet rested on my shoulders on either side of my head. I folded her deep, manipulating her body like she was a doll instead of a person. “You’re going to come more times than you can count.”

“I expect nothing less…” Her fingers moved into my hair, and she stared into my eyes, her lips desperate for a kiss. She was too busy moaning to seal her lips against mine. She made love to me with her eyes as much as her body. She rocked with me and took my thrusts with vigor. Her spine shivered as she approached the climax that was impossible to ignore.

I was glad I hadn’t been with anyone else in the last three months. They would have been disappointments compared to this woman. No matter how wild or enthused they were, they wouldn’t have filled the hole in my chest.

They wouldn’t have filled me the way she did.

I would have pretended they were my baby, would have pretended my life was still complete. But the second the fun was over, I would only feel worse about what I’d done—and missed Vanessa even more. “I love you.” She was the only woman who ever heard me say those words. The first time I told her how I felt, I didn’t hesitate. Confessing something like that didn’t come easily, not for someone like me. But it was the simplest thing I’d ever done. There was no doubt how I felt about her. I didn’t need to love another woman to understand what love was. She was my one and only.

Passion remained in her eyes, but emotion also jumped across the surface. She cupped my cheek and gripped my left hip. “I love you too.” Before she even finished saying the words, her pussy clenched around me, and she was thrown into a powerful orgasm. “Forever…I love you forever.”

I hadn’t slept well in the last three months. It was impossible for me to fall asleep unless I was drunk, and unless I woke up still drunk, I remembered all the terrible dreams I had about Vanessa.

Having her back was an improvement for my health.

I was sleeping again.

I wasn’t drinking nearly as much.

And I was happy.

But instead of sleeping all through the night, I would wake up at least once to look at her, to make sure she was really there. A part of me was afraid I would lose her again, even though that fear was unfounded. But if you’d ever truly been miserable, you were always afraid of being miserable again.

I’d already lived without her once. I couldn’t repeat that.

She was asleep beside me, naked under the sheets that reached her shoulder. She was on her side and facing me, her lips slightly parted as she slept. Her face always looked the same when she was asleep, rested and beautiful. Some of her small teeth were visible. When she was awake, her fierce attitude made her a spitfire, but when she was asleep, she appeared harmless.

I watched her for a while because I couldn’t go back to sleep. It was the first time I’d slept in a foreign place. The mattress was different, the atmosphere was changed. It didn’t smell like her because she hadn’t inhabited the place in so long.