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I’m falling for you.
I think you could be the one.
But then Hayes said, “I love you, Della.” His voice was raw, scraping over the words. And I felt the depth of them in his tone.
I looked at him in wonder. How could we be in lockstep? Feeling the same way about each other at the same time?
I used to doubt fate. Wondering if it existed, if it was working for me. But looking in Hayes’s eyes, seeing just how much he meant those words, I didn’t have a doubt.
Fate had been by my side all this time, waiting for Hayes and me to be ready at the same time. To give each other a chance.
Fate had brought me here.
“I love you too,” I said, my eyes stinging with the admission. “I really do.”
He held me close, brushing the tears that had fallen. And then he pulled me closer, sitting with me in silence as the sun sank and the clouds changed from orange to pink to purple to gray and the sun was just a memory.
I looked up at him and said, “Come home with me?”
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HAYES
I may have sped, just a little bit, to get back to her house.
But how could I not, knowing that everything I was waiting for had finally come true?
I’d never been happier in my life. It was one thing to love Della. Another still to know she loved me too.
Nothing had ever felt more right than being with her, in love. I couldn’t wait to worship her body, knowing I had her heart and soul as well.
It was sacred.
So I handled her like the precious woman she was, helping her off the bike, setting her helmet on the seat beside mine, and walking her into her home. Back to her bedroom, where we got lost in kissing each other and the promise of what would come next.
I walked us slowly back to her bed until I could lay her down. We lay atop the covers, kissing until our breaths were coming as pants. Until her lips were red and swollen from my touch.
I imagined spilling my cum past those lips and nearly came undone. But I held back, saying, “That dress. Take it off.”
She reached shyly for the hem and pulled it up, showing her pale legs, the curve of her hips and stomach. The swell of her breasts straining against a white lacy bra. “I love this,” I said, teasing at the strap with my fingertips. “Almost as much as I love this.” I kissed her breast right over the lace. “And this.” I kissed her stomach. And then I applied pressure at her mound, making her squirm. “You know I like this.” Crawling back up her body, I smiled against her neck, kissing her more.
“I want you naked, too,” she said in an almost whine. “It’s not fair I can’t see you.” There was a little pout to her lips that was cute as hell. I couldn’t deny her that, so I stepped back, standing at the foot of her bed so she could watch me tug my T-shirt over my head and toss it aside.
Her eyes weren’t just hungry. They were reverent.
I’d undressed for dozens of women, but none of them looked at me like Della did. They all saw me as a means to an end, and that was okay because I’d felt the same. But Della drank me in like each piece of me was important information to tuck away. To appreciate.
Feeling seen under her gaze, I took off my socks and then jeans, kicking them aside into a careless pile. My cock strained at my black underwear. The wet spot from my precum caught the light, shimmering darkly like a promise of what was to come.
And when I tugged my pants down, Della’s lips parted. “You’re... You have...”
I wrapped my hand around my cock, pumping it while doing nothing to ease the need of being inside her. “I’m pierced.”
Her eyes shone with curiosity. “It’s pretty.”
I chuckled. “That’s not why I got it.”
At her curious look, I explained, “It makes it feel better, for both of us.”