Page 22 of Loving Leila
I can’t deny I’m shocked at her words, and more than a little turned on.
“Um, we do now.” She quirks an eyebrow at me. “Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t intend to jump your bones first chance I got. I bought some on a whim at the market earlier. For down the road a ways. You know I like to be prepared.”
“Yeah, it’s the SEAL in you, I guess.” She slips her arms around my waist. “It’s been so long, Kyle. Make love to me?”
Thankfully, I had yet to put on the steaks because they damn sure would have burned with an offer like that. One I have no intention of turning down. Taking her hand, I lead Leila back into her apartment and down the hall after locking the patio door.
Tenderly, I undress her, savoring the moment. When she stands completely naked before me, I shuck my clothes as quick as I can.
“I don’t want slow and sweet. I need it hot and quick. I’ve missed you, and I don’t want to wait anymore.” She just keeps surprising me today.
“Any way you want it, baby.”
Gliding my hands up the silky soft skin of her legs, I find her wet and ready for me when I reach the apex of her thighs. I slip first one finger into her and then another, readying her. The last thing I want to do is hurt her the first time we’re together after five years apart. I set a rhythm that has Leila riding my hand, one of hers weaving through the strands of my head and holding on.
“Please, Kyle. I need you.”
“Shit, give me a second. I need to grab a condom.”
Once the condom’s on, I slowly ease into her, giving her a chance to adjust around me. When finally I’m all the way in, I pause. It’s been a long time for me too. Leila’s legs restlessly rub along my outer thighs, urging me to move.
It doesn’t take us long to find our rhythm, shared years ago yet never forgotten.
Higher and higher we climb together, completely lost in each other. I get caught up in her passion-glazed gaze and feel myself tighten. My release is imminent; I can feel the tell-tale tingle begin in the base of my spine.
“Are you with me, sweetness?” I whisper.
Leila nods, her eyes unfocused as she reaches the edge of the cliff, ready to freefall.
I weave the fingers of my left hand through hers, and with the fingers of my right hand, I reach between our joined bodies, coaxing her ever higher. She is a glorious sight to behold in the throes of passion.
“Come for me, sweetness. Let me see you come apart in my arms. Come with me.”
My words are like setting a match to gun powder. The walls of her tight channel clamp down on me like a fist. Gripping me hungrily, demanding my release in return.
With a growl, I give in to her demand, and my own orgasm crashes through me. Clenching my teeth, I hold myself still and ride the waves of pleasure that wash through me, so intense they leave me breathless.
As I collapse on the bed, I take care not to crush Leila under my weight. Rolling to my back, I tuck her under my chin and lay there, soaking in the simple joy of having her in my arms again as I try to catch my breath. She snuggles into my embrace, her head resting on my shoulder, and all is right with my world.
Never will I take this gift for granted again. I will treasure and honor her, loving my Leila forever.
THE END