Page 149 of The Strength Of A Woman

He’s still downstairs.

I drop my slippers next to his bed and slide under the covers before pressing my nose into his pillow and inhaling the faint aroma of his aftershave.

I love this man.I love him with all my heart.And with that thought, I fall asleep.

I don’t know how much time has passed.A few minutes? An hour?

All I know is that a hard, naked body slides behind me, and a strong hand reaches inside my top.

It moves smoothly up my front and cups a soft breast before reaching inside my shorts and palming my sex.

“What are you doing here, Lani?” he asks, stroking me gently.

I smile.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“And you thought I could be of help to you?”

He seems amused.

I look at him over my shoulder.

“I wanted you to make love to me one last time before the wedding.”

She flashes a crooked smile.

“For good luck.”

“Yes, for good luck.”

“All right,” he drawls. “Look away. You know I’m shy,” he jokes, and we both laugh.

I peer out the window while he continues his exploration. Fingers moving over my clit. Fingers kneading my breasts. Fingers wrapping around his erection before he slowly enters me, moving through a pool of wetness.

He pushes my shorts down as much as he can.

“We did everything backward,” I murmur, enjoying the soft throbbing between my legs.

“You mean having the weeding night before the wedding,” he says with humor again, and we chuckle quietly.

He’s in a good mood, probably happy that the waiting has come to an end.

He’s a man of action, and threading these past few weeks carefully despite enjoying the rewards––mainly our heated affair––it’s been a test for him too.

“I never thought you’d be so funny.”

“I can’t fathom what’s given you that false impression,” he says with self-deprecating humor.

And then we go quiet, and he kisses my shoulder and kneads my chest while moving into me, giving me the addictive memories that help me forget everything else.

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LEILANI

The Wedding Day

The last dooron the right. The last door on the right.