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All that wiggling only serves to stir my cock to full length. With a slow glide, I push back into the depths of her body, all the way to the hilt.
“Damn it,” she hisses. “Get the hell off—”
“I said I could have had her. But I didn’t.” I thrust again slowly, my erection sliding through her like a hot knife through soft butter. “Truth is”—I withdraw unhurriedly, then push my cock back in at the same pace, maximizing friction—“I wasn’t interested in sex tonight…until I opened my bedroom door and found you.”
Again, I slide into her depths, no rushing. I hope like fuck this is arousing her because the slow burn of friction is searing me.
“I didn’t want sex without you,” I clarify. “Seeing her boobs half exposed all night did nothing for me. The mere thought of you… I was so hard I couldn’t think straight.”
I withdraw like molasses, then thrust again at an agonizingly measured pace.
“Noah,” Lauren moans, her stiff body losing some of its starch.
“That’s it, sugar.” I glide deep again. “There won’t be anyone else. If you believe anything, believe that. You told me the last time we made love that substitutes weren’t enough for you. They’re definitely not enough for me. They never will be.”
“Really?” Tears well, spill, and run silver down her heated cheeks.
“I want to marry you,” I whisper, stroking into the wet heaven of her pussy again. “Have babies with you. Hell, I bought this house for us.”
“Y-you did? But you moved in more than a year ago.”
“I’ve wanted you for a decade, but I bought this place when I thought you might finally be ready for more than friendship. If you don’t like the house, we’ll sell it and move—”
“I love the house.” She bites her lip shyly. “I love you.”
I have to have her now, wrapped around me, all mine. Scooping her up, I come up on my knees so she straddles my lap. Then I reach back and tug away the bonds restraining her ankles. Lauren wraps her legs around me immediately.
Clutching her in return, I maneuver to my back and settle her astride me. I press deep into her, right against her cervix. She gasps.
Oh, this is one of my favorite positions. Not only does it feel damn fine, it’s easy to get a woman off over and over… and to watch the show. I’ve never made love to Lauren in this way, and I’m dying to.
But first…
“I’ve said my piece, sugar. I hope you know I love you.” I push a wild tangle of tawny hair away from her flushed face and run my thumb across her swollen lips. “But it’s up to you. Are you staying?”
“You’ll never get rid of me.” A smile breaks out across Lauren’s face as she eases up on my cock, then coasts down.
“I’ll never want to,” I groan. “I’ve never loved a woman until you. I waited for so long, wanted you for years…”
Smiling, she leans down, pressing herself against my chest until we’re lying heart to heart. When she writhes above me again, I suck in a sharp hiss of breath.
“I have a naughty little secret,” she murmurs. “I’ve wanted you for years, too.”
I pause. “Years?”
“Since before the divorce. I’ve been in love with you since the night you took me out for my birthday and didn’t take me to bed.”
Lauren has loved me for over two years! Thrill slides through me, tingling across my skin, spiking into euphoria. Another pistoning of Lauren’s hips, and ecstasy joins the mix for a sensation so exquisite, so powerful, so unlike anything I’ve ever felt with any other woman, I have to grit my teeth and grip her hips to hold back the climax rushing to burst.
But when she pulses and flutters around me, crying out my name, I can’t stop the unstoppable.
Orgasm hits me with all the subtlety of a freight train. I throw my arms around her, holding her close as I arch up, as deep inside her as I can reach. And she takes me, gasping, her pussy milking me in hard clamps in an agonizing blitz that seems to last a blissful eternity.
After a few quiet moments, my heartbeat calms. My breathing slows. And I can’t stop smiling as I angle our bodies to the side of the bed and reach into the drawer of my nightstand.
Lauren lifts her head with a sated groan, her cheeks flush, her lips swollen, her hair wild. She’s never looked more beautiful.
Through slitted eyes, she sees where my hand is headed and frowns. “If you’re reaching for the condoms…um, it’s too late.”
