Relationship. Fuck, yes, we’re in a relationship. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her go after everything she’s shared.
Lia positions me at her entrance and slowly starts to lower herself onto me. Damn, this woman feel sso right. Our moans mix in the night as she slides down, completely taking me in to the hilt. We both stay right there, without moving, as we revel in the sensations of me being inside her.
“I have to move,” she moans as she slowly starts to slide back up my shaft. I gently grab her hips to help guide her in her pursuit for pleasure.
“Do what you need to do, beautiful,” I reply as she starts to lower herself on me again with more urgency this time.
I gaze up at her dark, soulful eyes. The blue in them appears black in the glow of night with passion dominating their depths. Lia starts to pick up the pace as she rides me. I realize that I’m getting dangerously close to saying the words I haven’t said to another woman in about fourteen years. Words that I want to say to Lia. And I will…when we’re both ready.
I grip her hips tighter, careful not to appear too rough. That’s something I’ll have to mentally watch for from now on. Lia bounces and grinds against me, pulling me so dangerously close to the edge. I feel the familiar tingling at the base of my spine as my balls tighten. I flex my fingers against her soft skin as I grasp on to what’s left of my control. Just when I think I can’t hang on any longer, Lia starts to moan. Her insides tighten around me, and I’m done. Gone. The orgasm rips through my body as I uncontrollably shake and spasm. Lia stops moving on top of me, but her insides don’t. Her body continues to grip me like a vise. It’s enough that I could almost come a second time from the sheer pleasure of her body surrounding mine.
Lia falls forward, her soft, dark hair fanning out around my head and on my face. We stick together in every place we touch as we both struggle to suck air into our lungs.
“You slay me,” I tell her honestly. “You amaze me, and you damn sure do things to me that no one has ever done before. I feel so much more with you.”
Lia rises up and stares into my eyes. The honesty of my statement causes her slight hesitation but she eventually softens and molds her body against mine.
“I love being with you,” she whispers against my chest. The vibrations of her words send me reeling. It’s not the declaration of love I’d love to hear or love to give her, but it’s something close. Maybe Lia feels the same way I do. There’s no doubt that we have chemistry. We burn up the sheets, sure. But there’s so much more to us. She makes me laugh and feel things I’m not prepared to feel. Things I told myself I wasn’t allowed to feel.
She makes me love her just by being her.
I need a change of pace. “Hungry?” I ask from beneath her.
“Starving,” she replies against my chest.
“Let’s go see what kind of food you have in this place. Plus, I need to charge my phone and make some calls. Avery called my mom to let her know that I’m alive, but I imagine they aren’t going to settle down until they hear from me,” I say as I slowly roll the beauty off of my body. I instantly want to pull her back and plant myself firmly inside her again, but I know that we’re both tired as well as emotionally and sexually spent. We need food.
I don’t complain as Lia walks out of the room naked and heads towards the kitchen. Her ass is amazing in a pair of jeans, but naked? I want to drop to my knees and worship the perfection of her ass. Of course, I don’t. I don’t want to look like the pussy Jake insists that I am, and I definitely don’t want to share this view with anyone else. I already want to kill one bastard, and I don’t need to make the list any longer.
Instead, I follow like a little puppy dog. I head into the kitchen and watch as Lia pulls a pound of hamburger from the fridge, followed by spaghetti sauce and noodles from the cabinet. When she pulls the white apron out of the drawer, I almost come on the floor. Her back arches as she ties the string behind her lower back, pressing her breasts out for me to feast on.
I force my feet to stay firmly planted in their place, though. It may actually be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but watching her work the kitchen as she starts to prepare dinner leaves me satisfied beyond words.
I stroll over to the breadbox and remove the loaf of fresh Italian bread. We don’t say a word; just give each other sideways glances and small smiles, as we go about making dinner.
Fifteen minutes later, as Lia strains the noodles and I pull the bread from the oven, I can’t help but stare at the simple beauty of the woman next to me. Without saying a single word, she has rocked my world again and made me feel those emotions I’ve kept locked deep inside for so long.