Chapter 52

Andrew

Kissing Lanie with everything I had, I picked her up. Her legs went around my waist, latching tight to me. She’d never know how much I needed this, but maybe I could give her a hint. With every touch, with every kiss, I wanted to show her that she was something special.

She’d always hold a cherished spot in my heart. No matter what came next.

I didn’t need to look to see where I was headed. I knew the dark house well. Navigating the hallway, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, where the floor lamp in the far corner cast a soft glow.

Laying Lanie on the bed, I gently eased my weight onto hers. Her arms were still around my neck, and her face was painted with a soft passion.

“I missed you,” she said.

I nearly convulsed from the force of the words. “I missed you,” I repeated, dipping down and taking her lips.

Our tongues danced, familiar heat and unknown desire mixing together. I pushed my hands under her back, bringing her closer to me. I couldn’t get her near enough. No matter how much of our bodies touched, my heart still throbbed with pain.

Standing up, I stripped my shirt and pants. Lanie watched from the bed, her only movement the rising and falling of her chest. With only my boxers on, I climbed back onto the bed and kissed her cheek. Kissed her neck. Kissed her wrist. My lips sought out every exposed inch of skin, looking for whichever spot was the sweetest.

Wrapping my hands tightly around hers, I kissed the line of naked waist between her pants and sweater before going back up and finding her lips again.

Our mouths moved together like waves caressing a beach, and I straddled her, rocking my hips against hers. Heat grew, stretching into every corner of my body. Lanie wiggled against me, a sign that her desire was peaking.

Pausing from sucking at her neck, I pulled her sweater and shirt off and then undid her pants. She eagerly helped me by kicking her pants off and unhooking her bra.

That porcelain, soft body stretched out in front of me, curves soft and ready for my touch. Round, pink nipples stood out against Lanie’s pale flesh, and my mouth watered.

Bending down, I seized one breast and gave it a light squeeze as I ran my tongue over the bright tip. Lanie panted, legs locking over mine and hips driving upward.

She tasted like candy. My candy.

The thought made an ache return, but I pushed it away. Tonight was about the good things. We’d left everything that wasn’t perfect at the door. Only me, Lanie, and what we could do for each other now existed.

Suckling gently on her nipple, I ran my hand down her side and sent it between her thighs. Her eagerness covered my hand in the form of wet heat. I stroked her gently, finding the pattern that she liked so much, and located her mouth again. This kiss was even better, the touch deeper. I was falling into a rabbit hole of lust, being sucked down into the unknown.

It was a place I wanted to never leave.

Seizing Lanie’s waist, I rolled over, bringing her on top of me. She shimmied down, finding my mouth once more. As we kissed, I squeezed every handful I could get. Ass. Hips. Breasts. They all belonged to me.

Lanie’s breathing became faster, and we rocked against each other as we tongued. She pushed at my boxers, sending them down my thighs. With a kick, I tossed them to the floor. Pulling Lanie closer, I pressed my face into her neck and inhaled long and deep. She made a little noise of need, and my dick stiffened.

Holding her against me, I raised my hips, letting my length slide along her inner thigh. Lanie gasped, driving her mound down and grazing my dick’s tip.

Keeping her on top of me, I awkwardly scooted sideways and yanked open the drawer next to the bed. It tumbled to the floor, but I ignored it. I was already ripping open the condom and sliding it on.

Taking Lanie’s hips, I guided her onto my dick. She cried out as I pierced her, her back arching. Reaching behind me, she grabbed the headboard. Hanging on, she began swaying against me. Pleasure twisted through me, and I dug my nails into her skin. Red marks popped up where I touched her, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her face was the picture of ecstasy as she rode me with a passion.

Up and down, I moved her, forcing her to fuck me. She let me take the wheel, giving me what I wanted by relinquishing control. Our strangled breaths filled the room, each exhale louder than the rest.

“That’s it,” I told her, taking her short hair between my fingers and pulling it. Lanie twisted against my touch, her back arching and her hands still clinging to the headboard. I drove up as she pushed down, burying my length all the way inside of her. The sounds of the bed creaking blended with Lanie’s moans. The room spun. Sweat trickled down my face.

Letting go of her hair, I flipped us back over. Lanie landed on the mattress with a gasp, her hands falling on either side of her face. Dipping down, I seized her lips, sucking on them desperately with my own. Sweat combined with her natural taste to make a heady concoction. Lapping at the corners of her mouth, I let my hands drift down to find her nipples and gently pinched them both at the same time.

“Andrew,” Lanie gasped, driving her breasts up and against my hands. I gave them another delicate twist before swiveling my palms down her stomach.

Her legs fell open as I approached, her intoxicating scent drawing me in. Taking her thighs in my hands, I spread them as wide as they would go. Lanie’s fleshy, lower lips stretched open, welcoming me back.

Taking my time, I licked a line up her lips and to her mound. She tasted of the both of us—a combination I would never have guessed I would like, but that I now found I loved. As I flicked my tongue against her nub, she trembled.

Soft noises left Lanie’s mouth, interspersed with requests for me to keep going. I took my time, giving one unhurried lick and then another. She grabbed at the roots of my hair, holding me tightly.

Grasping her thighs so hard, my nails dug into her skin, I suckled faster. Lanie screamed through her release, the sound music that made burning desire fill me.

She tried to wiggle away, too sensitive for my touch, but I held her tight and licked her dry. Soon a second round of heated gasps filled the room, and she squirmed with need all over again.

Sitting up, I ran my hands up and down her legs, enjoying the curves of her thighs and calves. Committing them to memory. Lanie smiled sheepishly up at me, her cheeks flushed and chest still heaving.

Regrettably, I left the oasis between her legs and crawled across the mattress to get to the bed stand. My dick ached with a painful need, made all the worse by the ache in my heart. I just needed to be inside Lanie, to have her scent covering me and her lips against mine, and then everything would be all right. I would be able to deal with this awful world for a little bit longer.

I moved back on top of Lanie, using my forearms to keep my weight off her. My mouth was perfectly aligned with hers, and as she tilted her face back, I seized her lips.

My tongue pushed between her teeth, hungry and needy. She could fix me, I swear. If only I could kiss her deep enough, if only I could lose myself in the taste and feel of her.

Lanie looped her arms and legs around me, holding me close. I lowered my weight, hips pressing against hers. Harder we kissed, our teeth clanking together, and our tongues striking each other.

It was powerful and war-like as we sought to conquer each other. It was just what I needed.

Still kissing, I hooked my arms under Lanie’s thighs and pushed them gently toward her stomach. I edged forward, my dick finding her swollen opening. Lanie open-mouthed gasped against my lips in anticipation.

All the need, pain, frustration, and longing that had filled me for days seemed to sweep through me as I plunged into her. With one swift move, I’d buried myself to the hilt. Lanie cried out, but she grasped me even harder, her nails stinging my back.

Kissing heartily, I rocked back and forth. My head spun with the pleasure and the taste and feel of the woman beneath me—the woman who had done so much for me. How did I show Lanie what she meant to me?

There was no way there was the answer. She’d probably never know how much I loved her.

Yet maybe, that one night, I could give her a hint using my touch.

Dropping one of her legs, I slipped my fingers under the back of her neck. I yearned to touch every part of her at the same time, but I’d have to settle for what I had.

Her muscles were tightening around my length, her legs shaking. I seized her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it gently as she came on my dick. Tremors shook her body, the vibrations sending me to another level.

With a cry, I exploded, pumping hard into Lanie one last time. All stamina depleted, I dropped back onto one forearm and rested my face in the crook of her neck. I still had her one leg in my arm, and she brought her hands higher, twisting fingers through my hair.

For a long time, we stayed as we were, breathing harshly. With every inhale, I tasted Lanie. I never wanted to leave that position, but eventually, my muscles ached too much.

Licking sweat from my lip, I slowly rolled off Lanie and landed on my back. Next to me, she raked her fingers through her hair, making the damp strands stand straight up.

“You couldn’t have sweated that much,” I commented, nodding at her hair. “That must be from me.”

“Yeah.” She grinned. “Probably.”

At the sight of her smile, my heart soared, but a second later and it was plummeting. I didn’t deserve this woman. I’d probably always known that.

“Hey.” Pushing my arm under Lanie, I brought her into my chest. She snuggled up close, hands curled against my abs and hair tickling the bottom of my jaw. With my free hand, I tossed a blanket over the both of us.

Lanie sighed in contentment, and my insides nearly melted.

“Do you need anything?” she asked.

“Huh?” I ran my hand up and down her arm.

“Can I get you anything?”

I was glad she couldn’t see my wistful smile. “You don’t have to take care of me, Lanie.”

She sat up, breaking from my arms, the blanket falling around her waist. “What are you talking about? I want to take care of you.”

“I know,” I quickly said, “I know. Just …” I reached for her, words failing me.

“Just what?” Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit, but not in a hateful way. She was searching my face, trying her hardest to understand me.

“Just come lay back down. Okay?” I pleaded.

It must have been the pathetic tone of my voice that made her listen. Resuming her spot against my chest, she reached an arm across and gently stroked my shoulder. A sharp pain struck me right in the gut.

“I’m so tired,” Lanie yawned.

I kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep,” I whispered.

She yawned again, and then her breaths became longer and shallower. I listened as she drifted off to sleep.

“Good night, Lanie,” I whispered, though I knew she couldn’t hear me.

Tomorrow would be a day I didn’t want to face. I had to do it, though. I had to think of the people I cared for the most—Raven, Lanie. There was no time for being selfish.

And, come what would, at least Lanie and I had gotten to share this one last night together.