Staring up at me, he hooks his fingers on either side of my pajama pants, sliding them down my legs. He doesn’t look at my pussy slowly being revealed, as if he wants to see it bared for him all at once.
Our gaze holds, and after I step out of my pants, he gives me another wicked grin before he presses a kiss to my stomach and leans back. “Sit down, babe.”
I do.
Then he spreads my legs and takes in all of me. And I mean all. The impulse to shut my legs rears up, but when I see the awe on his face, I relax.
“I bet you taste like fucking heaven.” He swings my legs over his shoulders. His thumb traces circles over my clit, and my head falls back against the cushions, my eyes closed. “Oh no, you’re going to watch.”
I pick up my head and watch him play with my pussy, knowing even my fantasies haven’t been this good. His touch is slow and methodical, taking the time to learn what I like and what pleases me. I’m slowly breaking apart, and his mouth hasn’t even been on me yet.
Hayes looks up at me, making sure I’m watching as he leans in closer. And when his tongue laps at my pussy, the air leaves my lungs in short, shallow bursts. Any other thoughts I had scatter like sparks from a fire as he drags me closer to the edge.
“Hayes.” His name is barely audible as my hands fall to his head.
My orgasm builds, wave by wave, with every stroke of his tongue, suck on my clit. His fingers dig into my ass, bringing my pussy closer to him.
And then I’m dangling from that cliff, and every time he glances up at me and our eyes meet, I slip a little more until he sucks hard on my clit, and I’m falling off the cliff. I don’t cry out, I whimper, my orgasm traveling through me with hard, undulating waves instead of a bolt of electricity.
He slows his pace before falling back to his heels. His mouth is wet with my juices, and as though I didn’t just come, I am desperate to have him inside me.
“Jesus, Leighton, I’m about to come in my fucking pants.”
“How about my mouth instead?”
His mouth falls open, and I slide down to the floor, making him trade spots with me.
We make the best of our time before the kids return. Three orgasms for me, two for him, but not nearly enough, since I still crave him even more.
Chapter
Forty-One
Leighton
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“Hi,” Monroe says to a group of strangers on our way to find the seats Hayes got us for tonight’s Colts game. “Hi.” She waves to another group. “Hi.” Yet another group.
I inhale, trying to channel a Zen state. Lincoln is practically bouncing off the walls, Monroe hasn’t stopped saying hi to everyone we pass, and Lake’s been in a sour mood since we left the house.
“And then she made me do my homework at the kitchen table and said I couldn’t have dessert until she checked it over. Does she even know I have straight A’s, and I’m in honors classes?”
Lake has been going on and on about how horrible her time at Art and Julianna’s was. Although I didn’t love that they were with them, they are still her family, and my time with Hayes was enjoyable.
“She took away Monroe’s Play-Doh, and Uncle Art wouldn’t play with Lincoln outside. He said he was tired from work. Why do they want us if they’re not going to spend time with us?” Lake asks.
“Hi.” Monroe waves at a guy also wearing a Carlisle jersey, and he tries to high-five her. “No, just hi today.”
He laughs and nods. I offer him a soft smile, and he continues on his way.
“You can high-five him.” Lake groans then turns to me. “I’m not going again, so you can tell the judge that.”
“They want you because they love you. You’re family.” I’m not sure what’s appropriate to say, and I probably shouldn’t be secretly happy she doesn’t want to go back.
“They don’t love us!” Her voice gets louder.
Lately I’ve been thinking that it may be a good idea to get the kids into some kind of therapy to talk about everything going on in their lives, and this outburst from Lake tells me I was right. I make a mental note to look up some good options tomorrow when I have time.
