LANEY
You feel so good,” I whispered, my eyes watering on their own. “You feel so right.”
“We feel so right.” Connor sat up so we were chest to chest, his large arms surrounding me as our foreheads touched. His voice was shaky. I’d never heard this much emotion from him before.
“This is you and me, Laney. We’re good together,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.
I nodded as a tear trickled down my face, rolling over my lips and down my chin. He wiped it with his thumb, licked it, and in one smooth motion, lifted us up off the floor.
I gasped. “What are you—”
“I’m not fucking my wife on the floor.” His muscles rippled as he carried us toward the couch. It was so hot. He had picked me up like I was nothing, still holding tight on to me.
“You ate me out on the counter,” I teased, tugging his earlobe with my teeth. He shuddered, and I dragged my tongue down his neck. He smelled like my pleasure, but with sweat mixed in.
“You just told me you fucking love me.” He sat on the couch and positioned me on his lap so his cock slid right into me. His gorgeous eyes were filled with lust and love and happiness.
“I need you like this, close to me, where I can see and feel every inch of you.”
I gasped when he thrust up, hitting me deep in a wonderful, pleasurable way.
“You’re so sexy, Connor.” I rocked my hips, taking more of him until he groaned. He gripped my butt and buried his face in my neck, the scruff from his jaw tickling. I couldn’t laugh though, not when this felt too good, too important.
He sucked my collarbone as I grinded against him in a perfected rhythm. We’d had sex on the couch before, but never like this. Each kiss felt like ten. The way his hands dragged over my back and ass and then returned to gently cradle my head felt like a declaration.
His throat bobbed when he tilted my chin to stare at me. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For giving me—us—another chance.”
My eyes prickled, but he didn’t give me a second to cry. He kissed me so hard that my soul rearranged itself to fit next to his.
“I love you.” He kissed my cheek, my neck, my jaw. “So fucking much.”
I trembled and dug my nails into his shoulders. He wasn’t close enough. There was too much space, and I had this itch deep in my core, like I needed more of him. I moaned, and he stilled, a fire growing behind his gaze.
“Let me make you feel good,” he said.
He flipped us over so I was on my back, and he ground intome in a slow, deep thrust that had me arching my spine. He took his time fucking me though. He’d pause, suck my breasts until they stung, then kiss them better. He whispered how much he loved me, how much he loved us, before pulling out and spreading my pussy with his tongue.
I’d never seen him like this.
Heat coursed through me. My limbs were on fire, and my throat ached with the need to cry, or orgasm. He brought me to the brink with his mouth before sliding his cock back inside, pinching my clit and causing me to explode. I saw stars, and my ears rang as he watched me, praising me.
“You’re so pretty when you come, baby.” His eyes lit up. “Nothing better than you like this. Not a fucking thing.”
I had barely caught my breath before he lifted one of my legs, kissing my calf and bending my knee so he could thrust deeper. My eyes about rolled to the back of my head when he pinched my nipple.
“No, Laney, you watch us. I want all of you.”
Connor had always been demanding in bed, taking charge and always ensuring I was taken care of, but this new version of us was hotter, more intense.
“You’re so sexy,” I blurted out, my face flushing.
“For you. Only for you.”
We didn’t speak again after that. Connor took his time with me, kissing or massaging every part of me as he went deeper and deeper. My muscles ached, and my chest heaved, yet the fuzzy feeling of yet another orgasm rooted in my spine.
My thighs tensed, and his eyes widened before he nodded. He repositioned us so we were face-to-face, our hearts beatingagainst each other, and whether it was the intimacy or the way he angled his hips, I fell apart a third time, him with me.
He groaned my name into my mouth, his eyes fluttering as he gripped me so hard it stung. He rested his face on my chest, his heartbeat even more erratic than mine. “Holy shit,” he said, his breath dancing along my ribs. He traced my wrist with one of his fingers for a few seconds before he pushed up and crashed onto the couch next to me.
