“Meant what?”
“That you love me.”
I tuck my chin and use my knuckle to lift hers. The pleading look in her eyes calls out to the depths of my soul.
“Yes Laney, I do. I love you.”
“I think, I love you too.” She whispers. The look in her eyes shifts to one of disbelief, of surprise.
“That’s good.” I smirk.
She smiles. “Yeah, good.”
“You want some breakfast?” I ask. We don’t need to get into it anymore. I love her, she thinks she loves me, and I’m going to live off these exchanged words for a while.
“Really? You go straight to breakfast after that?” She laughs as she rolls away to the other side of the bed.
Well that won’t do.
“What else is there to do?” I say as I roll after her.
Naturally our bodies fit themselves against each other and the desire explodes in Laney’s pupils.
“Oh, I dunno…” Laney trails off as she adorably lifts a shoulder in a shrug.
“I guess I can have an appetizer first.” I say and I lower myself as I lift her shirt and press kisses along her stomach. Her legs fall open and she groans.
“I’m sore.” She complains.
“I bet.” I reach up and pull two of the pillows down from the headboard and place them outside her knees. “Let your legs rest into these, I’ll hold them too.”
“Okay,” she sighs with a smile on her face and I help guide her shorts down and off. She fell asleep while Dee was still here and after I cleaned up what was left of dinner, I got her under the covers and crawled in next to her.
“Relax Princess, I’m going to take care of you.”
Laney’s arms cross and rest over her eyes. She hisses as I take one long pass through her soaking wet center.
“Fuck baby, so good.” My entire body tenses with need.
With hunger.
But it’s deeper than a craving. It’s consumption. I want to both be consumed by her and to consume her completely. If our bodies could truly become one, I would gladly end my solitary existence to share hers.
Laney’s hands find my hair and she grips tightly as her pelvis rolls up to meet my mouth. I feast on her, enjoying each available inch of her body. Lavishing it in an electric sort of love.
Sparks and energy, different from the steady coal ember burn type of love I feel for her.
“Miguel, oh, yes.” Laney whines and her nails scrape against my scalp. The pain is a familiar sensation and I want to associate it with Laney, not with pushing myself to the ultimate physical limit.
I want to feel the pain she inflicts on me as I push her over her cliffedge.
Quick, concentrated flicks of my tongue have her arching off the bed and her heels dig into my back.
“Yes, fuck, yes, oh gods, Miguel!” Laney calls out as her legs quake and her hands fly away to grip the sheets.
I slow my ministrations and guide her back down to earth. Her breathing slows and her touch becomes gentle as she pulls me up to her.
“How are you feeling, love?” I ask.
