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We pull up to her house and into the garage located underneath. She really does have a beautiful home. It completely fits her. Her father must have known her well. Everything in the home screams Laney, but knowing she’s shared these walls with Brad really digs at me. They were once a family in this home. They’ve made love in this home. I don’t even want to get started on that little pest, Michael.

I want to make memories with this woman. I want memories that are only hers and mine. I don’t want anything that I build with her to be tainted in any way. That’s another reason why I want to make my house a place they won’t ever want to leave. I want the girls to know that it can be their home too and not just a pit stop on the recovery for Addie. I’ve never shared cherished moments with another woman in my home. My home is made up of walls upon walls of blank canvases waiting to be covered by the laughter of little girls and the smiles of a woman who has captured my heart and soul.

I turn and look into those warm eyes. “Sweet girl, why don’t you go take a nice warm shower and relax a bit. I’ll make us some drinks, and we can just zone out before we go pick up Amanda.”

“A hot shower does sound wonderful.” She leans in and gives me a kiss. “I’ll be down shortly. There’s a bar in the dining room off the kitchen.” She gets out of the car and turns around with one hand on the window and the other on the side of the car, leaning down showing me a clear shot of her cleavage.

“Make yourself anything you want, but I would love something fruity.” She turns back around and leaves me sitting in the car, semi-hard by a simple peak of her breasts.

I’m impressed with the masculine selection in her bar. She has everything from Bombay Sapphire Gin, Hendricks Gin, Patron tequila; she even has a sixty-four-year-old Macallan. That set her back a pretty penny. I grab what I can from the bar to make her something fruity. Hopefully, she has fruit in the fridge so I can make her a daiquiri. What woman doesn’t like a daiquiri?

I’m leaning in the fridge grabbing some strawberries when I smell her. The lavender hits my nose, and I automatically inhale. I close the door, and I see her leaning against the doorframe leading into the kitchen. “Hey.” A smile plays on her lips.

“Hi.” I swallow hard trying to loosen the lump that has suddenly developed in my throat. She looks angelic standing before me. An angel with a halo of reddened waves. Her breasts are barely covered by a white lace, not-quite-there tank. I can clearly see the pink of her nipples. Her ass and pussy are hidden behind white shimmery satin. I take in the sight of her. I drown in her. I sear the vision of her standing before into my memory.

Her French manicured toes are delicately placed in strappy-heeled slippers. Her legs are to die for. They flow up meeting her full hips. Any man would be lucky to have them wrapped around him each and every night. The only one lucky enough is this bastard right here. She’s wearing white flowy boy shorts that move freely, brushing against her thighs and ass. I’m completely jealous of that scrap of clothing. I’m the one that should be touching her. I growl deep in the back of my throat, feeling my cock come to attention. The sudden rush of blood southward leaves me momentarily light-headed. I weave slightly and catch myself by steadying my hand on the kitchen island.

“Is there a problem, Nathan?”

“Is there a problem? Oh, sweet girl.” I smirk. “There are many problems with this situation, but I plan to alleviate every, single, one.”

I take two strides to get to her. I need to feel her. I need to have her beneath me, writhing, screaming my name. I take her hands in mine, “Laney.” I whisper, I see the effect that just my voice has on her. Her nipples pebble beneath her sheer camisole. I don’t waste the moment as I capture her nipple in my mouth. The warmth of the fabric mixed with the heat of my breath sends chills through her body. Her nipples harden even further, screaming for them to be sucked, bitten.

“Oh, Nathan.” Her voice is rasped with passion; it sent shockwaves to my penis. My jeans stretch painfully against my swollen shaft. Her hand moves greedily to my pants, unbuckling my belts, dropping my jeans and boxers at an alarming rate. Hmm, my girl is greedy. My cock springs free, and I moan with relief. I take her breasts in my hands as I kiss, suck and mark what is already mine. “Fuck,” she moans as she strokes me. “I need you naked, now.”

“Your wish is my command, baby.” I rip my t-shirt over my head while she kicks off her slippers and starts on her shirt. I grab her hands. “I don’t think so, love. Let me.” There’s no way I’m going to do this fast. I’m going to take my time with her body. I’m going to worship her.

I place my hands on her sides and slowly move up. I stare down into her eyes and watch the emotions float across. She moans and bites her bottom lip as I lift her shirt slowly exposing her firm stomach. I stop just below her breasts my thumbs grazing the sides, and I lean down to place kisses on her stomach while her hands grab my shoulders, and her nails start to dig into my flesh. I welcome the pain. I work my way up, lifting the shirt and I take a nipple into my mouth. I continue to kiss and suck each breast. The softness of her skin makes my mouth water. “Lift up, baby.” She does as I say, and I continue to remove her shirt over her head. The shirt falls to the floor as my mouth lands on her neck, sucking, tasting her skin. “Fuck, Laney. I can never get enough of you, baby.”

“Please, Nathan.”

I slide my hands down her sides; my fingers go easily under the edge of the satin that sits on her hips. Pulling down her shorts, I feel the silk against my hands. Once the shorts hit the floor, I step back and admire the view. A small triangle of white silk covers her. I turn her around and see a thin strip of silk continue over her hip diving in between her luscious ass. “Fuck me, baby.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

Her movement is quick as she drops to her knees in front of me. She takes me in her hands and strokes me. Her eyes burn with passion while a smile starts to grow, as she gets closer to my cock.

Sweet, Jesus, she's beautiful. I watch as her tongue comes out and licks the head. The sensation of wet warmth overcomes me as she takes me in her mouth. My head falls back, and my ass tightens as I slightly thrust into her mouth, driving myself deeper. She takes me in, licking and stroking my shaft with her tongue while she grabs and massages my sac. I can smell how aroused she is and can imagine her sweet cunt dripping as she sucks me off. “Fuck, Laney, baby. Fucking shit.” My teeth clench and I feel like I’m about to explode. “Sorry, you have to stop baby.” I bend down causing my cock to pop from her mouth. “I need to be inside you now.” I pick her up and place her on the island. This wasn’t my plan, and I’m sure it wasn’t hers, but I need to feel her now. “This is gonna be quick, baby.” I rip the remaining clothing from her body, and I grab her legs bringing her to me. I slide into her. Fitting perfectly. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Yes, Nathan.”

She grabs onto my shoulders as I take her in the kitchen. I pound into her feeling her clenching my cock making my eyes roll back with the sensation. She wraps her legs around me. “Fuck yes, baby.” I keep going. The warmth of her pussy pushes me over the edge. This is all I want out of life, this feeling right here, the two of us encompassed in the passion that make us so much more than man and wife. Without her, I am nothing. She looks so incredible beneath me. The curtain of crimson fanned out on the wooden surface. The pink of her hardened nipples is darker now. I see the lust in her eyes; her cheeks are flushed with her arousal. I slow my tempo down. I slide smoothly into her then out, then in again. Leaning over I grab her by the back of the neck and bring her to me to kiss her. I grind my groin into her, and she follows suit by rotating her hips allowing me to go deeper.

“Nathan, oh, don’t stop.” Her nails take residence in my skin again, clawing at me as she grinds into me.

“Nathan.”

“Baby,” I can feel it. I can feel my climax rolling from the base of my spine. I dive deeper, hitting my mark, causing her to spasm around my cock. The tightening of her pussy draws my sac up, allowing my own orgasm to hit me full force. A chill breaks out over my body, and I continue to pump my release into her. She continues to milk me as she rotates her hips. The aftershocks start to fade as my heart rate slows. “I love you, Laney. So fucking much.” I shower her with kisses to show her what my words might not convey.