Page 29 of If Only You Hurt

“Shhhhh, baby. We don’t need everyone in the house knowing what we are doing right now.”

I go right back, this time giving attention to the opposite breast. She can’t keep still. She’s even more turned on than usual, with my attention on her chest.

Soon, she’s begging for more, and I’m not dumb enough to deny her. Without warning, I line myself up and slam into her.

I let myself get used to her tightness, feeling like I’m finally home. I look down and see Laney’s hands gripping the comforter. I know she wants me to move, but I need a moment. I just need to savor this because I know it will be over too quickly.

I begin to move, painfully slow, feeling my cock moving in and out of her wet pussy. Fuck, this is heaven. Each time we are together, it feels like the puzzle pieces align. Nothing feels right, unless it's with Laney.

The more I pump, the more I chase my release. But I have to take care of my girl.

I pull out and flip her onto her hands and knees. I give her ass a light slap, and she yelps.

“Fuck, Laney, your ass, your pussy, were made for me. You’re gorgeous. My sweet girl.”

I take a bite of her ass cheek then slide back in and begin pumping. In and out, I watch my dick move, and I’m even more turned on in this position. I see her pussy take me, and it surges me to keep moving. I feel her start to tighten around me, and she moves her hand to her clit.

Something about that causes me to grab onto her hips and piston into her faster. She’s spurring me on, but I can’t jump off that cliff before her.

“Laney, fuck baby, I need you to come. Come for me. Let go.”

I feel her orgasm around my cock, and I fall off right behind her. It’s euphoric being with her in this way. My orgasm feels like it goes on forever, ropes of my cum shooting into her. She constricts my dick in a way that feels like her release is lasting just as long.

We fall to the mattress, both of us panting and a sweaty mess. We’re lying on our sides, her back to my front, and I let my fingers glide along the side of her body. My touch leaving goosebump trails behind.

I bury my nose in her hair, taking in that vanilla scent I love so much. I close my eyes, contentment filling me. I feel like my life is complete. I bask in this until Laney tells me she has to get up and use the restroom.

The moment she’s gone, I feel her absence like I’m lacking oxygen. Our connection is so intense I forget how I live without her when I’m away.

The next day, we go out to lunch. We head into a little restaurant not far from Laney’s house, my mouth watering the moment we enter the restaurant. This cold runs deep from the New York winter, and I rub my hands together in hopes of getting my fingers warmed up as we follow the hostess to our table.

Laney looks at the menu, biting her lower lip with her teeth, heavy concentration lacing her features. I can’t help but picture that mouth around my dick, much like it was this morning while we got ready in her shower.

Last night, it felt like we had some unspoken interpretation about our relationship moving forward. I always do this, falling down the mindset that things will change and we will finally put a label on what we’re doing. I can’t be with anyone else. She’s it for me. Enough of this back-and-forth behavior. We’ve lived a life where we tried to be without one another, keeping our friendship front and center.

Being around her and seeing parts of her shine as we move through life together brings me so much joy, and the moment her mouth was on mine last night, it felt like home. I can’t walk away from her, from this, without putting everything out there. I want this just as much as I wanted it years ago and had to table that discussion after the shooting.

Now I feel like Laney can handle what I have to say. I feel like this is a natural progression for us. After everything in California, I told her I wasn’t with anyone else. She confessed she wouldn’t be dating while I was away for work. But I can’t ignore the distance she puts between us when I return from working abroad. I want a future with her, in all senses of the word. She is my tomorrow, no matter how many bumps we find in the path ahead.

Laney finally looks up from the menu, a smile crossing her features.

“I think I’m going to get the spinach omelet. I’m craving something light but also something that will keep me full.”

Right then, one of the servers walks by, a big plate of what I can see as eggs, and the smell carries over. The moment the plate passes, it’s almost like Laney’s face turns green, and her smile disappears.

“On second thought, that smell is not going to work for me. Maybe I’ll do pancakes.”

I can’t help but look at her for an extra beat. My mind travels back to last night, all her symptoms not adding up. She’s hot and cold with her health. Her body can’t seem to decide what side of the fence she’s on, and she’s teetering a fine line. I’m about to comment that she should see a doctor, but we get interrupted by our server.

We put in our orders; I opted out of anything that was primarily eggs and got a BLT, while Laney stuck to her pancake order for lunch. This restaurant is known for serving breakfast all day, and Laney has been on a mission to have breakfast food no matter what since we left the house.

Afterwards, our meals providing the sustenance we craved, we decide to walk a bit, even with the cold weather. The sun has made its way out, and we decide to soak in some sunshine before the clouds move in. A storm is said to be headed in late tonight, so we want to enjoy this little bit of sunshine while nature gives us a break.

While we walk, I grab Laney’s hand, and she accepts the gesture.

“So, Bean, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

At my words, she stiffens slightly but tries to cover it up with her response, “Okay, what’s up?”

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