Page 207 of Crazy for this Girl

“Cal…”

“Mhm?”

“My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won’t you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry. Whichever you prefer.”

I smile against her warm skin as she speaks the words of the subtle song that I left on her iPod our first summer together of Hands Down by Dashboard Confessionals.

“Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,” I continue with another quick kiss. “I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers.”

I pull my head around to peer down at her, finding her smiling at me.

“I knew that you meant it. That you meant it.” She carries out the last note horribly, and I can’t help but laugh at how bad. “Hey, now, I just sang to you, asshat.”

“I’m sure it won’t be the last time.”

Then she belts out with, “And I…e-I will always love youuuuu, whoohoo I will alllllways love youuuuuu!”

My crush my lips to hears, chuckling all the while as we both realize how freaking weird we are together.

“Will you sing that on our ten-year anniversary?”

“Damn, I was hoping you’d fuck all the goofy brain cells out of me by then,” she jeers against my mouth.

“Nah, I wanna keep those. But the fucking, I can definitely do.” Pulling her bikini bottoms to the side, I’m already between her legs, which makes it super easy to slowly slide inside.

Laynee’s blues stay fastened to mine as I begin to thrust, making this the most erotic experience I’ve had, but also the most connected to another human being I’ve felt in my entire life.

The intensity of it almost takes my breath away. How stunningly picturesque my girl is underneath me, finally open and ready to set on the life that we were always supposed to have together.

“Are you in your head again?” she asks in a hushed tone as if she’s going to send me over the edge.

“No”—I shake my head—“you’re here.” Her lips coil at that before wrapping her legs around my lower back and ass.

She begins to pant, as I go deeper, hitting another part inside her that makes my cock twitch and my balls tingle in warning that it’s not going to take much more to explode into oblivion with this woman.

I attempt to steady my breathing, keeping my focus solely on this moment, maybe not the best idea because Laynee can suck me dry with how much she ropes me entirely into her.

Especially on this old bed surrounded by all the memories of me lying here and thinking about how I was going to marry Laynee one day. That I’d make sure she’d see me as more than a best friend.

“Hm, Cal…faster.”

Shit.

Picking up my pace, I plunge between us and thumb her clit, needing my future wife to get where I need her to be because I’m about to finish first and not last as I want to.

“Finally fucking my girl in my old bedroom,” I claim, hoping that my words will help. “Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off to the scent of you on my t-shirt?”

“Shit.” Her jaw plunges as I do the same with my length, trying some more to ignore my words.

“Shit…is right. I’ve always wanted to cup your tits and see how I could get you to react. If you’d let me kiss you while I thumbed your beaded nipples. Would you have let me suck on them? Stroked my cock through my shorts while—” Laynee cries out, arching her back as her orgasm rocks through her body. Mine comes on cue right behind hers as I pull out and stroke myself into my palm.

Sliding off my bed, I grab the t-shirt I was wearing earlier to clean myself up, finding Laynee staring at me and propped up on her elbows.

“A girl could get used to that view.”

“A girl better get used to the view because it’s going to be the only one she’s seeing,” I retort, coming back to sit on the bed beside her. “Spread your legs so I can clean you up.”

“How about we jump in the lake?”

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