Page 76 of Adoring Delaney

How could I pass up that kind of invitation? I couldn’t, so I made my way to the bed and crawled in. My ass had barely landed on the mattress when he hauled me to the center, rolled, and settled between my legs.

“Did you have a good day, baby?”

“I did. I like your friends.”

“Good.”

He brushed a few strands of stray hair off my face and lowered himself to an elbow and took my mouth in a scorching kiss. My hands found his ass and my fingers dug into the hard muscle, pulling him closer. His lips left mine and his face went to my neck, his tongue to my skin, and I loved what he was doing so much my head tilted back.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against my skin.

The vibration made my nipples tingle and my pussy dampen.

I lost his mouth and his weight when he reared up, grabbed the hem of my tee, forcing my hands above my head. He yanked it off and tossed it aside. Next came my panties. Carter came back down, his hand between us and I felt the head of his dick rubbing my clit.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes.”

He guided himself lower, pushing only the tip inside of me and waited.

“Tell me, Laney.”

This was new. He’d never demanded this of me, not in all the years we’d been together.

“I love you, Carter.”

I watched with rapt attention as his eyes closed and his face got soft. Much like me, he needed the reminder.

“I love you so goddamned much, Laney baby, sometimes it hurts just thinking about it.”

He drove in and I moaned.

Then he gave me sweet.

His pace never faltered. Slow, deep thrusts, unhurried, building more than an orgasm. He was building our future. Promising me with his body all that could be ours.

The magic. The beauty. The life we were always meant to have.

And through it all, I gave as good as I got. My hips tipped and matched him stroke for stroke. My hand wandered over his ass, back, and shoulders. Everywhere I could reach. My tongue dueled with his and my breath mingled with his.

“Laney,” he groaned when my orgasm hit.

I was beyond words, I was lost in the feel of him. My insides spasmed, my eyes closed, my legs locked around his hips, and my back arched. Beautiful.

With one last powerful thrust, he shoved deep, his dick swelled, and I could feel the ropes of come emptying into me.

“Baby,” he whispered and I opened my eyes, meeting his the moment I did. “Do you know?”

“Yes,” I answered because I did know.

I knew how much he loved me. I knew he always had. And finally I understood his struggle. He’d been at war. Not in faraway lands, but with himself. Battling his feelings for me and doing what he thought was the right thing, even if it wasn’t. He’d truly believed he’d been protecting me. He’d given me what he could.

I used to think it wasn’t enough, but now I knew what the alternative was. I’d change nothing. Living half a life with Carter was far better than not having him at all.

“Good.”

He was still slowly gliding in and out of me, not breaking our connection. Something he’d do a lot. It didn’t matter if our coupling was hard and fast, or soft and slow, he always gave sweet when we were done.

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