Page 18 of Beards and Broken Hearts

“You are so damn beautiful, baby. Are you okay?” He asks, and I almost laugh.

“Yes. So good. Layton, I want you. All of you.” It’s a confession about more than sex, and he knows it. No matter how long it’s been, my heart has never forgotten this man, and now that I have him again, I can’t imagine life without him. I know it’s a lot. I realize we’ve grown up and are different in many ways, yet it feels like old times here, alone. Layton makes me feel more myself than I have in a long time. My heart always felt like something was missing, and now I feel everything I’ve missed for so long. An overwhelming emotion chokes me, and tears spring to my eyes.

“Hey. Baby, don’t cry. You’ve got all of me, and I got you. If you’ll have me,” he whispers in the low light of the cellar.

My heart beats wildly as he presses his chest to mine so hard I know he can feel it, but I know it’s all going to be alright.

Because I can feel his beating just as hard.

“Take me, Layton,” I say as I grab the back of his neck, pulling him hard to my lips.

The overwhelming sensation doesn’t stop, but my need for him overtakes the moment. In an uncertain world, I know one thing is true: we belong to each other. No matter how hard it might be to learn who we are now, we’ll only be stronger for it.

CHAPTER TEN

Layton

My mind and heart feel like they are finally on the same page for the first time in twelve years. With Daphne under me, something has shifted. It’s not new; instead, it’s an old, familiar comfort healing my soul. That’s the only way to describe it.

I kiss her with all my heart, taste her tongue against mine, and savor her touch. She glides her fingers through my hair as I ungracefully kick off my shoes and strip down my jeans. Our mouths only break for milliseconds at a time. We are too hungry and happy and whole to fight against reason. This isn’t the place for this kind of carnal action, and yet our need is overriding reason.

Our naked bodies melt into each other. Daphne moans into my mouth as my cock glides against her slick center.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, Layton. Please.” She whispers across my lips while snaking her hand around my throbbing erection.

When she takes me in her hand, I momentarily lose all senses. Daphne grips my cock like she owns it, and fuck, that’s a fact I’m coming to realize is true. She always has.

I groan through clenched teeth as she smiles up at me. Stroking me for mere seconds until she places my crown against her needy center. Her hips move frantically as I slowly push in.

A gasp leaves her mouth hanging open, and I dive in, fucking her mouth with my tongue as my cock fills her. Her hands move to my ass, and she pulls me deeper, encouraging me to move faster. As difficult as it is, I take it slow, sinking in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her and listening to her whimper softly into my mouth. Her tight pussy is so intoxicating I know this could end too quickly if I don’t savor it.

My girl hates it, clawing my ass and scratching down my back, wanting more. “More, Layton.”

“Fuck,” I grit out as she bites my lip, breaking our kiss so I can trail my mouth down her neck. Licking and sucking her sweet skin as she grinds hard against me, begging for relief. Finally, unable to hold back, I pump inside her harder and faster, so hard I rock the couch, and she moans too loud. My mouth seals to hers, capturing every sound of pleasure just between us.

I love this woman and feel so stupid for not finding her sooner and fighting for this love because, damn, it’s the greatest feeling of my life. Before now, I was muddling through life. Now, I feel genuinely alive.

I plunge inside her harder, feeling her walls tighten around my cock. She’s close, and so am I, but still, I drag it out. I wrap my fingers around her throat and watch her eyes widen. The look is priceless and beautiful. She beams up at me with so much trust and excitement it makes my cock harder. I pull her closer as I fuck her mercilessly onto the couch. She fights her screams the best she can, but is as lost in this as I am. Our sounds bounce off the rock walls of the underground cellar, declaring to the universe that our love is not gone. It just needed to be awakened. This is the way it’s supposed to be. Me fucking my girl into pure oblivion. My grip tightens around her throat, and her eyes roll back. Her life is in tune with mine as our bodies become one.

I slam into her harder and harder, her hips bucking into my thrusts, reassuring me we’re in this intense moment together. Moments later, she squeezes me tight, and I shoot off like dynamite. Fireworks blind my vision as I pump every drop of my love into her. Pouring all of me inside her for what seems like an eternity as she trembles in my arms.

As we both come down from the incredible high of our orgasms, I kiss her slowly. Her forehead, cheek, her salty neck where I lick her, loving the taste of the sweat we created together. It’s mixed with the faint remnants of wine. Call me a sick man, but I would eat anything this woman gave me and still beg for more.

Our breathing is labored, and we take our time just holding each other. Daphne trails her fingers through my hair. A feeling I didn’t realize made me feel so good, completely treasured in a way I didn’t realize I needed. Something she’s always given me. I just hadn’t felt it in so long.

“I was so lost without you. I don’t think I was really living until now.”

She giggles, but I mean every word, and she knows it.

“I’ve tried to keep busy all these years because I missed this so much it haunted me. I don’t think there was a single day I didn’t think about you.”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t think about you more. It’s not that I didn’t miss you, but after my grandpa died, I suppressed everything, became an asshole, and kept everyone at arm’s length. I think the thought of not having him to guide me made me snap into the man I promised him I would never be.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. From where I’m lying, you’re still that man, and you can always be more of the man you want to be every day. Elenore didn’t tell me he passed away back then, Layton. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you, then.”

“Please don’t apologize. We told each other everything. We had plans, and I was the one who bailed. I took the coward’s way out, and I’ll never stop thanking you for giving me this second chance, Daphne. I’ll spend every day reassuring you it’ll never happen again. Making sure you know how much I love you, prove to you that you’ve always been mine.”

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