Page 132 of Finding Our Reality

I chuckle. She’ll figure out the best way to get off the call. She won’t be able to stay on it, given the things I plan on doing to her. My Lulu likes to make noise. Lots and lots of noise.

I trace the scar from her hip replacement and snake my hand across her mound. When my finger rakes across her engorged clit, her body bucks, driving me wild. I slide my fingers through her slit, spread the wetness over her sensitive bud, and massage my woman into a damn frenzy. With my other hand, from behind, I plunge two fingers deep inside her tight pussy. With unforgiving abandon, I fuck her with my fingers, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Her back arches and her body sways back and forth against mine. She clutches the lip of the countertop so tightly, I worry she’ll break her own fingers.

I need her.

I need her so badly I’m shaking.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room. I work my belt buckle, quickly unzipping my pants and lowering them and my boxer briefs to my knees. Grabbing my cock, I fold her across the kitchen island and position my throbbing head at her entrance.

“Gentleman, I hate to interrupt, but I have an urgent meeting that I must attend. We’ll touch base again next week. Hopefully, I’ll have all of the responses compiled by then. Good day.” Sheends the call and flings the earbuds across the countertop. She barely has time to take a breath before I’m driving balls deep inside of her.

Her scream nearly shatters my eardrum.

I love it.

I pump into her, releasing all of my love. All of my fear. All of my worry. I need her. I need her to help me fight this world. I need her to help me live in this world.

Lulu reaches back, wrapping her hand behind my neck and pulling me down. Turning her head, she nips at my ear. “Did you think about me, Ry? All those years? With all of those other women? Did you think about me?”

I growl. “I couldn’t get off unless I closed my eyes and pictured you.” I playfully tug on her ponytail, snapping her head back. My words are breathless. “What about you, Lulu? Did you think about me? When you touched yourself? Did you think about me?”

Panting syllables fly through the air, timed perfectly with the motion of our bodies. “I thought about you every time my fingers were buried deep inside me. I always thought about you. It’s the only way I could come. Make me come, Ry. Make me come all over you.” Her whisper sends an electric shock through my body.

Sweeter words have never been spoken.

Needing to touch even more of her, I slide my hands underneath her tank top, reach inside her bra, and fondle her breasts. Her nipples grate against my hot skin, putting my already nervous body on edge. Together, we chase our release. She pushes back against me, wanting more of me. Wanting all of me. And I give it to her. I pray she finds her satisfaction soon because mine is about to erupt.

Mid-stroke, she screams. Her body stiffens with the surging euphoria of her orgasm. Her insides tighten, driving me out of my mind. Then, her body loosens and relaxes, giving me freereign to let myself go. My cock is covered in the thick heat of her moisture.

Sweat rolls down my face.

I lose my vision. I lose my voice. I lose my hearing.

I lose myself.

I give her everything. I give her my all.

How did I ever think I could live my life without her? There isnothingwithout her.

My Lulu is my heart.

Once our breathing returns to normal, I pull out of her and haphazardly pull up my pants, leaving my belt undone. I don’t even care that white jizz stains my gray boxer briefs. I won’t be in them long.

I spin My Lulu around and she immediately presses her lips to mine. I hug her tightly, pulling her against me and up to her tiptoes. I tap her thigh, telling her to hop up, and I haul her into my arms. Her legs hook around my waist. I can feel our juices leaking from her body, wetting my stomach.

It’s so damn hot.

I walk away, leaving her panties on the kitchen floor.

“Wait!” She squeezes my shoulder. “Turn off the oven.”

Growling, I spin around and hit the off button before heading upstairs.

“What are we doing?”

“I’m exhausted. I need sleep. And I need you beside me.”

Even though it’s nine in the morning, even though she’s in the throes of her workday, even though she probably has a million other things to do, she simply says okay and kisses that sweet spot of skin underneath my ear. In the bedroom, she pulls the blinds closed as I strip down naked. I don’t even bother with fresh boxers; I’m too tired. She shrugs out of her own clothes and climbs into bed with me. Our bodies tangle together.

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