Page 33 of The Life We Left Behind

Trace’s arm wrapped around me as he crushed me to his chest, and his lips devoured mine in a kiss. His tongue licked out across my lips, and my mouth opened as he deepened the kiss.

My bra loosened as he undid the clasp, and when I leaned away, he pulled the straps down my arms. His mouth immediately dropped to my nipples as Trace laid me back on the bed.

“Far too beautiful,” he murmured as his teeth grazed across my nipple, making my hips rock up and seek the friction of the man between my legs.

“Trace,” I panted. “Do this next time. I need you inside me right now.”

I was desperate for more. For everything. I needed to feel him moving inside me. There was a physical ache between my legs that wouldn’t be satisfied until then.

“I love the sound of lust in your voice,” Trace told me, his lips coming back to mine as he kissed me again.

I hooked my leg over Trace’s hip, pulling him even closer, and the kiss stalled as his erection ground against my core.

I couldn’t wait anymore, and as Trace moved, I quickly undid the button on his slacks and started to shimmy them down his legs as far as I could reach.

We both laughed at how ridiculous this was, and it reminded me of how every other time had been for us. When we were younger, we didn’t have the weight of the world onour shoulders. We were free of responsibilities, and from that freedom came a joy and lightness in everything we did together.

Trace quickly freed himself from his pants and then tugged my underwear free. A giggle slipped out of me, but it quickly stalled when I caught sight of him staring up my body from where he’d settled between my thighs.

“You are the most mesmerizing woman I’ve ever met,” Trace said before he gently kissed my pussy. “A man could lose his mind between your thighs, Delaney.”

And then he ran his tongue up my seam, zeroing in on my clit with a sweep of his tongue.

My back arched, my head rolled back from that one simple touch, and Trace wasted no time in zeroing in on extending my pleasure.

I became a mess of sighs and pants as Trace built me higher and higher. His lips latched onto my clit, and he sucked gently before pushing two fingers inside me. It was all too much and yet not enough all at once. I needed more, I wanted everything, but I was powerless but to enjoy the ride that he was taking me on.

“Trace,” I panted as I started to feel that sensation in my body climbing higher and higher. Begging for the inevitable release that I knew was about to absolutely devastate me.

“That’s my girl,” Trace crooned. “Let me see you fall apart. Just let go, beautiful girl.”

His words echoed around my mind as my muscles pulled tight. I felt myself balancing on a precipice, and then I was falling as waves of pleasure flooded through my body. By the time I came back to my senses, Trace had my hips pinned to the mattress and a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Beautiful.”

I didn’t have words. I was pretty sure most of my body had stopped functioning, and my brain had gone off-line. I’d neverhad an orgasm like that before. Not one that made my entire body feel like it was soaring.

My hand came to his cheek as Trace licked his lips, and he turned his head to kiss my palm before climbing off the bed and retrieving a condom from the wallet in his slacks.

“Came prepared, did you?”

“Dex gave it to me the day my divorce was finalized.” He shrugged and I couldn’t help but laugh because I could imagine exactly how that night went.

Trace locked eyes with me and slowly rolled the condom down his length. My laughter dried up, and I unconsciously licked my lips in anticipation.

Trace crawled up the bed until he was hovering over me, staring down into my eyes. I saw a glimpse of something in his eyes, an emotion I didn’t know if I was ready to confront, given our situation.

“Are you sure about this, Delaney?” he asked.

Another sentiment passed between us unspoken.Everything would change once we did this.

I wasn’t ready to think about it. I was too busy lying to myself that this was just a beautiful way for the two of us to have the goodbye we’d never had before.

I didn’t say anything. There was nothing left to say between us. Instead, I hooked one leg around Trace’s hip and drew him to me. My arms wrapped around him, and I kissed him with all the emotion I couldn’t contain inside.

Trace’s cock brushed against my entrance, and then he pushed inside me. My hips rose to meet him, and when he’d sunk as deep as he could go, his forehead dropped to mine as he broke from our kiss.

“You always felt like you were made for me,” he whispered.

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