Page 88 of The Life We Left Behind

The funeral was so close now. I just needed to get through tomorrow and then I could let myself figure out how I wanted to feel.

I felt a gust of cold air as the shower door opened, and Trace slipped in behind me. I smiled just from knowing that he was here. His mere presence held me steady. I had someone I could lean on, and he’d take the load without complaint and help me back onto whatever path I needed to be.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into his chest as we both stood beneath the stream of water and relaxed.

“You should have stayed in bed,” he said, kissing the side of my head. “You could get some more sleep. You don’t need to get up with me.”

“You wouldn’t even be awake right now if it wasn’t for me kicking you out before Cade wakes up. Besides, if I was asleep, I’d miss out on this.”

I turned in his arms and leaned up onto my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Trace hummed happily against my lips.

“This is my favorite way to start the day,” he murmured against my lips before he kissed me back.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen. Every moment I was with Trace, my body craved him, and we were both powerless to resist the pull. All the moments we’d missed over the years hadn’t slipped away. They’d piled up inside us, waiting for when we’d finally set them free. And I didn’t want it to end.

Trace pulled back from the kiss, panting, his thumbs stroking over my cheeks as he cradled my head in his hands. Neither of us needed to say anything. We both felt it. The air was thick with emotions, and this little bubble of time we’d created inside this tiny shower felt like it existed only for us.

Trace’s hands came to my shoulders, and he turned me around, his hands trailing down my arms until his fingersintertwined with mine, and he lifted our joined hands to press them into the cold tiles in front of me.

Stepping forward, Trace pushed my body against the tile, and I gasped, my body overloading from being pressed between the cold tiles and Trace’s hot body.

I separated my legs, pushing up onto my toes as I pressed my ass back into him in invitation. This was what I needed. This was how I was going to make it through today, with Trace reminding me that there was something else I could feel.

He wasted no time in pressing forward and pushing his hard cock inside my body. I could feel the slick heat of my pussy wrapping around him. There was nothing I could do to push this along. I was powerless, pinned to the tiles, and impaled on his cock. The only way I was going to get what I wanted was if Trace gave it to me, and knowing that settled the chaos inside of me.

“You take my cock like such a good girl,” he crooned, his lips moving along my neck as he kissed his way to my ear lobe. He released one of my hands before he whispered, “Touch yourself, Delaney. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

Trace pulled us back a step then so he could bend me over more. His free hand stroked over my ass cheek like he was worshipping my body, the other keeping one of my hands pinned to the tile.

My hand immediately went between my legs, and I strummed at my clit in a way that I knew would get me there as quickly as possible. My hips twitched as I tried to ride the cock inside me, but Trace tutted and gripped my hip hard to hold me in place.

It was maddening. And as I chased the high I knew I wanted, it felt like a piece of it was being held teasingly out of reach.

“That’s it, baby. I can feel your pussy gripping down onto me,” Trace groaned.

He circled his hips, not quite pulling out but grinding himself into my G-spot, and before I knew it, my knees were going weak as an orgasm thrust through my body, sending my vision white with a pleasure I could never get enough of.

“Yes!” I shouted as Trace started to slam inside of me, riding my climax and pushing me toward another one I didn’t think I could survive.

His hand quickly clapped down over my mouth, and then he started a pace I could never hope to match while my muscles were still liquid with desire.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he gritted out. “I’m not finished with you yet. I want to see you writhing around on those sheets, and I’m not leaving until I have the taste of you on my lips.”

I whimpered in response, loving how insatiable this man could be. Just the thought of his wicked mouth had me clenching my thighs tight, and Trace groaned at the sensation of my pussy gripping his cock hard in anticipation.

“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl? Now move those fingers back to that clit.”

I moaned as his order wrapped around me, and my fingers dropped back to my sensitive clit. I didn’t even complain that it was too much, too sensitive. Every night with Trace was more than the last, and rather than him turning me into an oversensitive mess on the bed, he’d turned me into an addict ready to beg him for more.

Trace suddenly let go of my hand, his wrapping around my throat as he pulled me tight to his chest, tipping my head back so he could keep me quiet with his lips. His tongue thrust into my mouth in time with the cock in my pussy, and he lifted one of my legs, pulling my legs wide as he did.

There was no chance I’d fall with the way he had me pinned to his body, and I greedily wrapped one arm back around hisneck so I could devour his mouth as he played my body exactly how I wanted.

The orgasm was too close to make this last any longer, no matter how much I wanted it to never end, and from the quiver that was starting in Trace’s muscles, I knew he was in exactly the same place.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine.

“Trace,” I whimpered quietly.

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