Page 37 of Crossroads of Love

Her body shakes violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her juices flow freely now, coating my fingers as they continue to thrust in and out of her. She grips the back of my head once more, holding me tightly against her as she rides out her storm of pleasure.

I forgot how much I love her hands in my hair.

As she finishes, I slide my fingers out of her and into my mouth. I hear her whimper as I make a loud sucking noise.

I need to bury myself inside her.

Glass shatters outside of the pantry. That’s a different mess I can deal with later. I unbutton my pants and pull them off. I step out of them as my hands move down to cup her butt cheeks. I pick her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I guide my cock inside her.

The way her body fits against mine—it’s like we were made for each other. It’s like nothing has changed in eighteen years.

“Fuck yes, Gavin,” she groans as she throws her head back.

I start slowly, thrusting in and out of her as she clings to me tightly. She gets louder with each one of my movements, urging me on. Her nails claw at my back. I can feel her heat radiating against my shaft.

“You feel so good, Lena. So tight for me. Like a glove around my cock.”

My hips move in rhythm, each thrust pushing deeper into her warm and wet core. Her whimpers become moans, and her moans turn into cries of pleasure as I continue my pace.

“Gavin, oh my God,” she whimpers.

“You take this cock so good. Such a good girl, holding off on coming again, aren’t you?”

She nods and lets out a small scream as I continue to pump in and out of her. I reach up with one hand to find her breasts and knead them gently, tracing the outline of her nipples with my thumb before taking one in my mouth. She arches her back, pushing herself closer to me.

“Fuck me.”

“Good girl,” I coo in her ear.

There’s another loud boom of thunder that causes us both to jump. I increase my pace, each thrust deeper and harder thanthe last. She whimpers with each one. Her hands claw at my back, digging into my skin as she arches to meet each thrust.

Her cries grow louder, and her legs tighten around me.

She’s so damn sexy.

“Come for me,” I growl, feeling my release building. “Come now.”

She does as I ask, her body bucking wildly against me as her orgasm courses through her. As her walls grip my shaft, I feel the same pleasure ripping through me. I thrust one final time, deep inside her, feeling myself empty into her as the wave of pleasure takes over. Her cries mix with mine as we ride out our orgasms.She buries her face into my neck, and I hold her close, running my fingers through her sweat-drenched hair.

She’s the only thing that’s ever felt real in my life. I don’t want to let go of her because I’m terrified I’ll never get another moment like this with her.

“I…I think the storm has passed,” she mumbles awkwardly as she pushes herself away.

I slowly pull out of her, noticing the empty feeling immediately. I put her back on the floor. She straightens her clothes as I feel around for mine. She opens the pantry door and pokes her head out.

“The house is still standing,” she announces lightly as she walks into the kitchen.

As I pull on my pants and walk out of the pantry, she turns to me with a steely glare.

“And that can never happen again.”

My biggest fear is now reality.

I’ve never loved anyone like I do her, and I’ll be damned if she thinks I’m going to walk out of her life without a fight.

Chapter Eight

Lena

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