Page 87 of Lush

“No one else has ever owned me the way you do.” She held my gaze. “No one else ever will.” Laurene’s lips were on mine—quick, desperate. The kiss was hard, demanding, but it wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just pain. It was need.

It was all about finding her again, getting to the real her, the part she’d hidden away. I could almost sense her just below.

Next thing I knew, she was in my arms, and we were heading to my bedroom.

Her movements were so warm and alive, it felt like my head was spinning. I gently laid her on the bed, but she immediately began to undress me. Every little touch and move made me realize how much I missed her.

I watched her, the way she touched me—like she needed to convince herself I was real, that this was real, that after everything, we’d finally found our way back. I could feel the old wounds bleeding through.

All that time apart, the silence, the anger…it just melted away when she touched me.

She had me. She’d always had me.

I loved her. Maybe I never stopped.

It had always been so easy to fall into her, to let her pull me under.

And as her fingers traced over me, like she was memorizing every inch, I stopped fighting it. Despite everything, I was still hers. I’d always be hers. I knelt down before she could unzip my pants, and that made her lean back. Her breath hitched when I caressed her smooth curves.

“Reese,” she murmured. My trembling hands unbuttoned her jeans, igniting a fire within me.

Just one taste.

Her pants were tossed on the floor. I gently bit into her belly. She tasted amazing, and her moans kept me going.

It was a point of no return. No more secrets, no more walls. Just this intense longing to be one. Going lower, she ground against the bed. I wanted now to taste her pussy. Just taste it. Enjoy her.

Afterso,solong.

I ran my fingers along her hip and felt her body tense up, like she was resisting at first, but then she relaxed. She nudged me with her knees. I grunted and my hand went to her inner thigh, pressing down to make sure she stayed put.

“Don’t fight me,” I breathed.

Her moan hit me hard. Though small, it felt immense. “Quit playing games with me.”

Her hips swayed, and her clothed cunt brushed my face, the delicate contact sending a fire through me. I breathed her in, the scent intoxicating, consuming. I only got a tiny taste of her —just a quick taste—and it made me lose it. I was desperate as I pulled down her panties and dove in with my tongue.

She was so sweet, it just made me want more of her.

“Oh my God.” She shivered; her voice was rough and unfiltered.

I really took my time rediscovering her body. I used my tongue on her clit and my thumb on her slit, and she moaned before falling back on the bed with her legs spread. It didn’t take long before my chin glistened with her essence.I tried my best to ignore the growing ache in my pants.

“Still so damn sweet, baby.”

Her breath hitched, stomach rising and falling in sharp, uneven waves as I ate, licked, sucked. Consumed.

“Reese, damn,” she whimpered, and I slipped a thick finger inside, slow, deep, searching—until I found it. The spot that made her break.

“Can I still get you to come?” My voice was low, hoarse; I was desperate to know. To own that answer.

Her moan shattered in her throat as I moved my fingers in slow, deep strokes, working her open, making her feel every inch. Could I still do this to her? I had to see it, hear it—watch her unravel because of me.

Her desperate cries set a rhythm as I teased her with my finger and tongue. I looked into her eyes while licking her slowly and deeply.

I wasn’t done.

“Whose pussy is this?”

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