Page 88 of Lush

I watched her fall apart—her lips parting, eyes fluttering shut—and God, it wrecked me. I loved her. I had always loved her. No matter the distance, the silence, the wreckage between us, she was it. My gravity. My ruin. My salvation.

Some things in life don’t need an explanation. Some things are just written.

Us? We were inevitable. We were war and passion, fire and fate. From the moment I met her, I knew—whether we burned together or burned each other, there was no ending where she wasn’t my purpose.

“Yours,” she whispered, breathless, her voice a sharp, aching truth.

I wanted to make her feel this. I wanted her to understand, with every touch, every kiss, that despite everything, there was still something here—something worth fighting for, worth holding on to, even if it was broken.

I knew her body like a prayer—the rhythm that unraveled her, the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled before she lost herself to me. I let my eyes close, drinking in the sound of her, the scent of her, the way she opened up for me, eager, desperate, perfect. I wanted more. All of her. I wanted to lift her onto me, arms locked under her legs, and let her ride me until she forgot her own name.

I wanted to feel her—hot, wet, mine—wrapped around me, clenching, pulling me deeper, until there was no space left between us. Until we were tangled together, inseparable.

Her voice broke into a cry, a melody of need echoing off the walls.

“Louder,” I growled against her. Her grip tightened in my hair, but I didn’t let up. Didn’t let her hide from me.

“I want to hear you,” I murmured, my voice thick with hunger, with intent, with possession. My lips brushed against her trembling skin, and I smirked before giving her another long, slow lick.

“I want you to scream for me, baby. Let me hear how much you’ve missed this.”

There was a dull rumble in my chest when I pressed on her clit. My eyes were glued to her. This wasn’t the composed Laurene the world saw. This was my Laurene. Solely mine.

“Reese!”

The moment she reached her climax, a potent bawl ripped out of her throat. She was shaking, panting.Then air released from her lungs before she fell back. Overly sensitive, she tried pushing away, but my grip kept her put.

Her mouth formed into a circular shape, while she tried to make an attempt at catching her breath, and whatever spilled from her pussy, I simply licked up again, savoring the taste.

She opened her eyes, and the moment her gaze met mine, the air between us tightened. Still. Heavy. Charged.

Then, she reached for me. Her fingers—soft, trembling, desperate—traced my jaw, pulling me closer, her touch an unspoken demand. A plea. A promise.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice raw, breathless, aching.

“I need to feel you.”

My fingers curled around her neck—careful, gentle—but there was a pressure there before pulling her bottom lip down with my thumb. I leaned into her, capturing her lips in a kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

She began pulling off my shirt, the cool air tickling my skin for a second before she snuggled up to me, her warmth pushingit away. I got my pants down to my knees and then scrambled for a condom.

“Hurry up,” she whispered in my ear, grinding against me.

“Are you sure?”

“Now, Reese!” Her nails dragged over the muscles of my upper back, edging me on.

I grabbed my shaft, running it along her wet folds. With a final brush over her clit, my dick slid into her pussy, causing her walls to clench around me.

“Damn.” I counted back from ten. Her grip was just as tight and strong as I remembered. I knew she could handle it all. I only had three inches left to go. “Relax, baby.”

A tremor ran through Laurene’s thighs, and I carefully leaned forward, feeling the warmth of her body beneath mine, careful not to overwhelm her.

“Here you go.” I kissed her neck, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. Beneath me, she breathed in deep, then out slow, trying to control the sharp, staggered inhales as I pushed deeper, stretching her inch by inch. Welcoming me. Taking me in. She hugged me tight, her breath warm in my ear.

“Don’t let me go.” She let out a soft, helpless sound, her body melting into mine, her arms winding around my neck. Pulling me closer. The heat of her skin, the way her breath shivered against my ear—it was too much, and not enough all at once.

“I won’t,” I promised, my voice steady, even as everything inside me churned. My strokes were slow yet forceful as I paced myself. With her legs draped across my shoulders, we watched, mesmerized by the connection, a silent understanding passing between us.

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