Page 166 of Girls Will Be Girls
Then with a slap on my ass, he lies down where I was exploding just moments ago.
“Come on, cowgirl.” He smirks. “Let’s see how well you ride after that.”
With my cheeks either still pink from my orgasm or his words, I crawl over to him and pull his boxers off. His cocky grin turns to an almost painful stare as he springs to attention with his eyes completely focused on my body as I slowly straddle him. He exhales choppy breaths as I lower another neon pink condom onto him, not wasting any time until I’m sliding him in where I’m utterly and completely soaked.
He lets out a low groan as his hands come up to my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there. I move slowly at first, my hands anchored on his chest as I adjust back to reality and to his size in this position. As I begin picking up my speed, starting to bounce on top of him, I bring my hands up to my hair. I hold it up off my neck and sit up at full height.
Lou’s hands roam and dig in deeper, his breathing labored, his eyes darkening into full pupils as they stay lasered in on my body.
“You’re gonna make me come, your body on display for me like that.” He clenches his jaw.
“Good,” I smirk.
His eyes shoot to mine, a glint of amusement in them.
“Fuck.”He growls.
He lifts to sit, one of his hands on my hip, keeping my pace. He leans into me and grabs Lucky from behind me, pushing the vibration between us.
Both of our breathing jolts at the contact. I roll my hips, letting him in deeper, letting all of me rub against all of him.
He moans. “You gonna come all over me, baby girl?”
“Come with me.” I breathe out, desperate again.
“I’m right there, sweetheart.”
He bucks his hips into me, circling Lucky, and as the pleasure shoots up my spine, making me clench, I feel and hear him let go with me.
“Fuck.Fuck.” He groans into my chest.
We collapse with my legs still straddling him, clinging to him like I’ll never be able to let go. I lie on his heaving chest as we both catch our breath, and when he strokes his fingers along my back, I think,he’s mine.
When he whispers how lucky he is, I think,he’s mine.
When we spend the whole morning tangled in bed, I think,mine.
When I come back from lunch with my mom, and he listens to me cry about the hard stuff and I tell him every detail of the good stuff, I think,he’s mine.
When he leaves for DC the next day, but leaves his T-shirt draped over me,mine.
When he texts me, “I adore you”, I know,I’m his.
Going to the office on a Monday morning after the most gorgeous man lifts you onto his shoulders in the shower and makes you see heaven, makes everything else in life seem unimportant.
He’s been gone for a few hours, but I am already desperate to have him back.
People talk about falling in love feeling like this all-enveloping thing.
Seeing them in everything.
Hearing them in every song.
Wanting them by you always.
Everyone always says you’ll just know when it happens.
When you find that one person,you just know.
