Page 76 of Karma
When he stayed at her old place, they were pretty active. Every time they had sex, though, he felt guilty. Like someone punched him in the stomach afterwards, but he needed the connection with someone. The comfort he craved, but couldn’t find after Lane got sick.
He hasn’t had sex since he moved back home, and he aches for her. At night, he dreams about her touch. Her body on his as they find their mutual releases. He finally feels ready to step forward again.
“Oh, you want to do more than just sleep,” she whispers when he thrusts his jeans-clad erection against her in the bedroom.
They strip naked, each article of clothing coming off slowly and sensually, and she guides him to lie on the bed. She stands on the floor while his legs dangle over the edge, and she bends down to take him into her mouth.
It feels good. So good. She lowers herself to her knees, and he tries to focus on her mouth wrapped around his cock. But he makes the mistake of turning and looking at the pillow. Lane’s pillow.
The mattress has been replaced, but it’s still Lane’s side of the bed he rests on. The last spot she was before she passed away. He’s lying on the bedspread she picked out, and he’s letting a woman suck him in the bedroom he shared with his wife.
“Zane, what’s wrong?” Anne asks.
He looks down to find his dick limp in her hand, and he brings his hands up to his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Talk to me. I thought this was what you wanted.”
“I did. I do. It’s just…” He sighs and drops his hand to point at Lane’s pillow. “This was her spot. We’re on her bedding. It just feels… It doesn’t feel right.”
Resting her hands on his thighs, she gives him a sad smile. “And you feel like you’re betraying her?”
“I know I’m not. She told me she wants me to move on. Wrote it down, even, but it doesn’t change the memories. It doesn’t feel right to do this in the bedroom we shared. I’m sorry, Anne.”
“I understand.”
“I’m glad one of us does,” Zane says. The disappointment overwhelms him, and he feels like a lesser man. He’s never had an issue performing before. “I need to figure out how to get past this.”
She caresses his thigh, and it’s more of a comforting touch than sensual. He appreciates it as she smiles at him. “It’ll takesome time. She was the most important part of your life for so long.”
“I want to make love to you. I want us to fall asleep together in bed and wake up together in the morning. I just don’t know how to do this.”
Taking his hand, Anne pulls him up and leads him out to the couch in the living room. She wraps a blanket around them as they lay down to cuddle. “It’s not just your bed or your bedroom. You shared both with the love of your life. I’d be concerned if you didn’t have any issues with it.”
“You’re too damn understanding,” he says. “God, I really wanted this.”
“We can watch a movie or something. This is oddly comfortable. Laying here, together, without clothes on. I might need to hang out naked in my apartment more often.”
He tilts his head down to kiss her. It’s meant to be quick and grateful, but the moment their lips part, he needs more. And she doesn’t hesitate to give him what he needs. His tongue caressing hers brings his dick back to life.
“Apparently, the living room isn’t off-limits,” he mutters into her ear as he slips his hand between them and toys between her thighs.
“I feel like a teenager fooling around because my parents are gone,” she says with a giggle before it turns into a moan when he finds her pleasure point. “It’s been difficult not making love to you, Zane.”
“You like what I do?”
Her moan is the only response, and he slips further down to slide two fingers inside her. She’s hot, wet, and more than ready. And when her hand strokes his cock, he has to admit that he feels like a teenager again, too.
“I don’t think I’ll last too long,” he admits, his thumb rubbing her clit as he finger fucks her. “I need you to come for me, just in case.”
She has no qualms with him working her body over, and he dips his head down to take her nipple into his mouth. Their first night together, he was pleasantly surprised to learn she likes things on the rougher side. “Zane,” she pants and cups the back of his head while she rolls her hips on his hand. “I’m close.”
He doesn’t relent, and she falls apart on his hand, her hips bucking wildly as she cries out. The spasms force him to release her nipple, and he smirks at her happy smile as her eyelids flutter.
“Wow, I haven’t had a manual orgasm from a man in a while,” she says between gasps of breath. “So much better than when I do it myself.”
“You do it often?”
Pushing him onto his back, she swings her leg over his hip and eases down onto him. “I told you that it’s been difficult not having you.”
