Page 13 of The House on Memory Lane

“I’m going to make this good for you, sweetheart.”

Her whispered response just about brought him to his knees. “I know.”

He nuzzled the hollow below her ribcage, tracing ever so carefully around her sensitive belly button, his palm on one side, his face on the other. She shivered, and he circled her navel again.

“You remember.”

“Oh, yeah.” He knew that she was ticklish on her hips, and couldn’t resist wiggling his fingers a bit as he peeled back her underwear. He shot her a wolfish smile of appreciation at the sight of her blond curls before sliding his hands, tangled in her panties, down her legs. As she kicked the last of her clothing off her toes, he stroked up her legs, pausing for a moment to squeeze the tender flesh behind her knees. A whimper confirmed that still made her clit twitch, and his grin widened. Yeah, he remembered.

He pushed himself between her legs, rasping his rough cheek against her upper thigh.

“Don’t close your eyes, sweetheart. This is the good part.”

“It’s all pretty good.”

He chuckled, and lowered his face to nuzzle her pussy lips, stroking inside with his tongue, then flicking her clit. She was soaking wet already, and she convulsed around the first finger he slipped into her. He added a second, moving inside her, matching that pace as he sucked and flicked her nub. It didn’t take long for her breathing to speed up, and as she approached her first orgasm she started moaning with each exhale. Kyle urged her on, telling her how gorgeous she was, how much he liked her taste, until she cursed him to stop talking and get back to sucking. He hummed his agreement against her clit until she stumbled over that cliff, wrapping her legs around his head, all of her twitching in release. As she oozed back onto the bed, he shed his boxers and reached for the condom, but Laney shook her head.

“Let me taste you first.”

Oh, hell yes. He couldn’t take much of her hot little mouth without exploding, but he needed to feel her tongue on him for just a minute before he covered up.

“Can I let go of the pillow now?” Laney twisted her lips into an innocent smile, but the fire in her eyes told the truth. She wanted to be in charge for this part, but she was going to let him give her that instead of taking it.

He nodded and she slithered up and around him, wrapping him in her intoxicating scent. That damn shampoo again, but also her arousal, mingling in a heady combination. She kissed him, tasting herself, and he groaned into her mouth. She pulled him to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between his legs. She’d only done this a few times over their summer together, and always with nervous hesitation. New Laney was confident in her appraisal of his cock.

“Like what you see?”

“Mmm hmm.” She leaned forward and rubbed her face along his shaft, then ever so slowly drew him into her open mouth, swirling her tongue around his wide head. Her small hands caressed up his thighs to join her mouth, one curving around his base to match the motion of her tongue, the other reaching lower to squeeze his balls.

It was possibly the best thing he’d ever felt in his entire life, but he knew the main course would be even better, so he reluctantly tugged her to her feet. She stumbled against him, her hand still wrapped about his erection, and after he ripped the condom from its foil package, she helped sheath him.

“I think this is where I say stop and you explode,” Laney teased.

Kyle growled and yanked her into the cradle of his hips. “I would stop. I’d probably jerk off, but I’d stop touching you. Is that what you want me to do, sweetheart? Keep my hands to myself?”

“Don’t you dare.” She shoved him farther back on the bed and straddled him, notching his cock against her ready slit. As his eyes grabbed hers, she sank on to him, wrapping him in her incredible wet warmth. He cupped her ass, shifting her pelvis to accept him to the root, and her legs twisted tight around his body. Their fingers melded together, providing leverage as they rocked back and forth, slowly at first, then faster at Laney’s urging. Kyle didn’t want to hurry to the finish, fearing that she would shutter herself as soon as they unwound their bodies, but as his erection swelled inside her, he knew he’d be joining her as she started to come around him.

“You fill me up,” Laney whispered against his lips as he surged into her one last time, and then he did, and she giggled.

Chapter 7

Laney knew that Kyle needed to deal with the condom, but she didn’t want to climb off his lap just yet. As he reached between them, she lifted her hips to give him clearance, then settled back to rest on his hard thighs. This clinging was out of character, and she should feel unsettled, but she’d just had the best sex of her life, with an ex-boyfriend she’d spent the last decade pretending didn’t exist, in his adorable half-finished, renovating-by-himself one room school house. Unsettled wouldn’t even begin to describe how Laney should be feeling, and it didn’t matter, because how she actually felt was pretty damn good.

Kyle leaned back, his gaze wandering over her face. “Are you hungry?”

She nodded and slid to the side. She wrapped herself in the bedspread as Kyle headed for the kitchen. It had been a long time since she’d had middle of the day sex. Even longer since she’d wanted to linger afterward and share food and conversation.

“What do you want to drink?” Kyle called from around the corner.

“Water is fine!”

“Still or sparkling?”

The question shouldn’t send her into a laughing fit, but the last time Kyle had made a post-coital snack it had featured cold pizza and flat ginger ale. Times had changed indeed. She tipped onto her side. The scratching of nails on the hardwood floor warned her that Buddy was on his way to investigate the problem, and when he slid to a stop at the foot of the bed it sent her into another round of laughter. When Kyle returned, carrying a tray of fruit and croissants, she was still pressing a hand to her quivering abdomen.

“I take it that you didn’t expect me to have sparkling water?” Kyle cocked an eyebrow at her as he settled next to her.

“Ahhhh, God…I don’t know why that was so funny. It’s not. It’s just…” Laney gestured at the bed. “This was so familiar, you know? You are…” She wasn’t finding a better word for it, so she just re-used the same one. “You are so familiar. It’s surreal when I think about all that has happened since the last time we slept together, and yet that part felt so…”

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