Love Her - Andrea Johnston Page 0,63
to catch her heaving chest as she swipes hair from her face. Pride is a funny thing in a moment like this, but there’s no doubt I’m proud of the way her body responds to me. Turning my focus to her chest, I tease her left nipple with my tongue and finger before turning my attention to the other. Her hands cradle my head and with a gentle pull, I know what she wants. I lift until we’re face to face and then I take her mouth not unlike I took her pussy. The moment she moans and runs her nails down my back, I know she’s tasting herself on my tongue.
Pulling away, I reach for the condom and lean back on my knees to sheath myself. Greedily, Lis’s fingers motion me forward. Resting my elbows on either side of her, I push back the hair from her face.
“Are you sure?”
Nodding she whispers, “Absolutely certain.”
With her words, I gently slide into her. She’s warm and tight and nothing has ever felt more perfect. I move slowly at first and watch as her eyes fall closed. Lis is expressive. Her breathing increases as I rotate my hips and increase the pace. She lifts her hips, matching me thrust for thrust. Needing to be deeper, to send her into another orgasm, I lift her leg over my arm and don’t hold back as I feel her tighten around me. Throwing my head back, I groan and thrust. Give and take. When she starts praying to the Lord above, I know she’s close and in seconds she’s coming, and I fall right behind her.
In more ways than one.
Chapter 24
Connor
After hours of exploring each other with our hands and mouths, Lis and I satisfied another craving with a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches before slipping between the covers. Curled into my side, she has one leg strewn across mine, her head resting on my shoulder as she traces circles over my chest. I know she’s exhausted, but still she refuses to sleep.
“Do your parents go out of town often?”
“Maybe every six weeks or so? My mom has her store, and while she could hire someone to manage it, it’s her baby and she can’t seem to let go.”
“Did you ever work there?”
At my question, her body stiffens in my arms. Tightening my hold, hoping to offer comfort, she relaxes.
“Would you believe my mom fired me?”
“She did?”
“Yep. In her defense, I was a terrible employee. Punctuality wasn’t exactly a priority for me, and I was more than a bit selfish as a teenager. Then, when we moved back here, I was a mess and honestly nobody would have shopped there anyway if I was working. Instead, I focused on learning to parent and adjust to a very different lifestyle than I’d been living.”
She’s mentioned a few times about her prior life. My mind has been more focused on the way her ex treated her, or didn’t treat her as it turns out, that I’ve never asked what was left behind.
“Lifestyle?”
Sighing, she lifts up to rest her chin on my chest. Eyes heavy, I can see how the late hour has depleted any energy she had right out of her body. Her lips are swollen and her hair a mess. She looks like a woman who has been thoroughly loved to orgasm multiple times.
“We were very wealthy. Well, my ex was at least. I was a naïve girl when we met, mesmerized by a well-spoken older man who showered me with presents and attention. I felt like a princess, and it was everything I dreamed of growing up. In my mind he was going to keep me from ever returning to this small town and the lifestyle it brings. The irony, right?”
Her laughter is strained. Forced and insincere.
“If I was a horrible person as a teenager, the woman I became on his arm was worse. Selfish and arrogant. Gosh, I was so selfish. After many years and a few major moments in our lives, I began to see things differently. By the time Jacob was born, I knew the fairy tale was all in my head. He never truly loved me.”
Yawning, she shifts to her side and I follow suit, spooning her from behind, holding her close. No further words are spoken, and it isn’t long before her breathing changes and she’s asleep. Her words occupy my thoughts as I try to envision this past version of herself. It’s so contrary to the woman wrapped in