Piece by Piece (The Riggins Brothers #2) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,51
Her nails dig into my back as I give her more. “I want all of you, Owen,” she says breathlessly.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You would never hurt me.” The look in her eyes tells me she believes those words deep in her soul. She’s right. I would never do anything to hurt her.
“Give me your lips,” I say, dropping a little lower to kiss her. My tongue slides past her lips as I push all the way in. She raises her hips, taking everything I have to offer. I still once I’m fully sheathed inside her—partly because I want to memorize this moment, and partly because I’m close to falling over the edge. It’s been years, high school since that happened to me. Yet, here we are.
“Wh-What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” Layla asks, pulling her lips from mine.
“I need a minute, baby.”
“What did I do?” she asks, her voice small.
I can’t help but laugh. “You’re breathing, Layla. That’s all it takes for me to want you. I’m close, baby. I just need a minute to get it under control.”
“You can do that?”
“Sometimes, but if you keep lifting your hips like that, I’m not going to be able to.”
“You mean like this?” she asks, lifting her hips, and I slide a little deeper, something I didn’t think was possible.
“Fuck me,” I murmur.
“I thought that’s what we were trying to do?” she sasses.
“We might be fucking, Layla, but there will always be love in our bed. Tell me that you know that.”
“Yeah,” she agrees softly. “I love you too, but can we get back to the… you know…” she asks, her voice trailing off.
“Say it, Lay. What do you want to do?”
“Move. I want you to move.”
“Like this?” I roll my hips and pull out, pushing back inside her.
“Oh.” Her eyes roll back in her head. “That works,” she pants.
I freeze, and her eyes pop open. “I need you to say it, Lay. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
She licks her lips, and I see not only need but determination in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Owen.”
“This is going to be fast.” I pull out and push back in, finding a steady rhythm. “You good?”
“So good,” she pants.
Moving my weight to my forearm that’s resting beside her head, I slide my hand between us and begin to circle her clit with my thumb. “I need you to come for me, baby.” My voice is a caress in her ear.
“Th-There, don’t stop. There,” she says again. Her eyes fall closed, and her head tilts back further into the pillow. I feel her walls begin to squeeze my cock like a vise.
“I love you, Layla. Come for me,” I whisper as she detonates around me. I follow her over the edge of ecstasy in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life. Everything is better with her, kissing, work, Sunday dinners, sex, all of it.
Life is better with Layla.
Mindful of my weight, I move to lie next to her, holding her in my arms. We’re both struggling to pull air into our lungs as we bask in the glow of our lovemaking. Our bodies are drenched with sweat, but I couldn’t care less. I need to hold her.
“Owen?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“When can we do that again?” she asks.
My laughter fills the room. I’ve never been able to laugh and love during sex. It was always a means to an end. That changed today. “You’re going to be sore,” I tell her.
“I’m okay.” She turns in my arms to look at me. “Promise.”
“You have a girls’ night to get ready for, remember?”
“That’s tonight.”
“We need to shower, and then I’m taking you to the store to get whatever you want for tonight, and I’m going to help you do whatever it is that we need to do to get ready. Then I’m going to disappear for a few hours. I’ll probably go see one of my brothers or maybe see if they want to meet up for a beer.”
“You don’t have to leave.”
“I know that, but it’s girls’ night. This is your home, Layla. I want you to be able to do whatever it is you women do on girls’ night without worrying about me lingering.”
“I don’t really know. I’ve never had one.”
“Come on, we’re going to shower, and then you’re going to call Sawyer, and then we’re going to the store. In that order.” I kiss her nose and climb out of bed, holding my hand out