by Megan Smith
Layla is weighing her options on her next move. She knows she can’t go back now but she knows that I’ll take the lead if she wants. I guess the braveness wins out as she slowly lowers her face down and the tip of her tongue comes out tasting me.
Jesus…I’m not going to last long. I lasted longer when I lost my virginity but this is sweet torture. I hiss at the contact of her warm tongue. Layla does it again watching me this time then gradually opens her mouth wide taking me inside. My hands fist the blankets trying like hell to let her run this show. With her warmth enveloping me, her tongue makes circles around the tip at first then takes a little bit more of me. My dick hardens even more. Her tongue continues the blissful assault once more and then she’s taking me all the way into her mouth until I’m reaching the back of her throat.
I can’t help it, my hips jerk up causing her to gag but she doesn’t stop. She pulls back just a little then does it again. I let her do it a few more times before sitting up on my elbow and pulling her so that I can kiss those fucking lips.
She jerks me off as our tongues collide together. I groan when she picks up the pace. Layla breaks the kiss smirking like she knows she’s about to push me over the edge. She leans back down taking me into her mouth again letting me help by pumping my hips into her mouth. At this pace, I have to change course otherwise this will be zero to sixty in two point three seconds flat.
Moments later, not being able to handle another second, I pull her down on the bed beside me. I make quick work of removing her shorts and tossing them on the floor before settling between her legs. I place one of her legs over my shoulder and push the other to the side. I can smell her desire and it’s making my head hazy. With my finger I gently run it down her seam circling her entrance careful not to push into her. I open her up, and flick my tongue against her clit. It’s a taste that hits me straight in the balls and makes me lose my fucking mind. I lick her clean as she pulls hard on my hair calling my name over and over again.
I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside her. “Condom?”
She shakes her head. “On the pill.”
Fuck! I never do this without a condom but I don’t want to stop what we have here either. “I have some upstairs. I’ll be right back.”
She pulls me down, kissing me, tasting herself on me. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with Brian in months and I’ve been tested since then.” She pumps me once, twice, my legs are shaking.
I take a deep breath, “Are you sure? I’m clean too but they’re just upstairs.”
“I’m okay with it as long as you are.”
I throw caution to the fucking wind. “Fuck it.”
I roll onto my back pulling her on top of me. She laughs reaching down for my cock as she lowers herself down. Her laughter fades away as I slide into her. “Ahh…”
It’s hot, it’s tight and it’s almost too much. I close my eyes, finding my senses. It’s her show; let her do this her way.
Layla’s moans fill the room as she rides me, up and down, slow and hard. Her legs start to shake and sweat beads on her forehead. Slowly she slides her hand down and circles her clit.
Her show has ended and mine begins now.
I grip her hips, pushing her up, and pulling her down faster and harder than before while she cries out as her orgasm floods her. Layla’s head falls forward, eyes squeezed shut tight and her breath catches. As she comes back down I lay her on her side in front of me spreading her legs as I enter her from behind. Reaching around her I grab one of her nipples, pinching and pulling as I slowly slide in and out of her.
Layla’s hair is sweaty around her face, her cheeks are flushed and she has this hazy look over her eyes. She reaches for my hand and links our fingers together then puts her other arm around my neck pushing her body down every time I push up into her. Minutes later her body flushes just before she yells out my name, “Eli,” as another orgasm washes over her.
Slowing down the pace I keep moving, in and out. Layla rubs her clit again sparking the fire once more. I flip her onto her stomach pulling her hips up so her ass is in the air and slip right back inside with ease. I slam into her hard making her cry out, “Oh!”
I keep the rhythm of slamming in hard and pulling almost all the way out slowly. Layla leans up on her arms and arches her head back. I run one of my hands up her back and grab a fist full of her hair. I can barely breathe at the sight before me.
“Oh fuck,” Layla pants. “Oh God.”
Her arms give out and she lays her head back on the bed as I continue to devour her body. I’m getting close, so close, but I don’t want this to end so I’m holding out.
“Oh, yes…” she moans, “Yes, just like that.”
Layla’s arm reaches between her legs but not stopping until she finds my balls and lightly cups them in her palm. “Fuck,” I hiss.
I’m so damn close. I start to lose myself as she tugs. “Damn!”
Layla lets go sensing my release is close. She leans up on her arms again, tilts her head back, her back a perfect arch, her hair hitting just above her ass. I let my hand slide up her back, over her shoulder to her neck, where I reach around to softly squeeze careful not to crush her airway. I kiss her forehead while my movements start to get jerky and seconds later I’m pulling out and coming all over her ass.
“Holy shit,” Layla says breathlessly. “That was fucking amazing.”
I chuckle, falling down beside her trying to catch my breath too. “Yeah?”
She turns her head in my direction. “Yeah, let’s do it again.”
I laugh now. “I need at least fifteen minutes.”
“Ten.”
Laughing still I climb off the bed, walk into the bathroom across the hall from her room, to get her a towel. When I return she has this sleepy look in her eyes. I toss her a towel to clean up and do the same to myself.
I reach for my discarded boxers.
“What are you doing?”
Smiling, “Getting dressed.”
Layla pouts. “You said fifteen minutes and I agreed to ten.”
I sit on the bed next to her. “You’ll be sleeping in ten.” I wink at her.
She pats the empty spot next to her. “Stay for me?”
I can’t say no to her, especially not after that. I slide into bed beside her and she crawls herself around my body.
“Thank you for getting my mind off my mom and sister.” She says entwining our fingers together.
Layla’s phone beeps before I even get to say you’re welcome. She leans over me to her phone that was tossed on the floor.
“They’re on their way home.”
As fucked up as it may have been for her mom to show up today I’m glad that Layla and I got to spend a little alone time together. We’ve finally taken another step, a long awaited one, in our relationship.
She snuggles down into my arms. “Are you okay?” I don’t know what I am really asking about because there are so many things that happened today. Her mom showing up, Fallon hanging out with her alone, all the shit her mom dropped on her today, or even the amazing sex we just had.
“Yeah.” She lifts her head up. “I…uh…”
I’ve stopped breathing. I think I know what’s about to come out of her mouth. Those three words that make my heart hammer against my chest. I’ve been teetering on saying the same ones now for a few weeks but it never seemed like the right time. I’ve never said them to another person besides the girls in my family so when I say them to Layla they have to be perfect. Huh, maybe that’s the thing; maybe it has to be the perfectly imperfect time.
I cup the side of her face and put that smile on that melts her. I swallow the huge ass lump in my throat. “I love you.”
She reaches up and wipes her forehead. “Whew, I was starting to sweat just now.”
I laugh; leave it up to her to make fun of me when I was having a moment. “Smartass.”
Layla leans up, kisses me and then gazes into my eyes like she’s trying to see my soul. I shudder
because the look is so intense. I’m afraid she’ll run out the door any minute when she sees the real me, the one who used to screw around with anything that had two legs just to get the comfort of a woman.
All that can be heard in the room is our breathing. “I love you, Eli Sabatino. I love you for so many reasons.”
I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m going to marry this girl one day. I’d lay down my life for her without a blink of an eye. From that first look we shared in my office when she interviewed, to the look on her face when she asked me to sleep in the same bed with her that first night to just right now only makes my love for her stronger. It’s the unbreakable, all consuming, kind of love that knocked me straight on my ass.
Layla
It’s Christmas morning and I’m not sure who in this house is more excited, me, Fallon or Eli. This is our first real Christmas, one with all the decorations around the house and a Christmas tree that is placed in front of the big bay window for everyone to see.
Fallon and I both know what Eli is getting us, or should I say making us. We just don’t know what it is. He sat us down at Thanksgiving and made us make a promise to him. “Whatever noise you hear coming from behind that tarp in the back yard you are not to look. Got it?” I looked at him like he had ten heads and I’m still looking at him that way. The noises finally stopped really late last night. I’ve been dying to see what’s behind it but I don’t try and peek. No one has ever tried to surprise me with anything so I’m being a good girl and not looking.
I got up about an hour ago to start breakfast while Eli slept in because he was up so late. Fallon is still sleeping too, not realizing that all little kids normally get up at the ass crack of dawn to open presents. We hardly ever had presents. “Stop it Lay, today is a good day. Don’t fret on the past.” I chide myself.
Mom is doing fantastic. She’s been sober since coming back and she’s more involved with Fallon’s life than ever before. My mom wants Fallon to move back in with her but Fallon doesn’t want to. I can’t say I blame her, not one bit. I thought for sure mom would have flipped her shit but she hasn’t, she understands, too. We’re still taking thing days by day. Fallon has slept over Mrs. Stein’s house, which is where my mom is living, more times than I can count and she loves it but I know a piece of her is holding back because of all the shit mom has put us through.
I’ll never forget the day Fallon told my mom she didn’t want to move back in with her. Before she left that night, mom pulled me aside and told me that she was so damn proud of me for stepping up. She still continues to do it almost daily. The first couple of times my only response was that I shouldn’t have had to but I’m slowly, like snail speed, learning to forgive her. I don’t think I could ever forgive her one hundred percent. That same night Fallon told my mom she’d rather live with me was also the first time Eli joined us for pancakes and ice cream. He came downstairs after a shower, asked us what was wrong, I gave him the short version and handed him the pancakes and ice cream. He understood that this is what Fallon and I did when we were upset, it was our thing. Unfortunately, we’d seen a lot of pancakes and ice cream nights in our lifetime thanks to my mom.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” my mom greets when she walks in the kitchen with presents. She’s so comfortable here that she doesn’t even ring the doorbell anymore.
“Merry Christmas! What’s all that?” I point the spatula in the direction of the gifts.
“Just a little something for you guys.” She says waving me off.
“We said no exchanging.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I have a lot to make up for.”
Eli stumbles into the kitchen looking sexy as ever with that just rolled out of bed look. “Merry Christmas.”
Mom and I both say the same to him. Eli walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around me from behind. He kisses my neck and in a husky voice says, “I love you.”
My stomach gets those little butterflies. “I love you, too.”
Eli takes over making the last of the French toast while I go and set the table. Finally, Fallon decides to join us just as I set her plate down. “Merry Christmas, Squirt.”
She walks around, gives us all a kiss on the cheek and then wraps herself in mom’s arms. “Can we open our presents now?” Fallon asks then yawns.
“Tired still?” Mom says lifting her up on her lap.
My sister rubs her eyes. “Yeah, I tried to stay up and wait for Santa.”
Eli and I exchange a knowing glance. We know she stayed up late because we kept checking on her to see if she was sleeping so we could put the presents out. Fallon finally passed out around midnight.
When we all finish eating, we pile into the living room, and watch Fallon tear through her presents.
“Ready for the last two?” Eli asks.
“Yes!” Fallon shouts.
“Okay, let’s go.” Eli stands, holds his hand out for me and Fallon. We all follow behind him outside. It’s freezing but thankfully we have on our warm pajamas.
“So this first gift is for your mom really.” Eli says stopping on the back deck.
“Me?” Mom’s eyes go wide in shock.
Eli gives a little nod. “That pool house,” he nods towards the new addition he just added this fall. “isn’t really a pool house. It’s a mother-in-law suite. I want you to be close to your daughters. It has everything you need; all you have to do is move yourself and your clothes in.”
Mom’s eyes water with tears. “Eli…”
I slide my arms around his waist and Fallon still has a hold of Eli’s hand.
“There are rules though.” Mom turns her head towards him. “There will be no drinking, no smoking or doing drugs allowed.” She nods. “I’m doing this for them, not for you. Fallon needs her mom and she doesn’t need to feel guilty for not wanting to live with you. Layla doesn’t need you but I know deep down inside she wants to rebuild your relationship. That is what this Christmas present represents.”
Mom takes a few steps over to us and opens her arms. She’s afraid it might not be welcome and she should be scared but that’s not what this is about. Eli did this for us, all of us. I open up my arm and so does Fallon. Mom comes over and together we all hug. Maybe, just maybe, Fallon will get the family she should have had all along.
“Now this next gift is a gift for the both of you. You each have a half of it.” Eli says to me and Fallon.
“What is it?” I ask eagerly.
He shoots me that killer smile and holds up his finger. He jogs across the lawn and pulls on a rope. A tarp falls away revealing a treehouse. A. Treehouse.
I cover my mouth with my hand. I can’t believe he did this. He actually remembered me telling him the story about wanting one. Fallon tugs on my hand pulling me over to the tree. It’s huge and running right down the middle of it is the tree itself. I don’t know how he did it but he did. The wood is stained making it a dark color, it has a wraparound porch with a railing and all, and there is a set of stairs on one end and a slide on the other.
Fallon and I climb the stairs with Eli behind us. “Fallon, yours is that one.” He says pointing to the pink door. “Layla, this is yours.” He tilts his head towards the purple one, my favorite color.
Fallon pushes her door open and squeals, “Look at all this!”
Eli chuckles as I open mine. “Oh my God.” He’s made me a little reading nook. Straight ahead of me is filled with nothing but my pillows and a string of lights hanging from the book shelves that line half the room. The tree that was in the middle of the house is covered with clear Plexiglas giving it the true meaning of a tree house.
I turn around to face him. “I can’t believe you did this, Eli.”
He pulls me into his arms and I hug him as tight as I can. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” I cry. “How did I ever get so lucky with you?”
“I love you.” He says while rubbing his hand up and down my back. “I know you’ve always wanted one. Now that
you’re here, and we have the room, why not have one now?”
“Knock, knock.” My mom says pushing open the door.
She’s holding a poinsettia in her hand. “I couldn’t exactly buy you a flower pot for the porch in the middle of winter so I figured this would do for now.”
I can’t hold back the tears anymore. Eli even went to the extent of bringing my mom into this. She never knew about the tree house, I’ve only ever told one person, and he has a big enough heart to involve her even though he can’t stand her. It just shows that he’s a better person for what he did.
“Aww, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eli says pulling me back into his arms.
“They’re happy tears. I promise.”
“I’m going to take Fallon to go check out my new place and give you guys a minute.” Mom tells us as she quietly steps out.
“I can’t believe you did this.”
“Believe it, baby.” Eli says kissing me on the lips. “Want to try out the pillows?” He wiggles his eye brows up and down.
“Like you even have to ask twice.” I say before jumping into the pile of pillows, being tackled by Eli.
“Merry Christmas.” I slide my hands in the waistband of his sweatpants and start to tug down.
“This is a merry Christmas.” Eli says groaning as I take him into my mouth.
My mom is taking Fallon back to her house for dinner. Eli and I were invited to the Cahill’s and we agreed to go. I’m secretly hoping that Cooper is planning on asking Jaylinn to marry him. Cooper still doesn’t know about Eli and I, and it’s making me extremely anxious about today. I mean, why should I care? We’ve been together for months now and everything is going great, he should be happy for us. I haven’t told Jaylinn yet, that Eli and I have been having sex for months now, because I’m so worried she’ll slip and tell Cooper. Eli tells me I’m crazy because he’d never let Cooper fire me.
Beep. Beep.
“Babe, Jaylinn is here.” Eli hollers upstairs to me.
I just finished doing my hair and make-up. I run down the stairs to put my boots on before kissing Eli and running out the door. I had to rush because after my mom and Fallon left, Eli and I went back to bed where I gave him his Christmas present.
