“Lucas,” she barely whispered.
“Easy baby, you need to relax,” he was panting, his hard biceps flexing as he strained to keep his weight off her.
Lacy couldn’t stop herself from watching him, seeing his hardened length, the throbbing veins. She lifted closer, moaning in burning need as she felt her flesh beginning to stretch.
His cock slid deeper. Her muscles rippling around the hardened length of his cock had Lucas gritting his teeth so he didn’t spill right then and there.
The sudden jolt of his hips buried him deeper as Lacy shuddered at the tight penetration, her head hitting the bed as her hips lifted. She was drunk with pleasure. It burned through her nerve endings, clenched at her womb, convulsed her vagina, and demanded satisfaction.
Her hips lifted in a sharp, quick movement as he fought to penetrate her slowly, to ease inside her. The sudden upthrust buried his flesh deep inside her, sending a burst of ecstasy, sharp through her system.
“Fuck! Lacy.”
Lacy lost her breath as he drew back and then filled her, buried the full length of his cock inside her as he held her hair in his fingers, as his lips covered hers.
Senseless and blissful, the feelings reached deeper, stronger as they infused her senses and sent Lacy soaring out of control.
His cock was a hard, searing piece of iron stretching inside her, rubbing inflamed tissue, building the tension, the pleasure, to a height she couldn’t bear.
“You are so beautiful.” His words penetrated the haze building around her as his strokes suddenly intensified, the rapid fire thrusts pulling the tension tighter.
“That’s it baby,” his voice was throaty, desperate, and sensual.
As her release slammed into her Lacy felt herself crumbling, a second before ecstasy burst powerfully inside her. Uncontrollable tremors of release gushed around his hard flesh, a strong, wet warmness sweeping over his cock as her release spilled. Her muscles tightened around him, attempting to hold him, to capture forever the pleasure burning through her with such brilliant force.
His body heat surrounded Lacy and he pushed deep, holding himself inside her before the hot sparks of his own release began to fill her.
Lacy brushed her hands over his back, committing to memory the feel of his muscles as they moved, the strength of them working hard against her body. The heat and sweat of his skin mixed in with hers. Their breathing still laboured as Lucas grabbed the old blue woollen blanket at the end of the bed and covered them with it. He laid his head on her shoulder and lazily played with her as they both slid into a deep sleep.
New Beginnings
“Do you want some wine while we wait for the food to come?” Lucas asked as Lacy watched him pick a bottle from the wine stack in the fridge, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers.
“Oh, yes please.” Lacy smiled and came around the counter to give him a hand. They reached for the glass at the same time and their fingers touched. The heat, the tingles that shot up her arm were unmistakable. Lucas felt them as well, and his eyes shot straight to hers. Just one touch and it was enough to get them started.
He took a step toward her, closing the space between them, pushing Lacy against the marble kitchen counter. His hand went to her hair. He pushed his fingers through the strands on one side, then dropped his head and touched his lips to the corner of her jaw that he’d uncovered as his body pressed against hers.
Lacy felt his lips on her cheek, and her arms wound around his neck, drawing him closer. She was immersed in the feel of him, the way the muscles in his back flexed beneath her palms, the heat from his chest against her soft breasts. Just beneath the fragile layer of her skin, her pulse pounded.
His lips tugged her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine, forcing her eyes to drift shut. The sound of his breathing was loud in her ear as he moved a few inches back, his palms covering her breasts. Spirals of heat ran through her blood, and she wanted more.
Lacy leaned back far enough to gaze at his stubborn mouth, then tilted her head toward it and felt her eyes close as the intensity took over.
Her head snapped back into reality as the door bell buzzed.
Lucas took a step back. “Ah. I’ll go get that,” he said. He walked slowly to the door to get the Chinese food, giving her enough time to compose herself.
Chase stood in the doorway. “Well isn’t this cozzie?”
Oh shit. “What are you doing here?” Lacy asked, trying to look annoyed, and realizing that was exactly what she was feeling. There were no tears, no ache in her heart as the realization hit her. She didn’t love him anymore.
“I live here remember?” He said as he eyed Lucas.
“I threw you out remember?”
“Minor detail.”
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Lacy asked, folding her arms together.
“He knows,” Lacy told Chase as she pushed past the two of them staring each other down. Her legs felt like jelly. She hadn’t been expecting Chase to just show up, especially after a week with no word.
“What are you doing here?” asked Chase, staring at Lucas with contempt.
“I’m hanging out with Lacy for a couple of days.” Smugness was written all over his face.
“You don’t need to defend yourself to him Lucas. It’s my house, and I can have whomever I want over.”
“So you moved on with him?” Anger flared in Chase’s eyes.
“We have a mutual understanding. What do you want Chase?” Lacy asked, with a little more force.
Chase shrugged. “I thought we could have dinner or something.”
Lucas moved past them into the kitchen and pretended to busy himself by putting dishes into the dishwasher.
“I already have dinner plans with Lucas.”
His eyebrows rose and he ignored Lucas. “Come on Lacy, how long are you going to be mad for? I slipped up, I’m sorry. I just want to come home. It didn’t mean a thing.”
Lucas choked.
Her jaw dropped.
This was the guy she’d married. When the hell had he turned into an insensitive wanker?
“Wow. I’m touched, touched that you think that six months of cheating is nothing. You haven’t even touched me in eight months, and now you think that if you just say sorry it’s going to be all right? You idiot, you ruined what we had and it’s never coming back.” With that Lacy marched toward the front door and swung it open.
“Get the hell out of my house.”
Chase looked at her in disbelief. Lacy had never raised her voice at him and she’d never sworn at him. She’d never really been anything other than the perfect wife.
She watched him reluctantly walk past her and out the door without a word.
As she closed the door on Chase, Lucas said, “You hadn’t had sex in eight months? How the hell did you function?”
She gaped at him. “That’s the part you remember, out of all of that?”
“What can I say? I have selective hearing,” Lucas said with a shrug.
“Selective hearing, my arse,” she mumbled.
“Well that was interesting.”
“There are a lot of words I can come up with, and interesting isn’t one of them.”
“Lacy, I want us to be together.” The words seemed to spill out of his mouth.
She stared at him in a daze. “What do you mean?”
“I want you to give us a go. Did you think that after our first night together I was going to let you go? I’m going to be sticking around, but I won’t be just your bed warmer. If we are going to do this, I want it all. I want us to be together. Truth be told, I wanted it the first time I saw you.”
Lacy stared at him, her mouth hanging open, but at that moment she couldn’t bring herself to care. She hadn’t thought things through. Lacy didn’t know if there was a future for them.
Would Lucas hurt her?
Probably not.
Could she be happy with him? Lacy realized she was always happy with him.
It was
time to face the facts. Deep down she realized that she hadn’t been happy within her marriage. For a long time things just hadn’t been right.
It was always Lucas who offered her comfort. It was always Lucas who looked out for her. It was Lucas she had run to when she’d been so hurt.
Was she ready to take a chance? Surprisingly, she found she was. “Okay. I think I can do this. I can give us a go.”
Lucas blinked, dropped the pen he’d been fiddling with and looked at Lacy with his mouth wide open.
“Is there a catch?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.
“No catch, I just want to take things slowly. I’m me, you’re you, so let’s keep it simple,” she said as she tried not to make eye contact. Lacy could feel his stare burning a hole in her forehead.
She looked up in time to see primal hunger etched on Lucas’s face. She felt her heart pounding in her ears, weakness filled her womb as she backed up, edging herself into the corner of the L-shaped counter as Lucas prowled toward her, his eyes narrowed.
His tall, powerful body looked taut and predatory as he came up to Lacy, trapping her. His lean hips pressed against her and she felt the hardened length of his cock, thick and firm, beneath his silky boxers.
Lacy wrapped her legs around his powerful thighs as she arched her hips closer to him. The feel of his erection pressed heatedly against the mound of her pussy and had Lacy quivering. He sat her on the smooth counter then pulled his shorts off and flung them across the room.
He pushed Lacy’s legs further apart, lifting her knees until her heels were propped against the edge of the counter. His hips jerked involuntarily, burying the wide crest of his cock just barely inside her. Her tight, hot flesh rippled spasmodically around him, milking the agonisingly sensitive tip of his dick. Lacy could feel the sheen of perspiration glistening on the fragile column of her neck as a low moan passed her lips.
Liquid heat caressed his dick as Lucas fought to breathe, to enjoy every second of the mind-blowing pleasure. He drew back, his eyes dropping to between her thighs, seeing the sheen of the slick juices clinging to his cock head before he surged further.
A scream escaped Lacy’s lips and her eyes widened. Lucas thrust hard and fast as he buried himself inside her.
Furious strokes and flexing muscles stole all coherent thoughts as her breathing tightened. The iron-hard, thick length of his erection sent spirals of pleasure and fiery sensations as her pussy tightened, her womb flexed and her clit throbbed in impending release.
“Ah, Lacy, milk my dick, baby, let me feel you cum.”
The dark erotic words filled Lacy’s senses and sent rapture whipping through her bloodstream. Her body tightened, pleasure shattering her senses as fiery bursts sank into her soul.
Lucas’s harsh cry echoed through Lacy as he thrust to the hilt inside her, his body bowing just as the deep, heavy spurts of his semen erupted inside her.
Her eyes drifted shut as Lucas seemed to surround her, his hard body shuddering as his hips jerked against hers. With each spurt of his release he branded Lacy with a mark of possession that touched her soul.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Manisha lives on the sunny Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia, with her husband David and her two boys Antonio and Ethan. She enjoys spending her weekends by the water and has an obsession with romance books.
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