by K E Osborn
My cock begins to harden, and I want to take this further.
I need to.
My hand snakes down around her waist pulling her closer to me, and that’s when someone clears their throat. We wrench apart, panting for breath as we both turn to see her father with his brows raised so high still sitting in the chair opposite us.
Shit. I forgot he was here.
“Fuck! Stylo, you didn’t need to see that. Sorry,” I tell him as I pull Lyri into my side, wrapping my arm around her waist to make sure she stays right there. I need to feel her close.
Stylo waves his hand through the air. “On the contrary, I did. I needed to make sure you are what my Lyric truly wants. I’m more than sure of that now.”
Lyri’s lips turn up, brightening the room like the sparkle of a summer’s day. Her eyes are shining with the brilliance of a thousand rare diamonds—this time not from sadness but from pure happiness. I’m glad I am the man who’s put that happiness back inside her soul.
“You’re exactly what she needs, Eddie, and I couldn’t ask for a better man than you to take care of my baby girl.” He stands, stepping forward and placing his hand out for me to shake.
I lean forward and shake it firmly. “Thank you, Stylo. Thanks for helping me with this.”
Stylo dips his head.
Lyri suddenly stands like she’s feeling anxious. “Daddy?”
He spins back to her. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Are you leaving?”
I understand her meaning.
Not just leaving right now but leaving the country again.
He turns. “Your mother and I are here for a full week. We’ll be at the house. We want you and Eddie to come over for dinner. Tomorrow night. If you’re free?”
Her eyes meet mine, there’s a desperation in them. I smile, making her body relax. She’s glowing so much, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“Thank you for helping me.”
He exhales as he stands in front of her. “I may not always show it, but you are the most important person in my life. I know I’ve been a shitty father. I know that… I own it. I cared more about setting you up for your future than actually being there in the present. I failed you. And I’m so fucking sorry, Lyric.”
Her eyes well again as I let her go. She stands face to face with her father, who’s finally having an honest conversation with her. She idolizes him. And all she has ever wanted from him is some attention.
“I guess growing up was hard…” she trails off.
He reaches out for her hands. “I know. You were left to raise Clef and Aria while your mom and I were gallivanting around the world. You’re a rock, Lyric, to this family. You’re stronger than you know, and I couldn’t be prouder of the woman you’ve become.”
She scoffs. “Even when I judge people before knowing the full story?” She subtly glances back at me, but I smile to ease her concerns.
Stylo wraps his arms around her body, taking her into a tight embrace. “Especially then. I taught you that lack of belief. Now you can’t trust people to be there for you, to do what they say. Your experience with Corey enhanced that lack of trust. I’m not surprised you reacted the way you did with Eddie. But Lyric, Eddie’s a good guy. When Corey lied, it was to hide something he didn’t want you to find out. Eddie was always going to tell you the truth. It just… it came out in the wrong way…” He pauses. “I guess what I’m saying is… trust him, baby girl, because I do.”
I’ve never felt more elated than I do right now. Not only have I got the girl, but I have her father’s blessing too. It doesn’t get better than this.
“So, I have you for a whole week before you leave again?” she asks.
Stylo pulls her in for another hug. “A whole week. But we can catch up tomorrow. I think you need to spend tonight with someone else.” He winks.
Her head turns toward me. “Yeah, I think I do, too, Dad.”
Stylo leans in, kissing her on her cheek, and he turns, walking toward the front door.
Lyri watches her father leave, and her shoulders drop, the tension flowing from them as if being pushed by the waves in the sea. She turns to me, her gorgeous green eyes conveying so much with a simple look. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”
I reach out for her, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Our bodies collide in the best possible way as she presses up against me. Her arms slide around my neck as I lean my forehead against hers just taking her all in. “You have nothing to be sorry for, hummingbird.”
She shakes her head against mine, her eyes closing briefly. “But I do, hotshot.”
Fuck, I love it when she calls me that.
“I’ve treated you so badly since we broke up, and all you’ve done is try to show me how much you love me. I am really shit at relationships.”
My hand comes up, cupping her cheek. Her eyes flutter open. They’re brimming with unshed tears, and I lick my lips, wanting to kiss them away. “Lyri, stop! I hurt you. This is all on me. Your reaction was completely normal. But can we forget this ever happened and just get to the making-up part now?” I tease.
Her lips turn up slowly. The glint in her eye lets me know exactly what she’s thinking. And I’m thinking it too. My hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head, threading through her hair, and I don’t waste any more time. We’ve spent long enough apart.
I slam my lips to hers.
Wanting her.
Needing her.
And it’s like every piece of the puzzle that’s been missing is finally sliding into place. I’m right back where I belong as her lips open, and my tongue delves into her mouth. I kiss her like I damn well mean it. My cock throbs, growing hard against her as she pushes into me. My fingers against Lyri’s back claw at her, simply needing to pull her as close as fucking possible while her fingers tug and pull at my hair.
Our kiss is frantic, needy. We’ve been apart for so long, too long, and now we just have to find a way to get all this pent-up frustration, anger, sadness, and lust out of our systems. I don’t even know if we can contain ourselves.
I start walking her backward, but we keep knocking into things, so my hands move to her ass as I hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her warm pussy presses against my hard cock. Fuck, she feels good, like perfection. I’m finding it hard not to explode right here on the spot as I walk her toward the staircase.
“Ahhh… I’ll just let myself out,” Jase startles us, we pull back, gasping for air as he rushes down the stairs past us. He winks at Lyri, giving me a thumbs-up as he heads for the front door.
Lyri giggles, but I ignore Jase, moving back in to kiss my woman. I need her. Now.
Her hands fist in my hair as I try to take the first step of the giant staircase.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll stay and watch,” Jase blurts out.
I groan, yanking my lips from Lyri’s. “Out!” I yell.
Jase pouts, turning for the front door as he drags his feet behind him. “You’re such a buzzkill,” he mumbles under his breath before the door closes behind him.
I let out a small huff, viewing the tall staircase. There’s no way I’m wearing myself out before I make a home inside of her, where I intend on staying for as long as possible, so I turn around abruptly and head back to the sunken living room.
Lyri seems confused. “Where…” kiss, “… are…” kiss, “… we…” kiss, “… going?”
My fingers dig harder into her ass cheeks as I take the two stairs back into the room. The open fire crackles and pops, sending flickering shadows across the room. The aroma of the dahlias ignites the air in a perfume fit for my queen. This room was made for romance, and I intend to show Lyri just that.
I step over to the sofa and place her down on top of it with my lips attached to hers.
Somehow, I shuffle out of my jacket, throwing it behind me. I hear the crash of a vase. But we still don’t separate as I move in
over her. We’re too lost in the moment. Her fingers make their way to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, one by one. Even though our kiss is heated, it’s like we’re taking this much slower than the last time we fucked, which seems so long ago.
We were talking about moving in together.
I told her I loved her.
So much has happened since then.
I can’t focus on that right now—right now, I need to get her out of this damn dress. Her hands manage the last button on my shirt, and she slides it over my shoulders. It falls to the floor as I pull her up from the sofa, a slight squeal leaving her mouth. I fall back against the cushions in a seated position with her straddling me. And fuck if it isn’t the sexiest position she’s ever been in.
Her eyes meet mine, her fingers trailing down my abs, my muscles tightening with her wandering hands. Our breaths are more like pants as my hands slide up her gorgeous thighs. She’s so fucking perfect as she grinds down on my already rock-hard cock.
A low growl erupts from my chest as my hands slide up her hips, taking her dress with me. I slide the fabric up and over her head. Her arms move to aid me in the removal, leaving her in just her mismatched underwear. Her underwear matches her personality—totally chaotic. She’s wearing a leopard-print bra and lacy purple panties today.
So fucking mismatched.
So fucking perfect.
“You’re stunning,” I murmur, then lean in planting a hard kiss on her collarbone at the same time as my hands snake around her back to unclip her bra. It flings free, falling as my lips travel down, taking her taut bud in my mouth. I suck on her nipple, biting the nub between my teeth. She moans, her fingers threading through my hair as her head flies back in delight.
The crack and pop of the fire make the room sound like something from an old romance movie. The way Lyri’s moving on top of me is working me up so much I feel like I might explode if I don’t get inside of her soon.
Suddenly, Lyri hops off me, my mouth popping from her nipple as she slides onto the floor in front of me. The gleam in her eyes tells me she’s up to no good.
“What are you—” My words catch in my throat as her hands move to my belt, my eyes open wide as she stares at me.
I know exactly what she’s doing. I sink back into the sofa, my hands moving up behind my head as I let her take charge. Her fingers make quick work of my belt and zipper. I lift my ass off the sofa as she yanks my suit pants down, then off. I kick them away along with my shoes while Lyri takes a moment to admire my length.
“Damn, I’ve missed you,” she says, staring right at my cock.
I let out a small laugh. “I hope you’re talking about me and not just my cock, hummingbird?”
Her eyes shift up to meet mine. “Potato, po-tah-to.” She smirks as her hands run up my thick thighs, her head leaning in toward my already throbbing cock. I’ve needed this for so long. All those nights watching her sleep, wishing I could be lying next to her. Wanting more than anything to be inside of her, just to feel her touch, her warmth. I need this woman more than I’ve needed anything in this world.
Does that make me soft? Does it make me weak? Probably. But I’d rather be weak and with her than strong and face a world without her in it.
She licks her lips, my cock twitching at the sight. She’s so fucking gorgeous like this. Tits pressed together as she sits on her knees in front of me. I need a picture of her like this on my phone to stare at when I’m at work. I make a mental note to make sure I get one later.
One hand moves in, cupping my balls. I close my eyes at the feeling. It sends a wave of fucking euphoria through me as I glance down to see her mouth coming for the tip of my cock.
Yes.
Her supple lips wrap around my head, the silky warmth envelops my cock, and I let out a loud gasp. Lyri will be my undoing, I know it.
She slowly slides down, edging her way, slower, slower, inch by inch, making all my muscles tense with the overwhelming feeling of adrenaline she’s sending through me.
“Fuck,” I groan out as my hand moves to her hair, sliding my fingers through her tendrils and locking on.
Her tongue swivels over the tip, and I pant for much-needed breaths as she continues to cup my balls with her hand. Her tongue pays extra attention to the slit in my head. She’s a fucking goddess. She takes me back in her mouth. My hips rock with the motion as she sucks on me. My fingers grip onto her head, aiding in her movement. Seeing her bob up and down on me is a fucking pleasure I never thought I would ever have again. She’s so goddamn beautiful stripped bare like this.
Abruptly, she slides me farther down her throat. My body strains as the tip of my head hits the back of her throat and edges down a little. I moan, my hips rocking, making my cock slide even farther, but she takes it all willingly. My cock squeezes down the depths of her throat. My fingers clench onto her hair tightly as she slowly draws back, making me pant so hard I’m seeing damn stars.
“Jesus, baby, you do that again, and I’m gonna come in your mouth so fucking hard.”
She takes it as a dare because her mouth instantly descends.
I groan as the pins and needles start working their way down my spine. “Fuck, Lyri, stop!” I pull my hips back regretfully, and her lips make a popping sound as my cock leaves her mouth. Her eyes fly up to mine like she’s annoyed I’ve halted her. “I want to come inside you. Take off your panties.”
It’s not a request.
It’s a damn order.
She slowly stands. Her hand runs down the center of her body as she sways her hips from side to side. The girl is giving me a show. Fuck, this woman is every damn thing to me. Her hand slides inside her panties as she throws her head back in delight.
Holy shit, she’s touching herself.
My eyes don’t leave her hand as she rubs herself in front of me. My cock’s throbbing, still trying to recover from the epic blow job she just gave me, and now she’s giving me a show. How the fuck did I ever get so damn lucky?
She lets out a breathy whimper. It’s all I can do not to jump off the sofa and rush to her. Watching her is fucking amazing, and I am a man, after all. I’m the most turned on I think I’ve ever been right now.
She presses harder on her clit. Her soft moans echo from her chest as my hand edges toward my cock. Seeing her touching herself and not having some relief while she’s doing it is just too much to take. I take my cock in my hand and slowly tug on it. It’s still lubricated from Lyri’s mouth, and I groan from the feeling.
Her eyes meet mine, and I know, I know we’re connected. There’s a trust between two people who can do this together. And as her gorgeous green eyes stare into mine, I see a truth in her. She’s in love with me. I know because I’m looking at her the same way.
She moans. Her body shivering. She’s right on the edge.
My breaths are coming in hot and heavy, and while I’m feeling my own pleasure, I’m more interested in hers. My eyes take in the way she’s reacting to herself. Her nipples are pert, standing to attention like good little soldiers. Her skin is glistening in a fine layer of sweat. Her eyes are glassy. She’s right on the cusp as I stare.
“Come for me, hummingbird.”
She’s circling on her clit again, seeming to press harder. I see it—the moment it hits. Her entire body shudders, and her legs wobble. Reaching out, I hold Lyri and place her on top of me. Two legs flop either side of my hips in a straddle as her head falls into the crook of my shoulder.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she pants her recovery. My cock presses hard against her pussy, needing her so fucking bad as I rock with her. Her head lifts, and our eyes connect. My hand comes up, swiping away a piece a sweaty hair which is stuck to her face. She leans into my palm as I move in, kissing her.
My senses come alive. Kissing Lyri is the single most profound thing in my life. I never knew a simple act could make me feel like I was the most powerful man on the planet. She has a way of making me feel like a damn king. Like I’m the ruler of her u
niverse. The thing is, she’s my queen, and she reigns supreme over my kingdom. So, I guess it’s fitting.
We kiss. It’s gentle, soft, tender, yet full of passion. I need her to know I’m here, not just for now, but forever.
I’m in this.
Her and me.
This is it.
I don’t see anyone but her. She is my life, and I’m going to make damn sure to prove it to her every single day.
My tongue dances with hers as she begins to slowly rock on top of me. My cock grows harder by the second. My hand on her hip edges between us as she lifts her weight, and I move into place. She ever so slowly slides down onto my length, and we both moan into each other’s mouths as she takes me in to the hilt. Feeling her satiny warmth encase me is like I’ve hit the fucking jackpot. Going bareback with Lyri is the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life. Her eyes lock on mine as my hands move to her hips to help us move together. Her fingers thread through my hair, and we still for a moment, joined together after so long apart, just staring.
It hits me.
I could have lost this.
I could have lost her.
“I’m a fucking idiot. I’m sorry for the hurt I caused you, baby.”
“Shh… we’re good. I love you, Eddie. I always have. Love was never the problem and our saving grace. I couldn’t let you go.”
“I love you, too.” I lean up, kissing her, my hands running along her smooth back, pulling her to me. Feeling her surrounding me in every way, taking over me, is all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ll ever need.
I need her to breathe.
We move together in perfect sync on the sofa. Our bodies rock up and down as we kiss like there’s no tomorrow.
But there will be a tomorrow and a day after that.
Then a year after that.
A lifetime together.
Because I’m never letting her go again. Not now, now that I have her back.
I thrust up inside of her, her muscles tightening around me. My cock throbs with intense need, with a hunger that’s simply insatiable for her.
Lyri whimpers like she’s getting close—her body tensing while she rides me. I thrust deeper, rotating and pushing a little bit farther, trying to hit that spot I know she likes. She gasps, moaning in a pitch that makes me so damn hot for her. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling, sending a slight pinch through my scalp. I love it when she’s rough with me—it’s such a turn-on. My fingers dig into her back, pulling her down on me harder. I need her right there. Her body shudders.