My jaw drops, and I go back to facing the wall. He presses up behind me to support me, I suppose from slipping off the ledge. He reaches his hands between my thighs, and I part them as wide as the ledge will allow me.
His hand moves across my clit, and he sticks a finger in. When he knows I'm ready for him, he slides his cock into me from the back.
It's not nearly as deep as when I'm facing him, but it’s a new angle that hits a sweet spot, making my legs shake. He thrusts hard but controlled, trying not to let my knees bang on the wall. My calves are burning, but the pleasure is overtaking me, and I know I won't have to hold myself up much longer.
When I start to climax, I lean back into him, and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. My whole body lights up with sparks, and I can't hold myself up any longer.
He eases me down from the ledge and turns me toward him, supporting my weight by throwing my arms around his neck. He grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist, pressing my back against the wall.
"Are you okay to keep going?"
I nod, and with a shaky voice, I reply, "Please don't stop."
He leans in and kisses my neck, whispering in my ear, "Good girl."
He moves his hips, and the sound of our bodies slapping together echoes off the tile.
"God, you feel so fuckingamazing, Lou."
He leans his forehead into my shoulder, and he comes so hard that I feel him pulsing inside of me, and it pulls another small orgasm from me. My body can't handle anything more than that; I'm too exhausted.
He sets me down on the edge of the tub, sensing that my legs would fail me. He wraps one towel around his waist and the other around my shoulders. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me back to the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
SAM
I look down at Lou as she snuggles into me. We're laying in my bed watching a movie. She picked Inside Out because it's one of her favorites, and I told her I’d never seen it, which she said was unacceptable.
After our shower yesterday morning, I drove Lou to her apartment to grab some things and change. She‘s been camped out here since, and I couldn’t be happier.
Our limbs are tangled together, and her head is on my chest.
This movie has taken a really depressing turn, and I’m trying to hold in my emotions. My brothers always made fun of me growing up for crying during movies, but I can’t help that I have a soft spot for fictional characters.
Bing Bong just jumped off the rainbow rocket so Joy could make it back to Riley, sacrificing himself. It takes me by surprise, and I have to choke back my tears. She must be able to tell because she looks up at me with tears in her own eyes.
I look up and blink away the tears like nothing happened. "What?"
"Nothing." She wipes away a tear that started rolling down my cheek. "I love that you aren't afraid of showing your emotions."
"Only around people who I know aren't going to judge me. So don't go telling Quinn I was crying at a cartoon; he will never let it go."
She giggles and wipes away another rogue tear. "I promise." She kisses me on the cheek and snuggles back into me.
I take a deep breath, trying to muster up some courage. Her head rises and falls with my chest.
“I’ve been meaning to ask…What are we?”
She lifts her head again to look at me.
I feel the need to clarify. “I mean, what do you want out of this?”
I’ve been afraid to ask out of fear of rejection. I’m afraid she won’t trust me after what I did to her before. I just want her to be honest with me, and I’d rather know now before I continue falling for her.
“I really like you, Sam. I was really sad to lose you before, and I’d rather not go through that again. So if this is something you want to keep casual, it would be easier to know that now.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. I smile at her and run a hand through her hair. “I don’t want this to just be a casual thing. I’d like to have you all to myself.”
