Her pussy milks my length, squeezing around me as she rocks her hips and matches my pace. I can feel my balls pull up and my stomach clench. My muscles burn with pleasure as the orgasm spreads through my body.
It hits me so hard, I can't stop myself from spewing more than just my cum into her body. The words flow without pause, full and thick and unrestrained. “I love you. I fucking love you,” I say, my voice a growl as my cock explodes inside her body.
Her legs wrap my waist, gripping me tightly. I collapse onto her chest, and she keeps holding on. She isn't letting go. She's embracing me, clinging to me. And I love it and never want her to let me go.
Laney writhes in my arms as I roll to the side and pull her in. She's still shaking as she snuggles up against me. I feel weak, my entire body drained and my muscles still tight.
I know what I said out loud to her, but I force myself not to think about it too much. And she doesn’t say anything either. She just cuddles closer to my body, seeking heat. People say things in the throes of a good fuck, and that was a great fuck. Laney’s warm body in my arms chases away any insecurity I might have been feeling and I drift off to sleep.Rolling to my side, I smell bacon before I even open my eyes. Cracking my eyes open, I reach behind and feel for Laney, but the bed is empty, and the sheets are cold.
I sit up and stretch my arms and listen to the sounds coming from the kitchen. A whisk scraping a bowl, bacon sizzling, and she's humming some song to herself. It's comforting to listen to life in the house below me, and I stay in bed a little longer just to hear her moving around.
I could wake up every day to this and never get sick of it. Just knowing she’s downstairs and under this roof is enough to make me happy this morning.
Climbing out of bed, I throw on my old flannel bathrobe and walk down the loft stairs. I come around the corner to see her bopping her head to her own tune as she puts a couple slices of bread in the toaster and flips the eggs.
She didn’t hear me coming down, and I lean against the wall, my arms crossed, with a smile on my face. Just watching her. She's shaking her ass, and making it jiggle as her hums turn into a full blown karaoke session in my kitchen.
Lifting the pan off the stove, she spins on the tips of her toes to face the plates. “Ah!” she screams out, almost dropping the eggs on the floor. “Shit, Anders, you scared me.” She starts to giggle as she pushes the eggs onto the plates. “So, how long were you standing there?”
“Long enough to know we could kill it at the Bear Claw on karaoke night.”
“No, no, I don't think so. I don't sing in public.”
“Well, you have a great voice, you shouldn't be shy about it.” Climbing onto the stool, I rest my arms on the counter as she adds bacon and toast to the plates and pushes one in front of me.
“The eggs are fried over easy, I hope you like them. I figured I could thank you for everything you've been doing for me with a good breakfast.”
“They're perfect, thank you.”
Laney nods with a smile. “Coffee?”
“Please.”
Pouring me a cup, her eyes are on the mugs as she speaks. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. You ask me anything you want.”
“Did you mean what you said last night?” Her lip quivers nervously, and I can see in her eyes as she looks up at me that she wants the truth.
Letting out a heavy breath, I scratch my fingers through my beard as I look for the right words. I don't know what she wants from me, and that's the problem. It's like she's hot and cold, she wants me but she doesn't want to admit it.
“Laney, look, we both said things last night in the heat of the moment, and sometimes people don't think straight in a situation like that.”
“Oh, okay.” She sounds saddened by my answer.
But this is the issue. Either she wants me or she doesn't. I saw the pain in her eyes the night I met her. I saw her pain yesterday when we went to her old house. She’s been through a lot; I get that. But how deep can I go with this girl who doesn’t know what she wants, or is too afraid to admit it? I won't risk my heart for just a fling, just to be a rebound for her. If she plans on up and leaving to continue the life she knew and had before, I can’t keep doing this. My heart can't take another break. It just can't.