Ididn’tknowwhatto expect when I went to Rose Manor. I had told Rob about my plan, and he’d warned me there was a good chance Lacy wouldn’t want to hear it. But he’d supported me. Ella too. James as well, when I told him—although he thought I was nuts for buying the house. But James doesn’t know all about my fractured upbringing, so it’s harder for him to understand why I might want to buy Rose Manor and what it means to me. And now it’s mine, and I’m going to be sharing it with my dream girl—my beautiful poet, my rock-and-roll goddess, my bookish sexy nerd.
As Lacy wraps her arms around my neck and gives me those sweet, hungry kisses, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.She said yes. A sense of calm, of security, of belonging, hits me. This is what I’ve been missing and searching for all those years. At the same time, I feel a surge of adrenaline tingle through my body. I pull back from kissing Lacy and look at her face, trying to believe my good luck. I run my fingers through her hair, which still has that familiar strawberry shampoo scent I love. As I look at her, she gives me one of those little lip nibbles, the ones that have always gotten me going. Immediately, I feel my cock twitch in anticipation.
“How much time until the realtor gets here?” Lacy asks, as if reading my mind, while she gives me a slow, suggestive smile.
“Enough,” I reply with a grin as I scooper her up into my arms.
She lets out a happy yelp of surprise but then wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself close into my chest as I carry her across the front porch and over the threshold of Rose Manor—which is nowours.
“Welcome home,” I murmur as I carry her inside.
“Thank you,” she whispers, staring up at me, her eyes alight with joy. “Thank you for making this our home.”
“Wemade it our home,” I reply insistently. “Both of us made Rose Manor what it is now. I just happened to have the cash to buy it,” I add with a wry grin.
“I hope dad at least gave you a family-and-friends discount,” Lacy says with a smile.
“He did.”
“Good.”
I carry her all the way up the stairs, to the primary bedroom, where the enormous bed we picked out months ago, when we were just pretending to be in a relationship, is waiting for us.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers as I lay her gently down on the bed.
“I’ve missed you too,” I reply as I lower my body on top of hers and kiss her gently.
Lacy returns my kisses urgently. Her hands fumble at the button of my jeans and she insistently nudges them down. I feel my cock getting hard at the anticipation of what’s to come.Fuck, I’ve missed her.
“Woah there,” I reply. I stand and wriggle out of my jeans and then peel my t-shirt off. Meanwhile, Lacy is already squirming out of the jean shorts and t-shirt she had on, kicking everything to the floor until she’s in front of me, lying on the bed, in just a simple black bra and thong. I smile at her as I slip out of my boxer-briefs—my hard-on is already straining at the fabric.
“You’re in a hurry,” Lacy says with a grin as her eyes take in my naked figure.
“Hey, I haven’t had sex in over a month,” I reply as I get back on the bed.
“Oh really?” she replies, as she unclasps her bra and lets her gorgeous full breasts spill out. I eagerly press my body down on top of hers, kissing her lips, her neck, then working my way down to her breasts, where I tease her nipples in just the way I know she likes, flicking my tongue across them so that they become pert and hard.
Lacy lets out a soft sigh of pleasure and I notice the goosebumps pop out on her skin. With a smile, I continue kissing my way down her body, working my tongue down her torso, over her belly, and finally between her legs. I kiss her once between the legs, letting her feel my hot breath through the flimsy fabric of her thong. Immediately, Lacy lifts her butt slightly and wriggles out of the scrap of material. I smile at her eagerness, remembering how she took control in LA, transforming into a confident sex goddess.
But today, I want to be the one in charge. I want to adore Lacy’s beautiful body, every inch of it. She arches her back, pushing herself toward me, and I again kiss her between the legs, feeling the warmth and the sticky sweetness emanating from her. She gives another sigh of pleasure as I start working my tongue across her clit, flicking it lightly at first and then licking more insistently, letting her feel the pressure of my tongue against her. Meanwhile, I bring one hand up and slip a finger inside of her, feeling her warm wetness as I work my finger in and out of her.
“Ben, I can’t wait anymore,” she finally gasps. She nudges me with her hand, pulling my shoulder up to join her. “Do you have a condom?” She asks, her eyes blazing with intensity as she stares up at me.
“Yes,” I answer as I scramble for my jeans, which are crumpled up on the floor. There’s a condom in one of the pockets.
Lacy lets out a small yelp of laughter.
“What?” I look at her, pausing.
“Well, that was presumptuous of you to arrive with a condom in your pocket, no?” She asks slyly.
“Just in case,” I reply with a sheepish grin. “I like to be prepared.”
“Well, good, get that thing on and get over here,” she says, her voice husky as she reaches her arms for me.
I quickly unwrap the condom and slip it on before returning to the bed, climbing on top of her eagerly. She wraps her arms around my neck as I lower myself on top of her and hold her gaze as I slip myself inside of her. I let out a groan of pleasure as she contracts her muscles around me, causing a surge of energy to my cock that takes me by surprise. She grins and wraps her legs around my torso, pulling me into her even closer, as she eagerly kisses me.
Slowly, I start moving in and out of her, swiveling my hips in slow circles as I go. Lacy pushes her hips up slightly and then lets out a gasp as I hit that sweet spot inside of her. I can feel sweat breaking out over my body, and her body is slick and wet with sweat.