Ever After Awaits (Layla) novel Chapter 61

Ever After Awaits

Chapter 61: Layla POV

Today has been unexpected from start to finish.

When Hunter brought me to this magical beach, my heart soared and soul settled. I’ve always been a massive fan of the ocean. Maybe there why Xavier’s scent draws me to him; it reminds me of one of my happy places.

Each moment since my feet sank into the soft beach sand has been magical; the delicious treats his mom helped him pack, the various beveraged to quefich our thirst on this warm, breezy day, the walk along the shoreline with our feet splashing in the shallow waves, and even sitting with him on this rock white be held me.

That’s why I had no hesitation when he started kissing me on the neck to turn to him and give in to the need I’ve had to be devoured by him.

The fact that I instigated the kiss makes him pause for half a second before he holds me by the side of the head with his right hand while slipping his left hand around my back to pull me even closer into him. My hands fist into his t–shirt before one slips up to tangle in the hair at the back of his head.

When my nails scrape against his scalp, the moan that pours into my mouth from his throat elicits a whimper from me, amping up my need to be closer to him, even more.

The space between our bodies becomes too much for me, so I get to my knees, turn completely towards him, and straddle his thighs. The look of pure lust in his eyes as I settle my core over his hardening cock, intensifies my own visceral need for him.

Both his hands go to my ass and grabs onto its globes. He grips their pillowy flesh and pulls. The move causes me to grind harder against him, and we both groan in unison. The blissful feeling that shoots up my spine causes my eyes to roll back into my head.

My eyes snap back to his when he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” with an awed lustful look on his face. Without breaking eye contact with him, I slant my mouth against his again, the need to taste those words on his lips overwhelming me.

He takes over the kiss as he holds me close, exploring my mouth as much as I’m discovering his. Digging my one hand’s fingers into his hair while the other finds purchase on his back, my lower body starts moving of its own accord.

His body follows mine’s lead, and we find a synchronized rhythm that has us both panting with need as we study every inch of the other one’s body with our hands. His right hand slides across my body to the front, and without any hesitation, he slips it beneath my shirt so it can cup my breast.

His thumb starts stroking my aroused, peaked nipple, and the whimper of pleasure that escapes me has him smiling against my lips. “You like that, baby?”

The only answer that he gets from me is when I grind down harder against the strained zipper of his jeans. The friction against my cotton shorts is delicious, making me want more. More of this, more of him, and more of what he can do to me.

His hand goes a step further by pulling my bra cup down so my heavy breast falls into his awaiting palm. They are more than a handful, even in his big, brawny hand. But Hunter doesn’t seem to mind judging by his following actions.

During his ministrations with my bra cup, my shirt has ridden up to lay across my collarbones, so when he pulls back from me somewhat, and looks down, he gets a perfect view of my creamy flesh as it’s nestled in his toughened hand.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” he says as he stares at them for a second. Looking up at me again, he suddenly leans forward and sucks the nipple into his mouth, watching me intently for my reaction.

The raw lust that emanates from him as we keep eye contact while he sucks, licks and nips at my sensitive peak, makes my body crave to be wholly claimed by him.

The intensity of our look becomes too much for me, so I lean somewhat back to give him more room, tip my head back, close my eyes, and just enjoy the way he draws pleasure from my body.

His other hand pulls my left breast from its confines, and he gives it just as much attention as the first. He goes back and forth between the two globes. Exploring the one with his mouth, while the other gets adored by his hand. And then he switches sides to start all over again as if he can do this all day.

Not being able to keep my hands to myself anymore, I slide one slowly down over his sculpted peck, then trace his magnificent abs below that, and eventually reach for the button on his jeans. Popping it free, I go to slip my hand inside. I need to feel him, to wrap my hand around his warm, rigid shaft, to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me.

But before I can sneak my hand into his strained boxers, his one hand wraps around my wrist. My head immediately snaps up and locks eyes with him, Did f

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Chapter 61: Layla Pov

do something wrong? Did I unintentionally hurt him? Worse yet, does he not wam this? These questione all fit through my head at I search indication of why he stopped me.

Beautiful,” he says softly while still keeping his gentle grip on me, “All those doubts I see swirling in those stunning eyes? Forget about them abus

Narrowing my eyes at him, I skeptically ask, “So why did you stop me then?”

“Because, when I get to explore your body inch by inch for the first time, while you discover mine in return, it’s not going to be on a hard as fuck rock. where both of us are uncomfortable.”

The cheeky smile on his face relaxes me instantly, causing any and all doubts I had to disappear on the gentle sea breeze that’s cooling our heated skin.

“Deal,” I tell him, smiling softly as I look into his forest green eyes, appreciating him and his chivalry in that moment.

As I start to pull away, he stops me. “Just because I don’t want us to take things further, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to move yet,” he says mischievously.

“Oh yeah? And what am I supposed to do then?” I challenge him, intrigued to see where he’s going with this.

“You, baby, are going to stay right here in my lap, and allow me to kiss you senseless for at least another five to ten minutes,” he says matter–of–factly, as if it’s a done deal.

He straightens my bra and pulls down my shirt before I can give him a mock offended reply, rendering me speechless with his thoughtfulness. Then, looking at me as if I’m his whole world, he gently cups my face on both sides with his hands, slowly leans in and kisses me senseless for five to ten minutes, just like he said he would.

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