Ever After Awaits (Layla) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Layla POV

Hunter’s kiss is like a thirsty man coming upon an oasis in the desert drinking from me as if he’ll never get emmg se

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Though it was my first time giving someone a blowjob, I don’t feel self conscious by the act, It was pretty empowering for my using a few simple techniques I’ve read about online.

Still kissing me, his hands begin to wander over my body. Slowly, assuredly, but not in a sleazy, pawing way

He listens as I whimper when he grazes his thumb over my sensitive nipple through the material of my bra, doing it again a few times, making th the desire he’s awakening with that simple touch.

He notices as his hand slides down my side to cup my ass cheek the way my lower body instinctively grinds against his So he digs his fingers into y flesh, and pulls me impossibly closer, making me realize that he’s getting hard again.

When he slides his hand even further down to hook it behind my knee so he can pull my leg up and over his hip. I groan when his cock puts precameS sensitive bundle of nerves that’s coiling itself tighter and tighter the longer we continue with our sensual dance.

What surprises me is when he breaks our kiss and starts kissing down my neck and across my collarbones. When he reaches the tops of my breasts, he lightly nips the flesh just below the hem of the bra, making me whimper in pleasure at that slight bite of pain.

Going lower, I stop him with my hands on his shoulders when his mouth starts playing in the valley of my belly button, and it starts getting clear what hi intended destination is. “You don’t have to do that. Tonight was about you.”

As he looks up at me, a devilish grin spreads across his face, before he says, “Oh, Beautiful. If you think I’m not going to repay my woman in kind after the gave me the best orgasm of my life, you’re sadly mistaken.”

Before I have a chance to argue, he dips his head lower, places his nose against the material that’s directly over my clit, and inhales like an oxygen–starved man. The way his eyes roll to the back of his head and he gets a contented look on his face is enough to make a fresh wave of moisture leak between my folds.

My panties have been soaked since the moment I got my first peek at what he’s working with. And it’s only been getting worse ever since. So, having a more of my juices seep out of me at that simple act, has me panting in anticipation of what other reactions he can coax from my body.

As he refuses to break eye contact with my panty covered crotch area, he brings his hand up and starts rubbing lazy circles on my clit with his thume. With the material that’s between his finger and my sensitive nub, it causes a friction that only heightens the effect, and drives me even wilder than I thought possible..

He shifts his gaze to mine but doesn’t stop massaging my clit for a few beats, but then that same thumb slips to the side and dips under my panties, where it slides through my folds with ease.

“God, you’re fucking soaked. Is this all for me?” he asks in a voice that rivals sandpaper, as he doesn’t stop playing with my folds, alternating between going somewhat rougher and then returning to featherlike strokes, slipping lower or going up and toying with my clit..

I don’t get to answer him as he suddenly sits up, grabs my panties at my waist, and in a move I’ve only read about in my smutty books, be rips them clean off me, saying, “I need to see you”

Then he just stares. He makes no noise, and he doesn’t move for what feels like hours, but when he does eventually speak, it’s with a tone that speaks of adoration, “So fucking beautiful.”

Leaning down, he places his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes them outward, making space for his broad shoulders, as he dips low and buries his face against my heat. Without warning or preamble/he sticks his tongue out and licks me from bottom to top, softly sucking my clit into his mouth as be

reaches it.

The effect is instant and soul–destroying. My upper body lurches from the bed at the unknown but incredible feeling. As he plunders my folds and clit, he pins me down on the bed by wrapping his big, strong arms around the back of my upper thighs and splaying his palms on my lower abdomen. The way be then feasts on me and my juices is the stuff that legends are made of. The noises that his mouth’s actions draws from my throat and my wet pussy, should be obscene but only adds to the overall lust–haze that fills the room around us.

My hands have trouble deciding where they want to try and find purchase, alternating between fisting the bedsheets by my side, and grabbing onto Hunter’s loose curls on the top of his head as he ruins me.

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The smile of utter satisfaction that he gives me makes my own heart soar, and a giggle erupts from me

He places his hands on the side of my head on the bed, and then leans down to kiss me slowly, languidly, and with an of love and devotion.

He pulls away slightly, brushes the tip of his nose against mine, and then whispers words that I’ve never heard from another mate always craved from my lover, “I love you.”

Looking deep into his eyes as he looks down at me, I feel the truth behind them, and know that he means them with every fire of his bring

There’s only one response I can give him, and it has been swirling in my mind for a couple of days now: “I love you, too.”

Chapter Comments

Samantha Holland

didn’t AJ tell her he loved her?