Golden Trail
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Christ, amazing.
He took and she gave and he listened as her excitement increased, became feverish, his c**k so hard it was aching by the time her hands slid into his hair, her h*ps surged up, she cried out and he heard and felt her come.
He left her still moaning, going up and over her, hooking the back of her knee with one hand to pull it up as he pulled his c**k out of pajamas, guided the tip to her slick pu**y and drove in.
No, he’d been wrong, this was amazing.
“Layne,” she breathed, her pu**y still convulsing with her orgasm.
“Take me, baby,” he grunted, driving in, hard, deep, fast.
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her other knee, holding him tight at his sides with her thighs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
He buried his face in her neck and kept driving. “Christ, you feel beautiful.”
“Baby,” she gasped and he heard it, f**k, he heard it, she was going to come again.
“That’s it,” he kept thrusting, her arms tightening around him, he pushed deeper.
“Oh my God.”
Shit, he was close, she sounded just as close and he hoped to God she was.
He moved his lips up her throat to take her mouth in a kiss as she took his driving c**k and she panted through his kiss then sucked his tongue deep with her orgasm.
When she did, Layne let go and joined her, groaning into her mouth as he buried himself to the root and his world erased of everything but his c**k and Raquel and the beauty only she could give him.
When he was done, he stayed rooted but moved his face into her neck and listened to her heavy breathing as he fought to control his own. He let minutes pass before, one by one, he moved her legs so her calves were swung in and she was wrapped all around him.
Her head turned so her lips were at his ear. “I think that’s about as real as it gets,” she whispered.
Oh yeah, that was about as real as it got, and about as good.
He lifted his head and grinned down at her in the shadows. “You’re right about that, sweetcheeks.”
He felt her body tighten around him even as she moved a hand to lay it against his jaw.
“Layne –” she started.
Oh no. Fuck no.
He pulled out of her, righted his pajamas then moving off her and up. He took her with him, planting her on her feet beside the bed. He found the tee and she stood there, motionless, as he pulled the neck of his tee over her head and then she finally shoved her arms through.
He put his lips to hers and whispered, “Get cleaned up, baby.”
She remained immobile, her head tilted back to look at him but she whispered so softly it was hard to hear, “You remembered.”
He remembered.
He remembered she didn’t like to sleep naked. She might fall asleep that way but she always got up and put something on. She also liked to clean up after they were done. Even if they’d go for a second or third round, she’d clean up after each time. Sometimes he’d do it for her.
Yes, he remembered. He remembered everything.
And she should know that.
His fingers curled around her neck and he put his forehead to hers before sharing, “I remember, Rocky. I remember everything. I remember every… fucking… thing.”
Her fingers curved into his at her neck and she breathed, “Layne –”
He cut her off by ordering, “Get cleaned up and come back to me.”
“Sweetheart –”
“Go, baby, and come back to me.”
She hesitated a second before nodding, he let her go and she moved away. He closed the curtains and got into bed on her side. He was in the middle waiting for her when she returned and slid in the bed then instantly moved into him.
“You want your panties?” he asked.
“Do you know where they are?” she asked back.
“No f**kin’ clue,” he answered and heard her soft giggle, liked it, so he slid one hand down her back, pulled up the tee then cupped the soft, generous cheek of her ass.
“No,” she said softly when his fingers curled into her. “I don’t think I want my panties.”
“Good,” he whispered and pulled her deeper into his body as her arm stole under his and around his waist.
He fell silent and so did Rocky until she called tentatively, “Layne.”
He knew by her tone where she was going.
“No, Roc,” he replied.
“Baby,” she whispered, “this was a mistake.”
His hand tightened on her ass, his arm tightened around her back and his voice was a rumble when he returned, “Made a lotta mistakes in my life, didn’t know about them until later. Sayin’ that, sweetcheeks, I know deep in my gut this was no mistake.”
“But –”
“It wasn’t, Rocky.”
“I think –”
His hand and arm gave her a squeeze and she stopped speaking.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he told her.
“But Layne –”
He interrupted her. “It’s dark.”
She paused before she asked, “What?”
“It’s dark, baby, you scared?”
Silence and then a soft, “No.”
She hadn’t even noticed he closed the curtains.
So he made his point by repeating, “This was no mistake.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He held her in the dark, it was late and he’d just f**ked Rocky for the first time in eighteen years. He’d come, hard, after months of dreaming about her, each dream hot, but having her was far, far hotter.
He was sated, relaxed, tired and close to sleep when she whispered, “Layne?”
“Yeah, baby.”
He heard her hair move on the pillow before she snuggled closer and, still whispering, said, “I’m hungry.”
Layne suddenly wasn’t tired anymore. He rolled to his back, pulling her over him and he found her mouth with his.
“Feel free to take as much as you like,” he invited on a mutter against her lips, felt her lips smile then she slowly made her way down his body and she took as much as she liked.
Then Layne took as much as he liked.
Then Rocky got up, pulling the tee back on, she cleaned up, came back and pinned him to the bed.
Chapter Fifteen
Live It with Me
Layne’s body jolted awake when the doorbell went and kept going, a long continuous set of very annoying peals.
What the f**k?
Rocky moved, the weight of her head coming off his shoulder, her arm around his abs sliding to become a hand at his gut, she went up to an elbow and, in a drowsy voice, started to say, “What –?”
He took and she gave and he listened as her excitement increased, became feverish, his c**k so hard it was aching by the time her hands slid into his hair, her h*ps surged up, she cried out and he heard and felt her come.
He left her still moaning, going up and over her, hooking the back of her knee with one hand to pull it up as he pulled his c**k out of pajamas, guided the tip to her slick pu**y and drove in.
No, he’d been wrong, this was amazing.
“Layne,” she breathed, her pu**y still convulsing with her orgasm.
“Take me, baby,” he grunted, driving in, hard, deep, fast.
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her other knee, holding him tight at his sides with her thighs, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
He buried his face in her neck and kept driving. “Christ, you feel beautiful.”
“Baby,” she gasped and he heard it, f**k, he heard it, she was going to come again.
“That’s it,” he kept thrusting, her arms tightening around him, he pushed deeper.
“Oh my God.”
Shit, he was close, she sounded just as close and he hoped to God she was.
He moved his lips up her throat to take her mouth in a kiss as she took his driving c**k and she panted through his kiss then sucked his tongue deep with her orgasm.
When she did, Layne let go and joined her, groaning into her mouth as he buried himself to the root and his world erased of everything but his c**k and Raquel and the beauty only she could give him.
When he was done, he stayed rooted but moved his face into her neck and listened to her heavy breathing as he fought to control his own. He let minutes pass before, one by one, he moved her legs so her calves were swung in and she was wrapped all around him.
Her head turned so her lips were at his ear. “I think that’s about as real as it gets,” she whispered.
Oh yeah, that was about as real as it got, and about as good.
He lifted his head and grinned down at her in the shadows. “You’re right about that, sweetcheeks.”
He felt her body tighten around him even as she moved a hand to lay it against his jaw.
“Layne –” she started.
Oh no. Fuck no.
He pulled out of her, righted his pajamas then moving off her and up. He took her with him, planting her on her feet beside the bed. He found the tee and she stood there, motionless, as he pulled the neck of his tee over her head and then she finally shoved her arms through.
He put his lips to hers and whispered, “Get cleaned up, baby.”
She remained immobile, her head tilted back to look at him but she whispered so softly it was hard to hear, “You remembered.”
He remembered.
He remembered she didn’t like to sleep naked. She might fall asleep that way but she always got up and put something on. She also liked to clean up after they were done. Even if they’d go for a second or third round, she’d clean up after each time. Sometimes he’d do it for her.
Yes, he remembered. He remembered everything.
And she should know that.
His fingers curled around her neck and he put his forehead to hers before sharing, “I remember, Rocky. I remember everything. I remember every… fucking… thing.”
Her fingers curved into his at her neck and she breathed, “Layne –”
He cut her off by ordering, “Get cleaned up and come back to me.”
“Sweetheart –”
“Go, baby, and come back to me.”
She hesitated a second before nodding, he let her go and she moved away. He closed the curtains and got into bed on her side. He was in the middle waiting for her when she returned and slid in the bed then instantly moved into him.
“You want your panties?” he asked.
“Do you know where they are?” she asked back.
“No f**kin’ clue,” he answered and heard her soft giggle, liked it, so he slid one hand down her back, pulled up the tee then cupped the soft, generous cheek of her ass.
“No,” she said softly when his fingers curled into her. “I don’t think I want my panties.”
“Good,” he whispered and pulled her deeper into his body as her arm stole under his and around his waist.
He fell silent and so did Rocky until she called tentatively, “Layne.”
He knew by her tone where she was going.
“No, Roc,” he replied.
“Baby,” she whispered, “this was a mistake.”
His hand tightened on her ass, his arm tightened around her back and his voice was a rumble when he returned, “Made a lotta mistakes in my life, didn’t know about them until later. Sayin’ that, sweetcheeks, I know deep in my gut this was no mistake.”
“But –”
“It wasn’t, Rocky.”
“I think –”
His hand and arm gave her a squeeze and she stopped speaking.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he told her.
“But Layne –”
He interrupted her. “It’s dark.”
She paused before she asked, “What?”
“It’s dark, baby, you scared?”
Silence and then a soft, “No.”
She hadn’t even noticed he closed the curtains.
So he made his point by repeating, “This was no mistake.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He held her in the dark, it was late and he’d just f**ked Rocky for the first time in eighteen years. He’d come, hard, after months of dreaming about her, each dream hot, but having her was far, far hotter.
He was sated, relaxed, tired and close to sleep when she whispered, “Layne?”
“Yeah, baby.”
He heard her hair move on the pillow before she snuggled closer and, still whispering, said, “I’m hungry.”
Layne suddenly wasn’t tired anymore. He rolled to his back, pulling her over him and he found her mouth with his.
“Feel free to take as much as you like,” he invited on a mutter against her lips, felt her lips smile then she slowly made her way down his body and she took as much as she liked.
Then Layne took as much as he liked.
Then Rocky got up, pulling the tee back on, she cleaned up, came back and pinned him to the bed.
Chapter Fifteen
Live It with Me
Layne’s body jolted awake when the doorbell went and kept going, a long continuous set of very annoying peals.
What the f**k?
Rocky moved, the weight of her head coming off his shoulder, her arm around his abs sliding to become a hand at his gut, she went up to an elbow and, in a drowsy voice, started to say, “What –?”
