Within These Walls (The Walls Duet #1)(70)

“Those books you got me in the library,” she started, rubbing a slow circle with her thumb on my sensitive tip. “They were very educational in certain areas of study…and I’d like to, um…try something,” she said, the blush spreading further down her neck.

“I thought we were going to read those books together,” I joked, positioning myself up on my elbows so that I could watch her stroke me.

“Maybe later,” she replied. “But I wanted to read a couple first by myself.”

“Why?” I asked.

She leaned forward, her eyes still trained on me. “So I could learn to do things like this,” she answered.

She bent forward, and I watched her tongue dart out before licking my shaft from root to tip.

“Holy f*ck!” I shouted as her warm, wet mouth closed over my cock.

Eyes the color of ocean water met mine as her mouth moved up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and licked. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing or doubting herself. She was fierce and confident as she loved me. I watched every single second, and it was sexy as hell.

“I need to be inside you, Lailah,” I managed to say.

One last lick, and she was crawling up my body, scattering kisses up my torso and chest. Her hair fell forward as soft pink lips found mine, and a beautiful sun-kissed cocoon of golden strands surrounded us.

I reached into the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a condom from the box I’d bought. This was something I would never forget. I’d read Lailah’s chart backward and forward. I knew the risks if we ever forgot this simple step. Other men could risk an accidental pregnancy with their girlfriends but not me, not when it could kill her.

Reaching down between us, I slid on the condom and then brushed my fingers along the inside of her thighs. She was already wet and ready for me.

“Are you sore?” I asked, softly rubbing my thumb over her clit.

“No,” she answered softly, the blush slowly returning to her cheeks.

She’d just given me a blow job—her first, no less— that had damn near killed me, and she was now blushing over the mere mention of us making love last night.

The pads of my fingers danced across her pink cheekbones. “Never lose this. I love the way you look when you blush,” I said, gazing up at her.

I positioned myself and joined our two bodies together once again. Her look of pure rapture would stay with me until the day I died. Her eyes unfocused as she pushed back against me.

“That’s it, angel,” I coaxed.

Her hips began to grind back and forth against me. My hands ghosted up her thighs and wrapped around her waist as I sat up. I wanted to touch her everywhere, all at once, and brand myself to every inch of her skin. Being inside her, feeling her wrapped tightly around me as she wound her body around mine, felt like coming home. She was the solace I hadn’t realized I was searching for. She gave me strength and peace and a reason to watch the sun rise again.

She continued to ride me as I met her thrust for thrust while I gripped her shoulders and slammed into her with wild abandon. Always conscious of her health and how quickly she could get tired, I grabbed her and flipped us, so she was on her back against the mattress. Eyes locked, she wrapped her legs around me as we moved together. She moaned and cried out as my thumb grazed the sensitive flesh of her clit.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!” she screamed seconds before she tightened around my cock. She broke apart, shaking and crying out my name.

It was like music to my f*cking ears.

Every thrust I made while she climaxed sent me spiraling closer and closer to my own release. As the orgasm took over her body, she squeezed my cock like a vise until I lost control, slamming into her. Fireworks exploded as my body came so hard that I collapsed down beside her.

Lying on my side, I lightly kissed the smooth curve of her shoulder before reaching up to briefly touch my lips to hers.

“You said you wanted to take me somewhere today,” she said.

I smiled. “Yes, I do. But first, I think we need to make a trip to the library.”

Her eyes widened as her lips rounded with humored shock. A pillow was launched at my face seconds later.

Probably deserved that.

“Why are we back at the hospital?” Lailah asked as we pulled into the familiar parking lot.

“This is where I wanted to take you,” I answered before stepping out of the car.

I went around the front to grab her door.

“You know I’ve been here a few times before, right?”

She smiled as I took her hand, and we headed toward the entrance.

“Yes, smart-ass, I know that, but you haven’t been to where I’m taking you.” I brought our joined hands to my lips, and I kissed each knuckle.

As we approached the double doors, I stopped and turned toward her. “This is something I need to do…” I started before taking a long deep breath. “To move forward. I want you to be with me.”

Her expression turned tender, and she nodded. “Of course. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” she answered.

She silently followed behind me as we made our way through the hospital and down to the lonely long hallway I’d claimed as my own. When we reached the wide wooden beach, I stopped and turned to face the closed door of my past.

“This was where she left me,” I said, “where she took her last breath.”