Entangled (Evolve Series Novella 2.5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

frustration.
    Lying against her back now and releasing one of my
hands from her hip, I use it to join her faltering grip on the window, holding
us steady. Our slick, sweaty skin glides together and feels so damn right. “I
love you, baby girl, always you, you and me.” I can’t help but tell her again
and again; sometimes the love, passion and adoration I feel for this woman is too
much to hold inside, unspoken.
    “Yes,” she wails as I feel my orgasm approaching.
    One thing I know for sure, because Laney told me
very blatantly, is that it’s 30% physical and 70% mental for her. She loves it
when I talk, not only dirty, but also tender words telling her how perfect she
is or how much I love her; I gotta work for her to join me in coming. It’s
never gonna happen just because I tell her it’s time; one directive simply
doesn’t work, no matter what voice I use. Her G-spot remains somewhat elusive,
challenging me as though it’s moving around in there to a different place every
time, but we’ll get there, and I’m ecstatic about the practice it will take.
For now, her clit is her hot spot, but it isn’t a hair trigger. I have to touch
it just right, at the right time, for the right amount of time. That I have mastered. And honestly, it turns me on like nothing ever has or could to take
the time and effort needed to please Laney. She’s no easy or fake lay—when she
comes, I feel like a king.
    “Tell me, Laney,” I suck on her back, “tell me you
love me. Tell the fucking people in Georgia who you belong to,” I hiss, plowing
into her with vigor, raw and needy, coming from somewhere deep inside me that
needs to know I have her.
    “I love you, Dane, love you,” she pants out,
tensing around me, ready.
    I reach around to her clit and press down with just
the right amount of pressure, swirling it two or three times, before pinching
it gently. That starts her off, one deep, continuous moan escaping her as I
feel the hot, extra moisture. 
    ”Keep going baby, with me,” I switch from a pinch to
rubbing again, knowing she’ll ride it out while I come if I don’t stop.  The
squeezing from inside her becomes one constant vice grip around my dick now and
I let myself go with a guttural roar that comes from deep in my chest.

    I stare at the ceiling as we lay in bed,
counting the time between thunder and lightning in my head. She’s naked beside
me, making that little puffing noise she does as she falls asleep. With one arm
thrown across her middle, I know she’s still actually awake by the rhythm of
her breathing. She has four rhythms: asleep, falling asleep, dreaming well and
dreaming badly. Not that I stay awake sometimes just to look at her, watch her in
peace, drinking in every flinch of her eyelids or twitch of her nose.
    I wait patiently for either sleep to take us both
completely or for my mind to decide what to do about my discontent. Our bodies
are touching; I never allow, even in my deepest state of rest, that connection
to be lost…but right now it feels like there are miles between us.
    “How do you measure success?” I randomly blurt out
quietly, perhaps part of me hoping she doesn’t hear me.
    “Well, that depends,” she comes right back.
    I knew she wasn’t sleeping. I knew she felt it too,
that something in the air. So of course she was primed and ready to dive right
in to the conversation once I dared to start it.
    “I can’t speak for yours, or anyone else’s success
as a whole, but I can tell you how I measure my own.” She turns her body and nestles
in closer to me, curling her arm around my waist and snuggling into my neck.
    “How?” I ask as I kiss the top of her head.
    “If I know I left 200% of myself with it, I
succeeded. Softball, school, an exam, a friendship, anything really. As long as
when I walk away, I know I couldn’t have tried any harder, given any more of
myself to it, and I truly believe what I did was right, then I was successful.”
She lifts her head and