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His lips are like a hypnotizing medium. I fall under his control when they touch my lips or my skin. I can't stop giving myself to him and letting his warm caresses wrap me in heat.
A soft growl escapes my throat when Lionel licks and kisses it. His wet kisses move higher until he reaches my lips again. Our eyes meet, and it's like a key for me to open my mouth and allow him to conquer them. And so, he did. His tongue wriggles and explores my mouth; my tongue seems to guide him where to go.
My hands slide from his chest and move to the back of his neck as our kisses become hotter – more passionate. His hands slide from my back to my hips. He rolls the hem of my shirt until he touches my skin. "Lionel," I mean to tell him to stop, but I follow my call with a moan.
“Lionel!” I gasp when he suddenly lifts me from the floor and pushes me to the wall.
Lionel pauses and lets his head remain on my shoulder. My heart beats faster, but my blood gets colder as I think about his thoughts. He remembers how things happened between us. What if he suddenly remembers everything? What if he discovers that I have lied to him again? And Kollie. How will he feel knowing that I hid his child from him for years?
"I'm sorry," his soft voice fires up my heart and returns the heat fueling me. I look at him, wondering what he means. He softly smiles and pushes his forehead on my cheek. "I called you something you were not. For not knowing that I'm the only man for you."
All these years, he knew that I only surrendered myself to him. I slide my legs from his hips and stand in front of him, speechless over his overdue apology. Lionel caresses my cheeks with quick kisses. Tears roll down my cheeks when Lionel admits he wanted to apologize to me after I left his apartment.
“But I was stupid and a chauvinist,” Lionel adds. “I refused to swallow my pride.”
“I’m also at fault,” he wipes my tears while I answer. “I should have told you the truth. I should tell you the truth. Lionel...”
He kisses me again before I can confess. His kisses distract me from what I should say. They urge me to tell the truth but fill me with fear of what he would think of me.
"I don't know about you, but I like this amnesia thing," Lionel smiles and raises me from the floor again. He gags me with another deep kiss before I can call or stop him. He only stops after his kisses engross me. "I don't mind traveling down memory lane."
I bite my lips. Memory lane? What memory? We never had any romantic memories. It has always been one of my regrets. Every time I look at Kollie, I wonder if I made the mistake of not accepting Lionel's proposal. I wonder if I failed to view things from every angle. What if all I needed was to say yes to his proposal for him to love me? What if Kollie could make us fall in love? Could we have been happy? Would he have stopped hating me?
“Kayley?”
Lionel's forehead wrinkles as he curiously looks at me. Strangely, my heart lifts instead of dropping. Yes. We never had romantic moments because I never took any risks. I smile and kiss him, causing him to become more puzzled.
"I love you," I took the risk.
I’m already going to lose him after he regains his memory. We will never have a chance to have these moments again. So, even if they will be fake – even if they are lies or will only last a few days, I want to fill every minute with our romantic memories.
“I love you,” I kiss him again. My confession shocks Lionel for a moment, but he suddenly glows.
“I love you, too. I’ve always loved you, Kayley,” Lionel’s eyes look sincere.
He's living in a lie Esther and I made up for him, but he tells me things I want to hear from him. Things that I will forever lose once he remembers everything. But I'll treasure every moment with him.
I cling to his shoulder and climb his torso a little higher. My heart jumps and tickles when Lionel playfully looks at me. He presses his torso against mine, pinning my back to the wall. I raise my hand when he reaches for the hem of my shirt.
My chest moves up and down when the slightly cold wind blows against my cleavage. I gasp when Lionel plants a soft kiss in the center of my chest. He looks at me while pulling down my bra to expose my tits.
“I remember these,” his smile becomes playful as he adds, “And, oh, how I love them.
“Lionel,” I mutter when he runs his tongue on one of my nipples.
“I don’t remember how we did it as husband and wife, but I do remember what I missed the first time... and the second time we did it,” Lionel swings me around and places me on my desk. He pushes everything off of my desk. My laptop falls and breaks. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he declares while removing his shirt.
I am lost for a moment upon seeing his body. He wasn’t this beefy five years ago. He had abs but not as chiseled as the ones now. They are protruding, making the lines more vivid. The unkempt dark blond hair on his chest adds to his sexiness. Matched with his playful and clear gray eyes, he becomes perfect.
Lionel cups both my breasts and kisses me. His thumbs scratch my nipples, making them tauter. I call his name again when he imprisons one nipple in his mouth and lets his tongue swirl around while he lays my back against the desk.
"I'm not taking the shortcut this time, Kayley," he declares before transferring his mouth to the other tit.
I bite my lips at the pain and pleasure of having my nipples sucked. I slide my legs from Lionel's hips when he reaches for the band of my pants. He brushes the few remaining stretch marks from my pregnancy and kisses them. I close my eyes when he pulls down my pants along with my panties, leaving me naked before his eyes.
Lionel places my legs above his arms, spreading them and exposing my slit to him. I hold my breath when he moves his head to my crotch. My thighs throb and a tingling feeling gathers around my pussy, almost triggering me to urinate.
"Yes. No shortcuts, Kayley," Lionel chuckles and plants a kiss above my crotch.
"Lionel," I press my lips together, forcing myself not to stop him. My hips rise when he runs his tongue along my folds. "Lionel," my voice shakes as I try to control the trembling of my vaginal muscles.
Lionel is the only man I ever had sex with all these years. I had moments of lust, but I couldn't view sex without love. And Lionel is love. All I can do is play with myself while thinking of him. And having him play with me now doubles the lust and magnifies the excitement – despite the reason this is happening.
Lionel places his palms above my crotch to control my hips as they go wild from his every kiss, lick, and suck. I reach for his hands and hold them as he continues to explore my folds and the inner muscles of my pussy.
“Stop,” I shudder intensely as the tension grows stronger.
I curl my toes and twist his fingers to help me from orgasming, but years of depriving myself of sexual pleasure leave me a desire to explode to my heart's content. I try to hold on to it, but Lionel pushes his tongue into my opening and tickles my walls. My hips gyrate wilder; he doesn't stop despite my plea. Lionel is determined to bring me to climax. When my legs tense and almost squeeze his head, he pulls back from my opening and catches my clit.
"Lionel," my moan echoes in my tiny living room when he sucks my clit.
He suddenly lets go of it, and I can't hold back from releasing myself on his face. My body turns into a bent rock while the beautiful explosion shreds me into satisfaction.
“Somebody’s been missing out,” Lionel lands soft kisses on my chest while I blow heavy breath against his head. “Have I been that busy?”
I have no way of answering him, so I only kiss him – passionately – to which he replies with the same heat. Lionel lovingly smiles as we break the kiss. He loves me. I can tell through his eyes. Enjoy this moment, Kayley.
Lionel slides his hands on my back and carries me close to his chest. He smiles and showers me with kisses while bringing me to the room across from our daughter's. He puts me down and becomes curious why I only have a single bed.
I divert his curiosity by dropping to my knees and facing his crotch. He raises an eyebrow and flashes a cheeky smile at me. I inhale deeply and unbutton his pants. "You said it yourself. No shortcuts," I gather my courage and pull down his pants, exposing his bulge.
My strategy works as Lionel's puzzled look disappears. His eyes only show the excitement of what I intend to do. There's just one problem. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT. Lionel took the fast lane on me twice. We never had much foreplay when we conceived Kollie. I haven't given any man a blowjob. I appease my curiosity by watching porn videos, but everyone has their technique. Lionel would know my inexperience. He might suspect me of lying about everything.
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