Page 108 of Forever Mine
Passion glazes his eyes. “Yes.”
When he lifts up, I curve one hand around his hip to support him and hold my cock in the other. His thighs tremble as he lowers down and stops when the tip of my dick pushes past his barrier.
Bracing his hands on my chest, he shifts slightly, taking more of me, and pleasure sparks in every nerve cell in my body.
“Julien.Oh… So good.” A flush rises up his chest and brands his skin with a rosy blush.
“Take all of it, baby.”
He sinks all the way down, gasping with pleasure, and I thrust upward to meet his descent. Elijah moans, bowing his back at the sensation as if every single inch of my cock is a revelation. Then he begins to ride me, his hips undulating in a slow, steady rhythm. Our eyes lock, our gazes fixed on each other’s faces. A soft, sultry mewl reverberates up his throat. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him even tighter, letting him feel the earth-shattering force of our connection.
He picks up the pace, his movements more frenzied, his moans louder.
“Don’t stop,” I demand and take his cock in my hand, needing him with me, wanting his cum to mark me when I fill him with mine.
I watch Elijah’s sensuous movements, completely entranced.
His nails dig into my flesh, and his body shakes violently as his climax coats my chest.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I chant when his asshole tightens around me.
Sensation layered upon sensation coils tighter and tighter, and then… nirvana. Stars explode across my vision when my orgasm slams into me.
“Elijah.”
His name is a sweet song of surrender.
He falls on top of me, and our mouths crash together, our tongues twisting and dancing.
“I think I like outdoor sex.”
I comb my fingers through his hair, stroking the silken, sweaty strands.
“It’s called dogging in England.”
I feel him grimace against my neck. “Yeah, let’s not call it that.”
“Agreed.”
Not in too much of a hurry to move, we lie in the grass and enjoy this special moment.
Holding up my hand to admire my engagement ring, I ask him, “When do you want to get married?”
He plucks a wildflower from the ground and tucks it behind my ear. “When do you?”
“As soon as possible.”
He raises his head and grins at me. “I was hoping you’d say that. Where?”
“Hawaii.”
The trip we took together to the Big Island was amazing.
“I was hoping you’d say that, too. I can’t wait to be your husband.”
I brush a lock of his hair away. “Angel, you’ve always been mine.”
As I kiss my fiancé, there’s only one word that can describe this moment.
