Page 16 of Forever Mine
“You keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
Taking a taut nub between my teeth, I tenderly bite down and tug.
He writhes under me. “Julien, I mean it. I’m going to?—”
“Not yet.” I reach between us and tightly grip the base of his dick like a cock ring.
“Sadist.”
“Masochist,” I reply, increasing the pressure until his eyes roll back in rapture.
Ignoring the rules to keep his hands above his head, Elijah brings them to my chest. I wait with torturous, bated breath while he takes his sweet-ass time mapping my torso with his hands. Everywhere he touches, my skin electrifies, tiny, little sparks of current that scatter forests of gooseflesh in their wake.
He dances those wonderful fingers down my abs, around my hips to my lower back, then up and along the sides of my spine to my shoulders.
I love how he touches me. Like I’m precious. Like I’m worthy. There is nothing more wonderful than the way Elijah loves me. He does so completely and with his whole heart.
I pump his cock a few times, manipulating the head until pearls of his cum spill out. Gathering some with my forefinger, I fingerpaint the word MINE across his lips and kiss him. The salt of his essence explodes on my tongue.
“Let me get the lube.”
Doing a one-armed push-up, I reach for the drawer of the nightstand.
“Don’t need it.”
In an uncharacteristic show of aggression, Elijah yanks at my wrist, throwing off my balance, and I collapse on top of him.
“Brat.”
His smile widens. “Fuck my face or fuck my ass. I don’t care which.”
One mirth-filled eyebrow arches. “So needy.”
“Yes, I am,” he says, digging his blunt nails into my backside.
I don’t want to take him without some kind of lubrication. The last time I did, he walked funny for a week.
I hold my palm up in front of him. “Lick.”
The velvety coarse texture of his tongue tickles my hand as he laps at it like a fucking lollipop. I transfer his spit to my cock, slicking it up, then spread his ass cheeks. As soon as I line up, I push forward, breaching that tight ring of muscle that is my heaven. He clamps down around my shaft, the sensation the most excruciatingly amazing feeling in the world.
“Always so tight. Fucking perfect,” I praise.
Another kink of his.
“I love you,” he moans, head thrown back, mouth parted, and eyes cinched closed in ecstasy.
At his declaration, my hips slam forward with more force, and dual hedonistic sighs of shared pleasure echo between the walls.
Missionary style is my favorite position because I get to watch him. See every emotion that crosses his gorgeous face. Elijah in the throes of passion is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Harder,” he urges.
Not able to deny him anything, I take him without mercy. Every thrust rocks the bed and bangs the headboard against the wall. Something I know Jay will complain about tomorrow since his bedroom is on the other side, and the walls are paper thin.
“Love you, E,” I declare, feeling that telltale coiling tingle at the base of my spine as my orgasm builds, wanting to break free.
Our hands reach for one another and take hold. Another connection, this one stronger. His internal walls spasm, telling me he’s close. I need him to fall over that knife-edge cliff with me.
