Page 49 of Until Forever

“Is asleep,” he interrupts.

“I don’t—”

He cuts me off again. “Shh. Just live here…right in this moment, we’ll figure everything else out in the morning. But tonight, you’re going to cream for me.”

“Mm,” I moan, clenching my thighs around him.

“Can you do that for me, baby? Let me make you come?”

I nod, and without any other words, he’s on his feet, supporting me with his hands under my ass as he carries me into my room. I kiss him again, body writhing from the anticipation.

“Good girl.” He pushes the door open, using his foot to close it behind us.

CHAPTER TWELVE

JASPER

Fuck.

That is all I can think from the moment we cross the threshold. My skin is on fire. Every nerve and sense I have is heightened. Her scent, her touch, the way she moans when my tongue slicks across her flesh, and the warmth between her legs. It’s all loud and clear, pounding against my skull right along with my heartbeat.

If I don’t hurry up and get her naked, I’m going to fucking lose my mind. I want to see her—taste her and feel her body buck beneath me. But most of all, I want her to call my name as I wring every ounce of cum from her pussy.

Our kisses are loud, serving as the only sound in the pitch-black room. I move until my knees hit the mattress and lower her down on it. Latoya doesn’t break her hold on my neck, keeping me in place. This time it’s her who kisses me, her tongue battling mine for dominance.

She cries when I back away to tug at her shirt, the sexiest of whimpers coming from her as I yank the fabric over her head and fling it to the floor. By now, my eyes have adjusted to the change of lighting, and my dick jerks at her silhouette.

Her knees fall apart, and I nearly lose it. I can feel the blood rushing through my veins. That’s how bad I need her—pure unadulterated desire calling my name. And it’s so fucking clear. I make haste at my own clothing, snatching my shirt off and leaving it in a pile next to hers.

She’s touching me now, her nails scraping along my ribs. I let out a deep breath and climb on the bed with her, the mattress shifting with our weight. And like a good girl, ready and wanton, she moves with me, crawling back as I inch forward.

Latoya pulls me on top of her, spreading her thighs wide for me. My hand naturally goes to her hip, down her outer leg, and over her ass, where I take a handful, digging my fingers so deep I’m sure she’ll have my nail imprint there in the morning.

Without breaking our kiss, I prop myself on my left elbow and work at her zipper. The sound is like magic, coaxing groans from both of us. Latoya lifts while I one-handedly maneuver her pants down around her ass, one achingly slow inch at a time.

Impatient as fuck, I hop off the bed and snatch them down, not caring where they land. And in a matter of seconds, I’m out of the rest of my clothes and back between her legs, my dick already at attention.

I nestle between her heat, and the tip of my cock is met with her damp panties. She’s so hot and ready; I can smell her arousal. I push against her, grinding my length on her pussy, her wetness taunting me. I want nothing more than to slip inside her and sheath myself deep. And it takes the strength of three men to keep me from doing just that.

Slow and steady is how I want to take this, so I can savor the moment and take my time claiming her body. I’ve waited for this to happen, and I’m not about to rush it.

I hold her bra to the side and trace my nose across her breast until I find her nipple. It’s hard on my lip, and when I suck it into my mouth, she arches into me. Pride and arrogance present themselves, encouraging a smile to my face. Almost like the last eight years apart never happened, her body reacts to me as it always has.

A rush of heat sears my insides at the thought of being inside her. I kiss her again, a sharp hiss slipping through my teeth when she rubs her pussy on me. Her legs are around my waist, breasts on my chest, and her mouth on mine.

I slide her panties to the side and guide my tip along her sex. Her soft folds gently tease the sensitive underside of my dick. And though it tortures her just as much as it does me, I don’t part her yet. Instead, I let go of myself and jerk her bra down until both of her tits are free and I can feel the fabric smashed between us.

I flick her left bud with my tongue, then pull it between my teeth, sucking her whole. Latoya shivers when I lick the space between her breasts, leaving a trail on the way up to her throat. And as I bury my face in the crook of her neck, I reach between us again and push my dick between her folds, using my thumb to apply pressure against her clit with the tip.

It pulses, the sensation traveling through my shaft, and my body jolts in response. I massage her slit, running my head from her gem down to her hole and back up. Over and over, I fuck her clit with slow strokes, loving that she’s wetter with each thrust.

Her warmth is intoxicating, and every time I reach her opening, I dip inside, going a little deeper each pass. She moans and rubs my back while matching thrust for thrust. The pressure builds in my gut, and I grow harder, throbbing for a release, aching to be buried inside her. But I know better, and I know my girl.

Regretfully, I break our embrace and crawl backward off the mattress in search of my jeans. I dig through my wallet for the condom I’ve had there for months then join her again. The bed creaks from my weight, and my body shivers when she touches me.

I kiss her lips, settling back between her thighs. Latoya runs her hands along my spine while grinding against me. I hiss, my muscles seizing and releasing every time my head touches her soaked undies.

Tearing the wrapper with my teeth, I free the rubber and slide it over my erection. We’re both looking on as I do this, and when I’m finished, I meet her gaze again. All of the nervousness she had before is gone, all that’s left behind is a woman ready to be fucked. I slip her panties to the side, finding her sex still swollen for me.

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