Page 42 of Promise You Forever

Her lips part as my finger slips under the side of her panties.Fuck,she’s so wet. My cock is throbbing, just as impatient as she is.

“Are you going to answer me, Sunbeam? Or do I get to play with you some more?”

“What do I get if I answer it correctly?” she counters, her hips rocking against my hand.

“Everything you want.”

“Since I came back to the ranch.”

“Wrong.” I pull my hand from her panties.

“Wait.” Her back arches off the bed in impatience. “Since I left you on the balcony that day.”

“Wrong again.”

“Fuck you.” She groans, but it’s mixed with frustrated laughter. “I give up.”

I lie atop her, putting my face right in front of hers, so I can look deep into her eyes when I tell her my truth. The truth I knew the moment she drunkenly slid from my truck challenging me to be her first.

“Forever.” I watch her brows scrunch together as the weight of the word sinks in. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about my life before you, during you, and the future I want. There’s no one else I want forever with.”

I crush my lips to hers before she can say anything. I’m sure tomorrow she’ll find a way to put distance between us. I expect that. One night of passion and promises from me isn’t going to magically alter the course of our lives. But I will wait as long as it takes for her to see it. We’re not just sexual chemistry, we are everything. We’re morning coffee and midnight meadows, shooting stars and skinny dipping in mountain lakes. If it’s not her, it’s no one.

As soon as I release her wrists, her fingers are in my hair, tugging and pulling. Her mind might not be on board, but her body is. She kisses me with a desperation that belies her indifference toward me.

I push myself off the bed, giving my cock a couple firm tugs to hold off the need to thrust inside her. My fingers hook in the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs slowly. I drop them at my feet and pull her ass to the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs wide as I fall to my knees.

Her beautiful pussy beckons me, glistening in the low light with her delicious desire. She props herself up on her elbows to watch as I slowly lower my mouth to her cunt. Her taste erupts on my tongue. I want to devour every single inch of her. She rocks her hips against my face, riding my tongue for all it’s worth. I groan into her when I glance up and see the smoldering look in her eyes.

Seventeen

ELI

Ican’t pull my eyes from the hypnotic depths of his while he circles my clit with his tongue. I forgot how much I loved this, how fucking good he is at it. Heat gathers in my core, the backs of my thighs tingling with anticipation.

My head falls back as he slips two fingers inside me. He pumps them in time with the teasing strokes of his tongue over my throbbing nub. Everything inside me detonates in a kaleidoscope of colors when he sucks my clit between his lips. I cry out his name as pleasure rolls through my body in wave after wave.

He stays down there, his mouth on me, licking every drop of my release that he can as I come down from the high. When he stands, all I want to do is wrap my lips around his cock and make him feel the same way I just did. But when I try to move, he stops me with a hand on my stomach.

“Not tonight.” He flashes me a little grin. “I need to be inside you. Watch how perfectly we fit together.”

He lines his crown up with my entrance, eyes flicking up to mine as he slowly pushes into me. Every inch deeper feels more and more incredible. All I want is to feel him sheathed inside of me. He watches his cock slide within me with rapt attention, his lips parted.

“Fuck,” he whispers once he bottoms out. His fingers grip my hips as he holds himself back. “You feel perfect.”

He feels like home.

I don’t voice the thought, but it’s right there, on the tip of my tongue. Sex never feels like this for me. It’s more than a physical act with Luke. It’s the melding of our minds, our bodies, and our souls. As he starts rocking inside me, my chest aches with emotions long since buried.

I pull him down on top of me, I need him to surround me, to drown me. To bury the thoughts and worries that I can’t stop my mind from spinning around during the day. I might be his Sunbeam, but he’s my night sky. A cozy blanket of stars shining down so I’m never in the dark.

He hooks my thigh around his hip giving him access to hit me even deeper. I pull his mouth to mine, needing to kiss him so I don’t say something I shouldn’t. He pants against me, all the muscles in his body flexing with each deep thrust. I cry out when he snakes a hand between us, circling my clit the way that sends me over the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” he says against my lips. “Come with me.”

I feel the first surge of his release as he twitches against my clenching walls. My orgasm rolls through me, my walls milking his cock. We stay locked in each other’s arms, our hearts beating wildly against each other’s chests while we come down.

I lied to myself successfully for the past few years, convinced myself that sex with Luke was just average. That I felt like it was better than it was because I had no experience to judge it by. It was definitely a lie. A way to make myself feel better about being heartbroken because that sex was incredible.

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