Page 13 of Forever

“I guess we are.”

*

WILLIAM

After a whole day, I finally manage to get Bel to myself.

Finally.

Spending time with our family and friends is always fun, but at this moment, I need my dose of Tink more than I need to breathe.

Even before we get to our apartment my hands are on her. Holding her hand. Pulling her closer to my side. My hand that’s on the small of her back gets under the hem of her jersey—my jersey—stroking her soft, silky skin.

When we get inside, I shut the door, ignoring the loud bang still hanging in the air from the strong impact. I press her against the closed door. My hands get lost in her long hair as I claim her lips.

Bel surrenders to me. Like she always does.

My mouth attacks hers without mercy, and she’s kissing me right back.

Our kisses are long and hard. My teeth nibble at her lip. Bel moans deeply at the soft swipe of my tongue over her swollen lip before she opens her mouth to let me in.

At the first impact of our tongues, we both moan in delight. The sound suppressed and low.

Anabel’s hands find my shoulders, one moving further to the nape of my neck. Her delicate fingers get lost in the strands of my hair and she pulls me closer. The silky tongue moving deeper in my mouth.

I groan. Hard and loud. I can feel the bulge in my pants grow even more, painfully pressing against the fly of my pants.

When Bel is around I’m always in some state of arousal. I can’t help myself. She’s this mix of sexy and innocent. With all this hair and those blue eyes darker than night she’s so beautiful, and she doesn’t even know it. She doesn’t have any idea how she affects me. That girl could bring me to my knees with one look, one expression on her face, and she doesn’t even know it.

She lifts on the tips of her toes to compensate for the difference in our heights, but I know it must be difficult for her, so my hands slide to her butt, curling around those sweet, round cheeks, and pull her up.

Her center meets mine, rubbing against each other.

I hiss as my dick jerks with need.

Bel wraps her legs around my middle, bringing us together. Involuntarily, my hips twitch in her direction.

Loud moans and hard breathing are the only sound filling the room.

We break the kiss.

Our foreheads touch.

Black hair tickles my cheeks, but I don’t push it away. I savor the feel of it. Savor every soft breath that touches my skin.

“Take me to bed,” she demands. Her voice low and husky.

I give her butt a squeeze to get a better hold of it—and because she has one really freaking nice ass—and start going to my bedroom.

Our bedroom.

The first time she came back to the States after our away time—I don’t call it a breakup because I didn’t agree on it—I gave her the key and moved her into my place.

I stocked the fridge with all the things she likes to eat and went to the bookstore to get her some books written by the authors I saw when I was at her place. I even went as far as taking her shopping once she finally got here because I didn’t like her always having to carry her stuff back and forth.

Anabel is my home, and my home is her home too. I wanted her to feel that way.

Now, the cupboards have all of our favorite food. Her books, notebooks, pencils, and Post-It notes are all over the apartment mixed with my sports magazines and workout gear. Her makeup and shampoos and other shit are spread in the bathroom. Her clothes are taking half my closet, and I can’t remember a time when I was happier.

---