Page 15 of Forever

“Need to taste you. Now.”

Without protest, I get on my back and pull her body over mine until her pussy is just above my mouth and return to eating her.

She tastes delicious. Sweet. Like sex and woman and just plain Bel.

Her small hand wraps around my dick, and in a blink her mouth is on me. She sucks in just the tip, her tongue playing over the head of my dick, and I can feel it twitch in her wet mouth.

I growl hard and loud.

This woman will be the end of me.

Anabel smiles. I know, because I can feel it on my dick—quite literally. Then she returns to sucking me. With every bob of her head she takes more and more of me between her lips.

It’s sweet, slow agony.

I let her play, but a man can only take so much of that adorable, little mouth.

Before I lose it like some inexperienced fifteen-year-old kid, I flip her on her back, grab the condom from the nightstand, and settle between her bent legs.

In one swift motion I’m inside of her. I want to close my eyes because it feels so good. So right. But I force them open so I can look at her face in ecstasy. As if she can hear my thoughts, she opens her eyes. Our foreheads touch, eyes locked together as we start moving as one.

Her hands are on my shoulders, fingers digging into my back. My hands are under her, holding her close to me as I thrust into her body. She’s meeting me halfway. Always there to welcome me home.

At first, we move slowly.

I get out almost completely. Just the tip of my cock touches her entrance. Then I slowly move back inside. Back home. Until she’s stretching to accommodate my thickness and length.

We fit perfectly. Two pieces of a puzzle. She’s the ying to my yang. My other half. My heart. My soulmate.

“I need more, Will,” Bel pants against my lips.

I kiss her hard and fast, not breaking our eye contact. “I know.”

We increase our tempo. There is nothing refined about this moment. We are just us. Real and raw. Bel and Will. Just two people that are connected on the most primal level. Two people that love and feel and need.

Slick skin slides against slick skin. We are both sweaty all over and we can barely hold on, but there is nothing that could make us let go. Not now. Not ever.

The bed squeaks, the headboard bumping into the wall in tune with the fast, hard movements of our bodies. I can feel her squeeze me, swallow me in. The pressure builds in my lower back, and I go even harder, trying to reach our release.

I go so hard, so fast, I don’t even get out of her. I just go in and in and in. Like there is no end. Like we are one.

One mind.

One body.

One soul.

Anabel calls my name, her pussy squeezing me, milking me strongly. I unleash everything I’ve been holding back until the pressure in my back erupts and I fall with her.

“Tink,” I groan loudly, my dick pulsing inside of her until there is nothing else to give. Until we are both spent and sweaty lying in the middle of our bed.

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