Page 40 of Chasing Forever

“I’m right here,” I returned as I dragged my lips down the delicate column of her throat.

“I want you.”

I jerked back at her declaration, my gaze colliding with lust-drunk sea green. My cock jerked, the tip already weeping with my need to be inside her.

I dragged my thumb across her jaw and over her swollen bottom lip. “No miscommunication, Dandelion. Remember?”

There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t give her, but I needed her words. “Take me to bed. Please. I need you to make love to me.”

She let out a yelp and giggled when I reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting her feet off the ground and forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist.

She fit me perfectly, like she was only for me, and there wasn’t a better feeling on the face of the earth than Merritt wrapped around me. She fisted my hair and peppered frantic kisses along my jaw and neck, anywhere she could reach, while I took the stairs as fast as I could to my bedroom.

As soon as her feet touched down on the floor at the foot of the bed, we went at each other, tearing our clothes and throwing them across the room until I was wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, the material barely containing my erection. Merritt stood before me in a lacy, navy-colored bra and matching lace panties.

“Beautiful,” I breathed as I took her in, my eyes feasting on every inch of her. “You’re a goddamn vision, Dandelion.”

“Tristan, hurry,” she pleaded in a needy voice that drove me wild. She reached for my cock, but before her fingers could wrap around it, I grabbed her by the wrist. Her gaze shot up to mine, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“We’ll get to that, but there’s something I need to do first.”

“What?” Her question ended on a squeal when I picked her up and tossed her onto the mattress. With a wicked smile, I grabbed the delicate waistband of her panties and yanked them down her legs. “I need to taste you.”

I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed and pushed her thighs wide, taking in the glistening, swollen flesh of her perfect pussy.

“Tristan—oh my God!” she cried out when I sealed my mouth over her core and licked. My balls drew up the instant her sweet, honeyed taste coated my tongue, and I had to reach into my underwear and squeeze the base of my dick to keep from coming.

“Tristan, yes,” she panted, her hips jerking up off the bed as I alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking my tongue deep inside her. “So good. I-I, oh God, I’m going to come.”

I needed her to fall over that edge, and I needed her to do it fast or I was going to lose it. Sucking her clit between my lips, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, over and over as she shattered. As soon as that first one left her, I crawled up the bed and hovered over her, my face so close I took in each gust of air she blew past her lips and gave it back, sharing one breath. I pushed her legs farther apart with my knees and lowered my hips into the cradle of her thighs. The heat from her pussy against my cock nearly had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Merritt.”

At the sound of her name, her eyelids peeled open to half mast, then flared when my tip bumped against her entrance. “You sure you want this?”

Her hands came up and her fingers tangled in my hair. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

That was all I needed. I pushed in an inch, the feel of her better than anything I’d ever experienced in my life. It took me a second, but then I realized why it felt so phenomenal. “Baby, are you covered?”

She blinked, trying to focus through the haze of that first orgasm. “Huh?”

“Birth control. You say the word and I’ll put on a condom. But if it’s okay with you, I want to feel you bare. Nothing between us.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I-I’m on birth control.”

I nearly drove all the way into her at that declaration but fisted the comforter where my hands were braced in the mattress on either side of her head. “And you’re okay with it?”

She traced my lips with her finger as her eyes locked with mine. “I don’t want there to be anything between us.”

I pushed into her on a smooth glide, hissing through gritted teeth at how exquisite she felt when I bottomed out.

“Tristan,” she cried out, arching her back off the bed and digging her nails into my back.

“Feels like heaven,” I grunted, pulling out and driving back in, each thrust harder than the last. Her body was sheer perfection, and I knew, as I stared down into her eyes, getting lost in the sea green, I would never get enough. She was it for me. I loved her. Whether or not she was ready to hear it didn’t make it any less true. I was in love with her. And I knew I would be until I took my very last breath.

As the room filled with her sweet sounds and sweat beaded between our bodies, I felt her walls flutter around me, and I knew she was getting close.

“Let go, Dandelion,” I grunted, my molars clenched tight to keep from coming before her.

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