Page 68 of The One for Forever

“Don’t you dare stop.”

He finally slides his fingertip into my opening. It’s still a tease, but I whimper at the relief of friction. “I have lube, but you don’t need it,” he rasps. “You’re soaking. You’re desperate for me to touch you, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He spreads my wetness over my labia. My clit. I moan shamelessly as he massages my most sensitive places. But I still want more. I wiggle my hips, and he presses his body against me to keep me in place. His erection is long and hard against my thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants.

Just when I get close, the pressure of his fingers turns feather-light and ultra-slow. “No,” I whine. “Not enough.”

He huffs a small, smug laugh. “You’ve waited ten years. You can wait a little longer. It’ll be worth it.”

“You’re evil.” I finally see his sadistic plan. He’s torturing me with slow, drawn-out pleasure.

Rex gets me close again. And stops.Again. But before I can complain, he tugs my hips up a bit more, my back arching.

And then I feel his hot, wet tongue.

I cry out, grasping the sheets in my fists. He’s tonguing my clit from behind. Somehow my body is even more responsive from this angle, because the sensations are driving me wild. He licks my opening before pushing his tongue inside. I can’t control the desperate sounds I’m making. It’s too good.

Rex holds my hips in his rough grip and fucks me with his tongue. Sucks on my clit. And I fall apart. Moaning and shaking. The orgasm is almost violent, it’s so overwhelming.

When I can think again, Rex is lying beside me, cradling me in his arms. He kisses my forehead. “Was that too much? You okay?”

“I’m…yes.”

He grins. “Yes, that was too much?”

“No, it was perfect. We should do that every day after breakfast.”

“Might be difficult with our schedules when we’re back to work, but I’ll see what I can do.”

We’re joking around, but I like that idea. Waking up with him. Having our routine. Our life together. Is that too much to hope for yet? Can Rex possibly be feeling as much as I am right now? I don’t mean the orgasm. I mean this connection. The way my heart jumps when I look at him.

I want more. I want to make him feel as incredible as he did me.

My hand presses against the hard cock in his sweatpants. “Tell me what to do next. Let me make you feel good.” I lick my lower lip. “Please?”

“I want you to ride my cock.”

I nod vigorously. “Yes. Definitely that.”

He reaches behind his head to fist his shirt, pulling it off. Lying down again, he orders, “Take off my sweats.”

Smiling coyly, I hook his waistband with my fingers and inch them down over his hips, while Rex lifts up to help me. His swollen cock pops out. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Very nice. I discard the sweats over the side of the bed. He leans over to open the nightstand drawer and fishes out a condom.

Rex holds out the foil packet. “Put this on me.”

Oh, I like this. I climb over him, straddling his thighs. I make a show of tearing open the wrapper and rolling the condom down his shaft. It’s possible I stroke him a little more than necessary to make sure it’s in place. “What next?”

He bends his elbows and puts his hands behind his head, relaxing. “Put me inside you. Nice and slow. Show me how much you’ve been dying for this cock.”

“Ihavebeen dying for it.”

And I have never had this much fun in bed. He’s giving me that devious grin I’m really starting to appreciate. Who knew Rex was so dirty?

I do as he said. I hold his cock, position my opening at his tip, and start working him inside of me. I gasp at the first pressure of him breaching me. His hands fly to my hips.

“That’s it,” he coos. “Just like that.”

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