Page 42 of Forever Endeavor

“Oooh, you are,” she cooed. He did it again on the other side, this time a bit harder and much to her liking from her moan of pleasure. He pulled her back against him, grinding on her ass as he filled his hands with her soaped-up tits. She braced herself while he frisked her, concentrating on making those nipples as diamond-hard as they were in the kitchen. By the time his work was done, she was panting and propped against him.

“Please,” she asked, putting one foot up on the side of the tub. “Touch me.”

She didn’t need to ask twice. His hand slid down her belly, slipping into the slick heat between her legs, dipping in and dragging his fingers up, over and around her clit. Her breathing quickened as her luscious breasts rose and fell. He knew and loved the nuance of each sound and sigh she made in her building arousal as much as how her body responded. Her back arched against himas he brought her to the edge. “Come on baby, I want to hear it,” he rasped.

She let out a deep, guttural moan and pushed back against him as she spasmed repeatedly on and around his fingers. He literally had her in the palm of his hand.

“Fuck me, that was amazing,” she wheezed, the aftershock tremors rippling her body strong enough to be felt in his. It stirred him to grow hard again like sexual witchcraft.

“This is crazy, but I still want you,” he whispered, grazing his teeth against her shoulder.

She turned and looked down at Mr. Happy grinning up at her. “I want you too,” she said, wrapping her fingers around him and giving a gentle squeeze. “So, what say we towel off and move to drier ground?”

While Billie took a few extra moments in the bathroom to comb her hair, Sonny waited on top of his bed. He debated whether to leave on the towel or whip it off, so he left it around his waist. Silly really. There was no need for modesty at this point, and not like he was able to hide how badly he wanted her beneath a thin layer of terrycloth. She appeared in the doorway in an open robe, tantalizingly parted to reveal most of her delicious body except those mouth-watering nipples winking at him from beneath the fabric. Sonny feasted his eyes on everything that was bared to him and used his imagination to fill in the rest.

“I didn’t know whether to cover up or just prance in stark naked,” she said. “In the end, I compromised.”

“Same,” he answered, whipping off the towel. He tossed it to the floor and lay waiting as Billie made her way to him, her tongue wetting her lips as she stared lustfully at his desire. She let the robe flow off her shoulders as she crawled over him, her cool, damp hair and rigid nipples kissing his skin as she licked her way up to his mouth. He had a condom at the ready, rolling it on as they kissed. She positioned herself over his cock, drawing her knees up and opening her hips wide as she eased herself down. Being inside her felt so good he wanted to bottle it, save it, and savor it the rest of his life. She already fucking possessed him.

“Oh, you fill me up perfectly, baby.” Motionless, their eyes locked into an intense gaze. He drank in the beautiful sight of her upright, shoulders back, bounteous breasts and pebbled nipples jutting like an erotic goddess. She set the pace, and he followed her lead, falling into rhythm with the movement of her hips and the sound of her breathy moans. His hands slid around to grip and hold her as she rocked and writhed, but there was no doubt that she was a woman on top in every sense, building the heat and tension between them as she rode him fast and hard, and then slow and deliberate. She controlled it all, down to the very moment she chose to pull the pin and unravel, tossing her head back and gasping his name as she milked his release in time with hers. She slid off and down into his arms, and he quickly shed the condom. “That was—”

“Oh yeah, it was,” he agreed, eyes closing as a lazy grin spread across his face. After a few minutes of blissful, post-coital silence, she finally asked, “You hungry?”

“Yeah, I could really go for something now,” he said. “You?”

“I guess I could put the chicken back in if you don’t mind waiting another hour.”

Sonny lifted his head to read the bedside clock. It was already 7:25. “Forget the chicken, we gotta get going. Come on, baby, time to get up and get dressed.”

Her eyes flew open. “Why? What’s going on?”

He pulled her in for a quick kiss before rolling to the edge of the mattress. “We’re going out. I can’t tell you where, but I promise it’ll be worth it. You just gotta trust me.”

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