Page 146 of Forgotten Desires

His fingers grip my ass, and he thrusts his hips up. “I’d torture you, going so slow, moving at a pace that would be just fast enough to make you close, but too slow to let you come. I’d make you crazy, make you beg for more of my cock, but only give it a little at a time.”

I rock again. “Then what?”

“Then I’d slam into you so hard you felt it the next day.” Oh, how much I wish that could be true. “Why don’t I demonstrate another way?”

I look down at him in confusion. “What?”

“Take off your underwear, Bee.”

I move and pull them down, praying he’s going to ignore the doctor’s orders and let me have what I want.

When I start to go back toward him, he grips my thigh. “Turn around.” I do and he lifts one of my legs, shifting so he’s under me, his mouth near my clit. “Now, I’m going to fuck you with my mouth while you suck my dick.”

I am so turned on, I can’t do anything other than moan. Crew pulls at my knees, so I lower to his face and his tongue swipes against my core. I don’t have time to think or do anything before he’s pulling me almost flat. My body is already tense and close. It’s been so long, and I want this man so much.

Shifting forward, I maneuver myself so I can take him in my mouth. Crew moans against my clit and I feel the vibrations through my limbs. I try to focus on him, wanting him to lose it before me. My hand pumps at him as I suck him deeper, feeling him at the back of my throat. His fingers dig into my ass, and I keep going.

It feels so good and it’s almost impossible to keep up my pace when my body begins to tremble. He moves one hand around and pushes inside, fingering me while his tongue assaults my clit.

Over and over he flicks and makes patterns that cause me to whimper. Then he takes over even more, shifting his hips so that he can control the pace of him fucking my mouth. God, this is too much.

I can’t hold back.

I can’t stop it.

I work harder, moving my hand faster as the two of us chase our releases. He slaps my ass and then pushes his face up more while pulling down.

When I feel his finger rim my ass, I nearly die. He plays just around the edge, not pushing in but letting me know he’s there.

My orgasm rockets through me so intensely, I swear I might have blacked out. He licks and fingers me at the same time, pulling me through so many degrees of pleasure.

“Brynn, I’m going to, baby, move your mouth.” I don’t, though. I stay there, pumping him harder, and he groans. “Fuck, yes. That’s it, good girl, let me come in your mouth.”

He does and I take it all, loving that I brought him there.

I move to the side, curling up against him. “Are you okay?”

My eyes find his. “I’m very okay.”

“I mean your incision. Does anything hurt?”

I smile at him, loving him so much. “Nothing hurts. Everything feels better.”

“Everything is better with you, Bee. Everything.”

And it is. Our lives, our hearts, our souls—our world is brighter, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.

I nestle in tighter, letting his warmth surround me. “Everything is better because we have each other.”

thirty-five

BRYNLEE

~ONE YEAR LATER~

“Can I wear this dress to school tomorrow?” Layla asks as she twirls in her flower girl dress.

“I think it’s a little fancy.” I boop her nose. “But you can wear it around the house anytime you want.”

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