Page 77 of Forgotten Desires

I keep my eyes on him as he unbuttons my jeans. The soft sound of the zipper being pulled down fills the room. I’m surprised I can hear anything with the pounding of my pulse in my ears, but I stay in the moment.

Crew clears his throat. “Do you want them off?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good.”

He slides the material down, shifting from side to side until they’re off. He runs his hands up my legs and then hooks his fingers in my underwear.

I nod when he looks to me again. “I want this.”

And I mean it. I want him and this and us and a chance to erase the memories from the last time.

He slides my underwear off and then grasps my leg. He kisses my foot, my ankle, and then the calf. Slowly, Crew moves up my leg, spreading my thighs apart. “So fucking beautiful.”

The blood in my veins is like fire, burning me from the inside out. My chest is heaving as he moves closer.

“Watch me, Brynlee.”

I can’t. I shake my head.

He runs his tongue along my center and doesn’t move. “Open your eyes. Watch me worship you.”

Crew pushes me, my legs completely apart, holding me open to him. I do as he asks and meet his gaze.

“Good girl. Keep your eyes on me and I won’t stop, but if you close them again or look away, I will. You get to decide how long I do this for. You’re in control, Brynn.”

My heart is pounding, and I nod because I didn’t realize just how much I needed to know I can stop this or keep it going. That he’s giving over the power to me so I can be comfortable.

He moves his head to my core and his flat tongue slides against my clit. I moan, but keep my eyes on him, watching as he does it over and over. Crew moans as he moves his tongue in different patterns. The desire to close my eyes and just get lost is enormous, but I don’t want him to stop.

I move my hand into his hair, letting his silky dark locks slide through my fingers. He pushes my legs farther open and flicks his tongue faster.

“I can’t . . . I can’t . . .” I pant as I climb higher with pleasure. “Oh...”

He moves faster, sucking harder on my clit and changing the pressure. My fingers move to the comforter, gripping the fabric. Still, his eyes don’t leave mine.

“Crew,” I say his name softly and I can’t hold back much longer. “It’s coming. Please. More. Don’t stop.”

I say that last part because I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. The pleasure is coming so hot and fast, I have to keep myself from falling apart.

My orgasm rips through me as he continues, not letting up even though my legs are clamped around his head, fingers gripping the sheet so tight I swear it might tear, and holding my breath so I don’t scream.

My body gives way to the intense pressure and he kisses his way back up over my belly, my breasts, and then my neck.

Slowly I open my eyes to see his face above mine. I run my fingers through his hair. “I’m in control still?”

He nods.

“Then I want more.”

“Do you?”

I grin. “Yes. I want you. All of you.”

“You have it.”

I move to sit up and cup his beautiful face. “One night.”

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