Page 80 of Forgotten Desires

When I move my hips back, I push inside her slowly. Her eyes open and her grip increases.

I pause, not wanting to hurt her.

“Tell me when to move,” I say, holding myself statue still. She’s so fucking tight, so hot, so perfect. Every part of me is screaming to go deeper, to thrust hard.

“Try now,” she says, but I feel her body tense when I go another inch in.

“Put your hand between us, baby,” I urge. “Feel where we meet.”

She releases one hand and does so, and the pads of her fingers touch my dick and I let out a groan. “Now what?” she asks.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good like I did before.”

I would give my life to be able to watch her right now. Instead, I get to feel parts of it when her hand moves to my cock, sliding her wetness against the two of us joined.

When I hear her breathing increase, I push a little deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“More,” she pants.

“Keep touching yourself,” I urge. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside of you. I want to feel your pussy tight around my cock.”

“Oh God.”

“Look at me, Brynn,” I command, wanting her eyes while I sink deeper.

She does and I push more. “Stay with me. Stay here with me.” I pull my hips back, sliding into her deeper still. There’s no pain in her eyes, only pleasure and something else.

The connection is like nothing I’ve ever known two people could share.

Brynn’s hand comes to my face, resting on my cheek. “Crew.”

My hips continue to move, the two of us setting a slow, steady rhythm. There are no words spoken between us, but we say what we need to. I give her everything I can, wanting this to be good for her.

I’m close though. She feels too good and I have to use every trick not to go too fast. I want her to come again.

She bites down on her lower lip. “Oh, I can’t hold on.”

I watch her head tilt back as she orgasms. Her fingers dig into my back and then scrape down my sides.

I can’t stop myself, I follow right after her, kissing her and moaning into her mouth.

The two of us work to catch our breath and her hands move up and down my back. Slowly, I lift my head, praying I don’t see regret in her eyes.

She smiles. “I’d say your dreams have been really good.”

I laugh and kiss her again. “That was just a daydream, I have no shortage of ideas.”

I roll to the side, and she exits the bed, wrapping herself in my shirt and heading into the bathroom.

Once I’ve cleaned up, I get into bed and watch for her. She exits wearing my shirt and I realize how fucking sexy it is. She climbs in, her cheeks red, lips swollen, and hair in a ponytail.

“Come here,” I say, opening my arms. Brynlee doesn’t hesitate, she plasters herself to me and I pull her tight. “I’m going to hold you all night and you don’t have to worry about me being gone in the morning, I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes find mine. “Thank you for tonight—and today. The coop, the diner, and then . . . you know.”

“The orgasms?” I ask with one brow raised.

“Yes, add that to the list.”

---