Page 91 of Forgotten Desires

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls away. “You have always been with me, even when I couldn’t have you.”

“I’m here now,” I say, my hand moving up and down his spine as I look into his blue eyes.

“You are.”

And I want him. I want to touch him, kiss him, feel him inside of me where he’s always been.

“So what are you going to do with me?”

“I’m going to make you scream.”

Well, I like the sound of that. I move my hand down to his pants and push them and his boxer briefs over his hips. He kicks them off and then he’s gloriously naked in front of me. Crew takes a step back and wraps his hand around his cock.

I watch as he pumps up and down slowly as he looks at me. “Take the rest of your clothes off. Stay on your knees, I want to see all of you.”

I unhook my bra, pulling the straps and letting the bra fall to the bed. Then I remove my underwear and throw it on the floor. “Do you like what you see?” I ask, feeling self-conscious.

I don’t know why I feel that way because the look in his eyes tells me I have nothing to worry about.

“No, Bee, I fucking love what I see. There isn’t a more beautiful view in the world than you, naked and ready for me.”

I am so damn ready.

He strokes his cock again and I’m mesmerized by him. “Crew, I want you.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

I move toward him, getting off the bed, and put my hand where his hand was. I move slowly, trying to learn what makes him feel good. “Like this?”

“Just like that.”

“I want . . .” I start, but stop, feeling embarrassed to say it. I liked when he was talking to me so I didn’t get in my head. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your lips around my cock while you play with your clit.” I kiss my way down his chest and sink onto my knees. Crew looks down at me, his fingers slide through my hair, guiding me. “Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth.”

I open my lips and take him in. He groans loudly as he fills my mouth and I move my hand to my clit. I moan around him, and he pulls his hips back and holds my head as he moves forward.

I rub myself as Crew sets a pace. “That’s it, baby,” he croons. “You feel so fucking good. Play with yourself, make yourself ready for me.” I was ready before we even started this, but I do as he says. I can feel my orgasm starting to build and Crew’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Don’t come, Brynn. Hold it off. You’re going to come against my tongue, not before.”

Yeah, I’m not so sure that’s possible, but I grunt in acknowledgment and slow down the circles against my clit.

I lift my gaze to his and he moves his hips again before pulling out. “I need you, lie down.”

Crew helps me to my feet, moving me where he wants me. I’m on the bed and he’s pulling my legs forward, so my ass is at the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees, tossing my legs over his shoulders. My heels go flying to the floor, and he doesn’t waste a second as his flat tongue licks me.

“Oh God,” I pant. “I’m close already.”

He is like a man starved. He licks and flicks his tongue over and over. I moan and writhe against the bed, my toes curling as pleasure floods my senses.

All that exists is Crew.

He continues to devour me and I’m panting and struggling to breathe. It feels so good, so damn good and I need to release. “I can’t,” I breathe. “Please, I can’t take any more.”

He doubles his efforts, and he starts to finger me. It’s too much. I fall apart, crying out his name and incoherent words as my orgasm rocks through me.

He climbs up my body, taking my arms and putting them over my head. His hand holds my wrists, and I feel him at my entrance.

Our eyes meet and I nod as he pushes inside of me. My mouth falls open as I’m filled with him. I swear, I could stay like this forever because when he’s with me like this, I feel healed. I feel like this could be more.

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