Page 92 of Forgotten Desires

He could be everything.

The circumstances of our marriage don’t seem forced or convenient, it feels real.

The years of hurt disappear with each thrust.

He releases my hands and I hold onto him. “Fuck, Brynn. You feel . . . fuck . . . you are . . .”

I don’t need him to say it because it’s the same for me. “I know.”

He kisses me hard, his hips moving, and then his hand is under my ass, adjusting the angle.

He’s so deep I have to hold onto his shoulders so I don’t come apart.

Crew pulls out suddenly and I gasp at the emptiness. “Ride me, Bee.”

When he’s on his back, I climb over him. I hesitate, looking down at him, unsure exactly what to do.

He moves my hips and I feel the tip. “Crew, I’ve never . . .”

“I’m right here with you, baby, you control how deep I go.”

I want him all the way. I sink down, my head falling back at the sensation. It’s different and amazing and so much.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Take all of me, Brynn.”

A low moan falls from my lips when there’s no more to go. “Oh, God. So full.”

“Now rock.”

I move my hips again, rubbing against him, and I swear, I’m going to die. It feels so good, so much pressure everywhere. My hands are on his chest as I rock, staring down at him as he looks at me.

My body starts to tremble as the friction grows. “I can’t again,” I say, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed.

“Yes, you can.” He grabs my hips and starts to rock for me. “Come around my cock, Brynn. Let me feel you contract around me.” I fall forward and his lips are at my ear. “You feel so fucking good. You’re so hot, so wet. Listen to the sounds of us together, how your body wants me buried in your tight cunt. Let go, baby. Let it all go, I’ll catch every piece of you as you fall apart and hold you together.”

I can’t take another second. I do as he says, letting go. Letting the sensations overtake me as I rock back and forth. It doesn’t take long before I cry out again, letting another orgasm, an even more intense one, happen.

“Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good,” he pants. Crew holds my hips as he fucks me from the bottom. “I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come.”

He slams into me and then grabs my hair, pulling my head back as he releases. After he’s done and he releases my hair, his mouth finds mine. It’s not a kiss as much as the two of us breathing each other in.

His fingers relax and I lie on top of him, still connected.

Crew pushes my hair back, kissing my nose. “Let’s clean up and then lie here and enjoy the view.”

I get up, heading into the most lavish bathroom I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying something since Crew’s penthouse is ridiculous. I clean up, pull the silk robe around me, and head back to the bed, where he’s propped up on the pillow.

He opens his arms as I approach, and I head to my spot against his chest. Neither of us says anything, we just look out the double doors where the Eiffel Tower is lit up.

“Thank you for bringing me here. For giving me the most incredible time in Paris, and for being you,” I say as I cuddle deeper into him.

Crew’s arms tighten and he sighs deeply. “It’s me who should be thanking you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” He kisses the top of my head and I yawn. “Go to sleep, Bee. I’ll hold you for as long as you’ll let me.”

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