Page 205 of Forever

“Harder.” She tried to match my slow thrusts with her hips.

She was driving me crazy with her requests. Suddenly all I could think about was tying her up. Teasing her. Fucking her senseless. I was trying so hard to remain in control.But even the heat from the fire seemed to be spurring me on.

I reached up and pulled the front of her dress down. I heard something pop.

“Matt! There’s buttons!”

I knew she’d specifically asked me not to ruin her dress, but she was driving me fucking crazy. “We can get it fixed.”

“Screw it.” She grabbed the sides of my face and pulled my lips back to hers.

I undid a few of the buttons on the back of her dress as she pushed off her sleeves.

I pulled down the front of her dress without any resistance this time. I kissed between her breasts.

“Harder,” she said again.

I bit down on one of her nipples and she moaned. But I didn’t increase my pace. I slid in and out of her slowly. She gripped me tight, like she was trying to make me lose control.

“Harder,” she repeated.

I chuckled against her skin. “Baby, do you seriously want to remember our wedding night with…you on your knees and me fucking you from behind?”

“Yes, that! Good idea.” She pushed on my chest and slid away from me. And then she got on all fours. She hiked her skirt up out of the way.

I was really loving what being pregnant was doing to her. I leaned forward and kissed one of her exposed ass cheeks.

“Matt,” she said. “Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk for days.”

If that’s what she wanted, I’d give her what she liked. I’d wanted this to be the perfect romantic night. But it didn’t matter, we’d always remember tonight as beingromantic. And I had an idea. “Be a good girl and go put your hands against the glass.”

She looked over her shoulder at me.

I nodded toward the windows and then spanked her ass.

She moaned.

I stared down at the wedding band on my finger. The red mark left on her ass was the same, but the ring made it feel different. And I could definitely get used to the sight of that. I massaged where I spanked. “You know I hate repeating myself. Hands on the glass. Now.”

Brooklyn stood up, lifted her skirt, and walked over to the window. She let her skirt fall back in place. And she didn’t seem to care at all that the front of her dress was pulled down. I could see the reflection of her tits in the glass.

She was so fucking gorgeous.

I watched her place her hands on the glass and arch her back.

I stood up and pulled my pants back up. My erection strained against the zipper. I slowly approached her. I was completely transfixed by the shadows dancing across her skin.

I’d wanted to make love to her.

To take our time.

But I could make this memorable too. I glanced out at the view of Central Park and the city in the distance. She was about to give me another first.

Chapter 45

Friday

Brooklyn

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