Page 87 of This Kind of Forever
“Make me come, Gabe.”
The demand in her voice rips my restraint to shreds. Hands on her knees, I widen her thighs, then take hold of her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy. Her fingers are slick.
I guide her hand to her mouth. She gazes up at me in confusion, those baby blues big and wide.
“Suck.”
Understanding flashes, and I watch as she cleans her own arousal from her fingers. The sight makes me impossibly harder.
“You’re doing so good, baby, doing everything I tell you,” I say. “Now I’ll give you what you want.”
Hallie sits up, grabbing the condom I tossed on the mattress beside her. She shoves me until I land back on my ass, and then she’s climbing into my lap.
“Greedy girl,” I murmur against her ear.
“I want you,” she says.
“You have me.”Forever, if you want it.
I can’t hold back any longer. As soon as she rolls the condom onto my length, I’m finding her entrance and pushing inside. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and her lips part with a cry as I fill her.
Hallie’s knees dig into the mattress on either side of my hips, and she grinds against me as she lets herself drop down. My hands find her lush hips, fitting themselves there.
Now that we’re joined, there isn’t any hurry to our movements. Hallie wraps her arms around the back of my neck, bringing her bare chest flush to mine as she rocks against me. Despite the torture now, the slow build will be worth it.
“Will it always feel like this?” she asks, her words loose, followed by a gasp when my cock hits a certain spot inside her.
“I fucking hope so, baby,” I murmur.
Hallie tips her head back, exposing the column of her throat, and her hair brushes my fingers where they sit at the top of her ass.
“Gabe. More, please.”
I don’t waste a second reaching between us to thumb her clit. Her thighs tighten around my hips at the pressure, and the next time she grinds her pelvis against mine, she seems to take me impossibly deeper.
“Fuck, Hallie,” I grit out. “You feel so good.”
“I want to come now. Make me come.”
Gripping her waist, I lift her off my cock, despite her protests. Then I lay her on her back. She’s reaching for me, a question on her lips, when I take hold of a pillow.
“Lift your hips for me, baby.”
She complies immediately, and I slide the pillow beneath her. Then I grip her thighs, helping her spread them, before plunging inside her again. Her pussy flutters around me.
“Don’t stop,” she demands.
With each thrust, I watch her breasts bounce.
Soon, I can’t stop my orgasm from barrelling through me. With the way Hallie clenches around me, she’s in the same boat.
We’re both breathing heavily, trying to come down from the high. I slide out of her, and she sits up, wrapping her arms around me and pressing soft kisses to my lips.
We take turns in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.
After that first night, she moved her toiletries to my en suite. I didn’t ask her to, but she saw the look on my face when I found her missing from my bed. She knew it would make me feel better having her stuff here, and it does.
Now every time she gets up and starts her night routine, I have no doubt she’ll be finding her way back to me.
