Page 14 of Now & Forever
Gwen shoved her face into the pillow, a long, drawn-out moan eliciting the kind of attention they both craved. It would be a miracle if James could hold off climax for more than another minute. Weeks since they last made love? Desperately wanting her? Living in the moment and foregoing a scripted scene? Miracles could happen, but he wasn’t praying for one right now.
“Give it to me.”
Her sweet groan was all James needed. He held her close, touched her body, and gave her exactly what they both wanted.
It was the harried kind of love that was full of intent and divine purpose. James could easily imagine spending the rest of his life with this woman. From the moment he first kissed her, he knew that was his end-game.
Him. Gwen. Whatever life they carved out together. He didn’t care what kind it was, as long as they had fun and were happy. It was that attitude that had led them on many adventures and opened their hearts and minds to certain things other couples balked at.
Then again, that had always been James’s attitude toward life. He was the son of stuffy rich parents whodidn’tturn out like them, much to their chagrin.
Damnit. He wasn’t supposed to think about them right now. He was only supposed to think about Gwen, and how good she felt.
“Come for me, Gwen.” James was on the edge, but he could hold off a while longer if it meant Gwen stole the show for a second. Besides, what felt better than a woman climaxing on his cock?
Love, perhaps. Those often went together for James Merange.
“I’m coming,” Gwen gasped, voice still muffled by her pillow. James shoved his face between the locks of her hair and kissed the back of her neck. It offered him more leverage as Gwen inevitably shimmied away from him with her oncoming orgasm. He had to findsomeway to pin her down and make her accept what he had to offer. “I’m…”
James may have been on top and in control, but Gwen was the one suffocating him with nothing but her inner walls. Because there she went, clamping onto his cock and bringing him down from his mighty, lofty heights. She cried out in ecstasy, her harriedOh-oh-ohsgrowing louder until she rode an untouchable cloud James could only hope to match.
“Fuck.” The point of no return had arrived. James flung himself on top of her and shoved himself as deep as he could go. But his thrusts had ceased, for his brain was too consumed with the heat of pleasure to keep up with his movements.
“Oh, God.” Gwen’s mouth was open, and her eyes closed. Her body stretched against his, left leg curling tighter around his so she was completely open and accepting of his lovemaking. James languished in the slow waves of orgasm taking over. Never had there been a time in their relationship when Gwen didn’t allow him inside her like this. “That’s unreal.”
James chuckled into the crook of her neck. Here came the fatigue, and he was willing to wallow in it. “You’re unreal.”
“You say thateverytime.”
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, Gwen.”
He rolled onto his back, hand on his face to keep out the offensive light still on in their bedroom. Gwen slowly shifted toward him and took up residence in the turn of his arm.
“You never have.”
A ball of her hair ended up in his fist. James sighed. “We’ll get through this. We get through everything.”
Gwen closed her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“What do you want to do, then?”
“Lay here.”
So they did, for a few minutes, at least.
