Page 18 of Losing the Forbidden
“Bedroom,” she breathes without even opening her eyes.
I’m still inside her as we crash against the wall at the top of the stairs and eventually make it to her bedroom door and tumble inside.
Dropping her to her bed, I make quick work of removing the clothing that’s still on my body. If she thinks a quick, angry fuck is it for us, then she’s got another think coming.
She’s still laid out when I step up to her and pull her dress from around her waist. It’s quickly followed by her underwear until there’s nothing between us. Climbing on top of her, my hands land on her cheeks and I stare into her eyes as I try to convince myself that this is real. Our breaths mingle and our chests heave. Eventually, my need for her has me dropping my lips to hers. I trail my lips down her jaw and drop them to her breasts, continuing what we started on the stairs.
She whimpers above me and chants my name as I suck one and then the other into my mouth.
“Ben. Please,” she begs.
Unable to deny her anything, I slide my hand down her body and circle her clit.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, finding her soaked with the evidence of our previous encounter.
She sucks in a breath when my finger teases her entrance. Her entire body trembles with her desperation for release. Hunger and want fills me with my desire to be the one to give her what she needs.
Finding her entrance, I push one and then two fingers inside her while still licking at her breast. Her breathing increases and her moans get louder.
Just before she’s about to fall over the edge, I remove all contact.
Climbing down the bed, I force her thighs apart and stare at her.
She props herself up on her elbows and looks down her body at me. The sight alone almost makes the last six years worth it.
I already knew that I never stopped loving her, but in this moment, with my heart pounding in my chest, I’m surer than ever that she’s the only one for me.
I open my mouth to say something, but obviously sensing it’s going to be something she can’t handle, she softly shakes her head.
Trying to put everything I need to say to her to the back of my mind, I focus on the task in hand.
With my hands on her thighs, keeping her legs wide, I lower my head and circle my tongue around her clit.
She moans when I start to add more pressure—I’m desperate to hear the noise she makes when I tip her over the edge.
The fact that we’re not alone in the house is far from my mind as I slide two fingers inside her and find the place that will ensure an earth-shattering release.
“Oh god, oh god,” she chants as I feel the beginnings of her orgasm.
Upping my efforts, I press my tongue harder against her until her entire body tenses under me.
My name is a cry on her lips as her body shatters into a million pieces. I continue stroking her, ensuring it lasts as long as possible. If she remembers one thing tomorrow about this day, then I want to make damn sure it’s this.
Her eyes are dazed and glassy when I climb on top of her. Wasting no time, I shift her up higher and slam my lips down on hers. She moans the second her tongue slides against mine, and I know it’s because she can taste herself on me.
With one hand holding the back of her head, the other explores her body. I tease her breast and nipple before finding her pussy once again. She’s writhing against my fingers almost immediately.
She’s been waiting for this moment for six years, just like I have. There’s so much I want to say to her right now, but I keep the words inside, scared that one wrong move might be the end. I’m nowhere near ready to walk away from this, but I know it’s going to happen. I just need to make the most of the time I have.
She might be fully on-board with this right now, but I’ve no doubt she’s going to regret it. If I was less of an arsehole, I might stop, but I’m fucking powerless to walk away from this woman.
“I need you.” I don’t need to hear any more. In one move, I’m lined up at her entrance and gently pressing inside.
“Look at me,” I demand, pulling back from her lips. She does as I say, and her eyelids flicker open until I’m staring down into her eyes, into her soul. “Me and you,” I whisper as I thrust. “Always.”
Everything falls into place the moment I’m inside her once again. This is where I’m meant to be. Where I belong.
“What’s wrong?” Looking into her concerned eyes, I realise that I’ve stopped moving.
