Page 19 of Losing the Forbidden
I can see that warning on her face once again, so I swallow down my words and resume what I started. I thrust into her, and her back arches from the bed and her eyes close.
Dropping my head to her neck, I set about making her scream once again.
Chapter Eight
I roll us over so she’s on top. With my hands on her hips, I help her move as she brings us both closer to our releases.
“Lauren,” I grunt. I’m so close, but I need her to come first. I need to feel her squeezing my cock tight. “Let me feel you.”
She moves her hands from where she was playing with her tits and runs one down her stomach. I watch its descent, desperate to see her bring herself to orgasm.
Her mouth drops open when she finds her clit and I feel the first signs of her impending release.
“That’s it. Let go, Lauren.” She throws her head back and screams at my demand as she clamps down on me so hard that it forces me into my own release.
I groan as I empty everything I have inside her. Six years of waiting, of imagining I’d get the chance again has a lump growing in my throat and tears stinging my eyes. I feel like a pussy, but I can’t help it. I’ve never felt anything with the other women, and now I’m here, everything is starting to bubble over.
Looking forward, Lauren gazes down at me. Her emotions are clear as day on her face. Thankfully, it isn’t regret that is staring back at me. The sadness over what today held is too strong to allow anything else in.
Running my hands around her back, I encourage her to lie down on my chest.
The second our skin connects her body starts trembling. I’ve no idea what to do to help, other than just hold her.
We stay locked in our embrace for the longest time. The after-effects of my orgasm have long since faded, but having her naked body pressed up against mine ensures my arousal isn’t too far away.
I start to think she’s fallen asleep and wonder what I should do for the best when I feel her start to kiss the tattoo on my neck. Her lips move over the ink and goosebumps race across my skin.
“It says regret,” I whisper, feeling the need to explain just a small part of the tattoo that wasn’t there before.
She sucks in a breath and stills. I panic that I’ve said the wrong thing, that I’ve fucked up, but after a second, her fingertip tickles across the ink on my pec.
“You always said you’d get more. They’re incredible.”
I know the moment she finds it. She stops and every muscle in her body tenses as she sits up and stares down at me.
“Lauren?”
“W-why…why is that there?” She doesn’t take her eyes away from the place where her name is inked onto my skin.
“I told you, I never forgot anything about you. Nothing’s ever changed for me.” Reaching out, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and the gentle touch has her eyes finding mine.
“But—”
Placing my fingers over her lips, I whisper, “Not now. Not tonight.”
Rolling her over, I go into her en suite to find a cloth to clean her up with.
My heart jumps into my throat when I return and find her still naked on the bed. Everything I’m desperate to say to her is on the tip of my tongue, but I know she’ll never accept it. Not right now, anyway.
Climbing back on to the bed, I encourage her to open her legs and gently clean her up with the warm cloth.
“I didn’t use—”
“I’m on the pill,” she whispers, regret starting to creep into her tone.
I nod, not really giving a fuck if she wasn’t. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure she damn well knows it.
Getting the sense she’s about to send me away, I drop the cloth, pull her into my arms and press my lips to hers. I’m not ready to let her go yet.
