Page 58 of Fighting for the Forbidden
“I never thought I’d get this again. Jesus, Lauren. Fuck.” His hand brushes down my body and slips inside my jumper. “I need more. I need everything.”
His fingers skim across my stomach before he finds the button holding my jeans closed. He makes quick work of popping it open, and in seconds, he’s sliding his fingers inside and past the lace covering what he wants.
“Fuck,” he grunts when he finds me wet and ready for him.
His fingers circle my clit, and quiet whimpers and begs for more fall from my lips. “Ben, please,” I moan as he circles my entrance, teasing me.
My orgasm is just in reaching distance when he stills and pulls his hand from my jeans.
“I need to be inside you right now.” He undoes his own trousers and pushes them and his boxers down his thighs. His cock bobs in front of him, the head purple and already glistening at the tip. “Lauren,” he growls, and I manage to come back to myself enough to shimmy out of my jeans and knickers.
“I don’t think you should be—”
My words are cut off as he wraps his hand around my thigh and hitches it up to give him the space he needs. With his hand wrapped around his cock, he bends his knees and lines us up.
We both moan as he sinks into me. My walls ripple around him and the pleasure takes over my entire body. I’ve no idea if his moan was in pleasure or pain, or a little of both.
Dragging my eyelids open, I look up at him. All his muscles are pulled tight, his eyes locked on me as he starts to thrust in and out of me. I want to ask if he’s okay, but he hits me deeper and I lose all train of thought. The only thing I can focus on is him and the sensations he’s causing within me.
“So fucking good,” he grunts, his movements never faltering. “I want to feel you, baby. Show me how good it feels having me inside you.” His words, along with his thrusts, push me higher and higher, closer to my release.
Wrapping my arms tighter around his shoulders, I try to take a little more of my weight to help him. It changes our angle slightly and my orgasm hits, taking me by surprise. I cry out his name as he picks up the tempo a little. Dropping his head into the crook of my neck, I feel him swell inside me before he growls and releases everything he has.
We stay exactly as we are for the longest time, locked in our embrace and him softening inside me.
“Are you okay?” I whisper eventually.
Pulling his head up, he looks down at me. He’s eyes are alight, and any tension that was on his face previously has gone. “I can honestly say I’ve never been better.” The smile that splits his face melts my heart.
“That didn’t hurt?”
“Like a motherfucker, but it was so fucking worth it.”
I laugh but only briefly, my concern for him taking over. “You need to go and lie down.”
“But I’m not finished with you yet.” He pouts.
“I wasn’t suggesting we’d finished, just that you need to lie down.” Desire floods his face as realisation dawns, but something more serious soon dampens it down. “What? What’s wrong?”
Stepping back from me, he takes my face in his hands. The look on his face has nerves racing through me, and I start to panic.
“Lauren,” he breathes. “I fucking love you. Not a minute has gone by in which I haven’t.”
The breath I was holding comes rushing out of me. “I love you too, Ben. I always have.”
Our eye contact holds, silent promises passing between us until he ruins the moment as only he can. “I think it’s time you showed me. I’m an invalid, after all.” Backing up, he awkwardly pulls his shirt over his head and kicks his jeans and boxers from his legs so he’s standing in front of me, gloriously naked. “You’re wondering how you resisted for so long, aren’t you?”
“There’s still time for me to change my mind.”
“No fucking chance. Now, get naked and get over here.”
I’ve no idea what time we eventually fall asleep, but when we do, it’s wrapped in each other’s arms. I sleep better than I have in about six years. Giving in to my feelings for him settled something inside me that’s been restless all this time. I could have continued fighting, but I would have always ended up back here, in his arms. It’s where I belong.
