Page 66 of The Best Kind of Forever
Aeris has her hands in her lap. “I saw your interview.”
“You did?”
“I did.”
She walks over to me and lightly touches my arm. Pinpricks line my exposed flesh, calling out for her body to merge with mine—to the point where we can’t decipher where one of us ends and the other begins.
“It was perfect, Hayes,” she says.
I don’t know if she realizes it, but she’s donning some pretty irresistible bedroom eyes right now.
“I mean, Iwasgoing for perfect,” I tease, my heart roaring as loud as an exploding landmine.
Without another word, she attacks me with an earth-shattering kiss, raking my bottom lip with her teeth. She sucks the breath out of me, and when I come back up for air, lust fills me like flour in a measuring cup.
I haven’t seen her in a week, but it’s felt like a lifetime. You’d be surprised how much sexual frustration can build up in just seven days.
I waste no time ripping a line clean down the middle of her shirt, with such force that it makes her voluptuous tits jiggle. I want to pull the pigment from her cheeks and paint every curve of her body; I want to make her see every color of euphoria when she orgasms.
My lips are on her neck, then on her collarbone, then I’m taking the top of her breast between my teeth. A dewdrop of purple blossoms against her flesh, and I soothe the bite with a tender lick.
She rubs the front of her body against me, galvanized to create friction. Aeris angles herself to give me the meat of her thigh to grind myself into, and the way she’s rutting her hips over my dick coaxes my balls to tighten.
I undress myself unceremoniously, but I take my time to help her out of her pants. I slide one leg down, then strip off the other. She’s wearing plain, cotton underwear—which are already slick with her arousal—and once I remove them, I’m greeted by the glistening sight of her puffy, pink lips.
My cock strains almost painfully, and as badly as I want to give it a firm rub, I keep my hands on the curve of Aeris’ waist.
“Aeris, after we’re done here, you’re not going to remember what other men have felt like inside of you,” I say.
My promise seems to rile her up, and she smushes her breasts against my chest, those pretty nipples of hers begging me to suck them in my mouth like I’m feasting on my own personal paradise.
Her teeth graze my earlobe, followed by the whispering of sweet nothings, and I lose any ounce of self-control I have. Aeris’ tongue travels the shell of my ear, knowing exactly how to make me fold under her dainty touch—which I do. I’m milliseconds from collapsing to my knees, and I grip her hips roughly in an effort to steady myself.
Her roaming touch, the warmth of her breath on every inch of me, the hunger and eagerness breaking through her gaze—they all work together to create a radioactive cocktail that stirs the ache in my belly.
“Is that so, Hollings? A little cocky much, don’t you think?”
“If I’m cocky for knowing exactly how to please you, then give me a fucking trophy.”
We trip over discarded piles of clothes on the floor, and I push her up against the wall. Not an ideal surface, but I’m too hungry to find a softer one. A surprised moan rends the air, though she’s quick to jump on board as her fingers claw through the scruff of my hair.
I smash my mouth onto hers, teasing her lower lip with my incisors. Our tongues collide in a whirlwind of passion, stroking, taking turns devouring each other. It’s a taste of heaven with a side of hell. A moan gathers at the base of her throat, and I can practically swallow her growing libido. She digs her nails into my back, which I know will leave behind red track marks.
“You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?” My dick juts against her stomach.
“Yes, Hayes.” Her hands pull at me greedily, then slide down to pet my cock, catching the pre-cum starting to dribble down my shaft. “Claim every inch of me as yours.”
“Mine,” I growl, punctuating the statement with a kiss to her collarbone. A kiss that just so happens to morph into another hickey marring pristine skin.
“Say it, Aeris. Tell me your pussy is mine and nobody else’s.”
My fingers move meticulously down her body—a slow drag that makes her quiver—and I gently skim her vagina. God, she’s so wet.
A mewl wavers from her lips, and I feel her cunt pulse underneath my touch, my fingers already soaked from the preview her body’s given me.
Her voice hoarsens. “My pussy is yours. And nobody else’s.”
That sounds so good coming out ofhermouth. My dick twitches at the thought of being coddled by her slick heat, and if I wasn’t so occupied with getting her off first, I’d bury myself to the hilt inside her.
