Page 68 of The Best Kind of Forever
“I want you toruinme,” she says, her voice doused in erotic undertones.
With a guttural growl, I ease her off me, then, parting her legs gently, reenter her from a different angle. Her hands clench fistfuls of the sheets as I thrust deeper, her caramel hair fanned out beneath her. I can feel her tremble, see the sweat falling down her temples, hear the skittering of her heart.
“Open,” I demand.
Aeris spreads her thighs wider.
“Your mouth.”
She does as I say. I gather some saliva on my tongue, letting it pool into a string of spit that lowers into her mouth. She meets my eyes with the same smoldering intensity, and I watch as her throat moves to swallow.
Fucking hell.
I slide myself in and partway out of her glorious cunt, obsessed with the way her walls contract around my girth, the lubrication from her previous orgasm wetting the latex of the condom.
“You make me feel so good,” she murmurs, barely getting the sentence out between moans.
“Tell me the time and place, and I’ll be inside you for as long as you want.”
I continue to pump, switching between an aggressive forcefulness and a gentle lull, moans and curses littered between each stroke. My body quivers as I quicken the pace, different sensations intermingling to form one potent concoction. Even in my own grogginess, I can tell she’s close.
“Eyes open, Stacks. I want to see them when they roll back,” I tell her.
Her brown eyes go wide, and her teeth dig into her lower lip. “Hayes, I can’t. I can’t have another—”
“Yes, you can.”
I don’t mean for it to come out so commanding, but the vehemence in my voice doesn’t frighten her.
Her entire body shakes with each of my thrusts. “Oh, God. Hayes, I’m going to come!”
I only get a few more in before she’s coming all over my dick, her orgasm rippling through her like a 4.0 earthquake. She looks so gorgeous with her mouth hanging open and sweat blanketing the hollow of her throat. The image alone spurs me on, and a familiar prickle enflames the tip of my cock.
“Ohhh, fuuuck…” I whimper into her neck, the floodgates inside of me opening. My movements become sloppy as I release into the condom.
After taking care of the condom, I drag myself back to bed, making room for Aeris to lay on my chest. She cuddles into me, her hair draped over my pectorals, her hand steadied over my stomach.
“That was better than I imagined,” I sigh, drawing patterns over her upper back with my finger.
Her eyebrows weave into a willowy arch, and she looks up at me curiously. “How often did you imagine that?”
“Do you want me to be honest?”
“Do I?”
I snort. “Probably not.”
Aeris slaps me playfully, but then her expression sobers. “Thank you, Hayes,” she says quietly, her voice packed with exhaustion. I know she’s probably seconds away from falling asleep.
“For what?”
She nuzzles closer to me, a tiny sigh parting her lightly bitten lips. “For fixing me,” she mumbles, and those three words bludgeon me into a powdery dust.
“You’re not broken, Aeris.”
She’s not. What is she talking about? Why would she say that about herself?
“I am, though. Nobody’s ever wanted me like you have.”
