Page 101 of Choosing a Forever
Tears burn behind my eyes, but I hold them back. His voice, so familiar, used to be a comfort. Now, it’s reiterating the fact I was nothing more than a trial on his way to salvation.
When he’s done talking, I get up and quietly leave the church building.
As soon as I’m in my car, the tears stream steadily down my face.
This was a good thing.
Now I can finally let Talmage Monson go.
This is the best night of my life.
After pining for Talmage for years and spending the last month wishing I could have him like this, it’s better than any of my fantasies.
Sex has always been transactional in the past. Yes, I’ve enjoyed it and have had a few good experiences with past hookups, but nothing compares to the connection Tal and I are forging right now.
It has nothing to do with him being a virgin or the fact I’ve been pretty much celibate for the past five years.
Even if he had more experience or I’d been having sex in the recently, being together for the first time like this would be life-altering and soul-changing. The connection we share, the invisible string tying us together even when we were apart is too strong to ever fully break, and it heightens everything. Every kiss, every touch of his tentative fingers, every swipe of his eager tongue is amplified because this has been fourteen years in the making, and the fire is burning brighter than ever now that we’ve acknowledged the flames.
His lips keep tipping up in the corners as his tongue traces the curves of my breasts and the silver balls on the ends of my nipple rings. I don’t think he realizes his hips are slowly thrusting, the head of his cock nudging my pussy with each pass, and I know if he just pushed atinybit harder, he’d slip right inside.
The sounds of pure bliss coming from his mouth make me wetter than I’ve ever been. Watching him—tasting him—fall apart in my mouth was the hottest experience of my life. I can’t wait to watch him fall apart while inside me.
“I want to taste you, Mack. Can I taste you again? I’m thirsty for it. Let me feel you come on my tongue again.”
God, he’s so eager, and I hate to deny him, but if I don’t have him inside me soon, I just might perish.
“I need to feel you inside me, Tal. I feel so empty without you.”
He swallows harshly as his eyes track to his cock and how close to my pussy it is. “Co-condoms. Do we have any?”
“Yes. But I-I can’t have kids. Um, and I haven’t touched anyone in five years. I know you haven’t either, so I was hoping…” I trail off, hoping he doesn’t ask for any clarification.
A half whimper, half moan rumbles in his chest. “No barrier. Okay. Not that I know the difference, but I’ve heard it feels even better. If you’re sure…”
“I want to feel you, all of you, Talmage. Make love to me,” I whisper the last part, cupping his cheek and pulling his face down to kiss me.
I snake one hand between us and grip the base of his cock, guiding it to my entrance until the head notches at my opening.
“Ooooh gosh, Mack. You’re so wet. So warm.Shit.”
“Take it as slow as you need to, Tal,” I coo, rubbing my hands up and down the straining muscles on his back.
His eyes pinch shut as he thrusts forward just the tiniest bit. The head of his cock stretches me the perfect amount, and I moan softly. “I want you to feel good, too,” he grits out.
“Anything you do will make me feel good, Talmage. Don’t worry about me, okay? This is about you right now.”
His eyes pop open, glassy and alight with so many emotions it forms a knot in my throat. He hangshis head, watching where we’re connected and in one smooth glide, thrusts all the way inside me until his pubic hair tickles my clit. I moan again, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
It’s cheesy and cliché to think, but I swear, Talmage Monson was made for me, and I was made for him. He fills me perfectly, I already know nothing and no one will ever compare to this.
“Oh-sh-fu-damnit, Mack. You feel incredible—ah!” I clench around him, and he whimpers. “D-don’t do that again or else I’ll come.”
“Come inside me, Tal. You’ve already left your mark on my heart, now claim me as yours by filling me with your cum.”
“You have a dirty mouth,” he gasps, pulling back and thrusting in again.
“Does it bother you?” I moan when his head drags across my G-spot.
