Page 55 of Until Forever Comes
“Until forever comes?” I asked him.
He kissed the top of my head and rubbed his big hand over my back. “Even longer if I can manage it,” he said.
I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling safe and content as I fell asleep in my true mate’s arms.
Epilogue
“YOUawake?” I whispered quietly, not wanting to wake my mate unless he was already up. “Miguel? Are you sleeping?” Okay, so maybe I wanted to wake him up just a teensy bit.
A long arm flopped backward from the warm body in front me, and a large hand landed smack dab on my backside, giving me a hard squeeze. “I am now.” Miguel’s just-woke-up voice was a mite scratchier and deeper than his regular voice, and it made my breath catch in my throat and my prick throb with need.
I flattened my chest to his back and ground my erection against him. “Sorry,” I said. “Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Ah!” I cried out when I was suddenly flipped onto my back by my sexy vampire.
In one fell swoop, he somehow managed to straddle my hips, sit on my thighs, and pin my arms over my head by crossing my hands at the wrists and holding them with one of his big hands. Of course, that left his other hand free.
“You didn’t mean to wake me, huh?”
He looked positively wicked. His long black hair flowed downward over his shoulders. His chocolate eyes raked down my body like I was dinner. And he pinched my nipples, skimmed my belly, and then wrapped his hand around my aching shaft.
“Just like you didn’t mean to wake me, what was it—” He glanced at the clock on our nightstand and then returned his attention to me. “—two hours ago? But then, ’cause we were both conveniently awake, you shoved that big monster of yours up my ass and rode me hard until I fell asleep?”
I would have answered, or at least tried to, but I was blushing and stammering, and then he started moving his hand up and down my hard flesh and I stopped breathing.
“Or maybe it was like how you didn’t mean to wake me up the time before that? But then, since I was up and you were hungry, you figured there was a convenient way to get protein without leaving the bed?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“Sorry,” he said, not looking the least bit sorry. “I guess I got confused after the way you devoured my dick.” He smirked.
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” I mumbled.
He squeezed my shaft and skimmed his thumb over my crown, making me shiver and gasp.
“Oh, I’m not complaining, baby. I love the things you do to me with your mouth. I was just taking an inventory of all the ways we’ve tried to get you tired enough to sleep without any long-term success, so we can figure out what to try next.” He wedged his knee between my thighs, making me spread my legs wide, and then dragged one finger across my shaft, over my testicles, and down into my crease. “Do you have any ideas?”
“Not a one,” I said.
He pushed his finger inside me and crooked it just right, touching that spot inside that made me moan. “Are you sure?” he asked as he pulled his finger out and then slipped it back in, manipulating my gland again.
“Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “I’m sure.”
Miguel released my wrists, then reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and drizzled it into my cleft so it dripped down to my hole. He pulled his finger out and rubbed it through the lube, then pushed it just inside my opening. I spread my legs wide.
“Because I might have something we can try,” he said. Then he shoved three slick digits into my body.
“Ah!” I cried out and ground my hips onto his hand, riding his fingers.
With his fingers in place, filling my body and tapping at my prostate, he settled down on top of me, his face hovering just above me, combing through my hair with his free hand. “That feel good, wolf?” he asked.
After nearly twenty years together, he already knew the answer. He knew what I liked, knew where to touch, where to lick, where to kiss, and where to bite. My vampire had played my body like a fiddle every day of our long lives together, and I never stopped being grateful.
“Uh-huh,” I said. “Always feels good with you.”
He pulled his fingers out and lined his hard length up.
Soft lips pressed to mine. “I love you, Ethan,” he said tenderly, and then he pushed in hard and fast, impaling me on his thick pole over and over again.
