Page 129 of Forever Never
She tilted her hips again, taking his shaft all the way to the root and rocking against his finger at the same time.
He reached lower, to the place they were joined, and spread the wetness he found there higher. Again and again, he followed the path from where she was filled by him to where she was empty.
Each time, he pressed a little harder, a little deeper.
Finally, he slid his finger in deeper.
“Brick.” She breathed out his name reverently as if she was saying a prayer, giving thanks. She began to move again, riding his cock and his finger.
He laved her nipple with his tongue.
His erection was fully hard and aching at the slow, gentle slides of her walls around it. He wanted to thrust. To lunge into her trembling, tender sex until they both forgot everything but the scent of each other.
But this, this was fucking beautiful. Remi riding him leisurely as he nuzzled at her breasts, teasing her toward another orgasm.
“It’s so good,” she whispered. His teeth grazed her nipple, and then he returned to the long, deep pulls.
His finger worked her tight little ass in time to her languid pace.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted in what looked like awe.
His chest felt as if it might burst with love, with pride, with the need to tell the world she was his.
“More,” she begged.
She started to rock a little harder, a little faster. He could feel that slick, swollen bud against him when she hit the bottom of his shaft. The greedy little tilt of her hips gave him the easiest access to her ass and helped her drag her clit over him.
He went back to the first breast and started rhythmically sucking, hard and deep. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her breathing went ragged.
He wanted to stop. To tell her to fucking breathe. But she wanted him to trust her. Trust her to take everything he needed to give her. Trust her to be able to accept it.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh. God.”
His cock jerked in her, making her walls quake around him. Moving like fingers on piano keys. Making beautiful music.
He pushed harder with his finger and sank in all the way. There he could feel the trembling too. She was going to erupt around him, and when she did, she would milk another impossible climax out of him.
“Brick, I’m coming.”
The most beautiful fucking sentence in the entire English language was Remi telling him he was making her come.
He was right there with her. Those delicate little muscles clamped down like a vise, making his cock shudder. When her muscles released, he thrust himself as deep as he could go and the first wrenching spurt of his orgasm exploded up his shaft.
He grunted against her soft breast, sucking harder, fucking harder with his finger, timing it to the waves of his own release. The waves of her pleasure surging and fading around his dick, his finger. Her greedy core demanding he surrender every last fucking drop of his seed to her.
She cried out as he filled her with everything he had to offer. He was rewarded with her shudders as she clung to him and whispered his name, loving him with her body.
No one was going to hurt her.
No one was going to get close enough to try.
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Barely two hours later, Brick woke to the light of morning in a new world. A world where Remi Ford slept beside him.
The night before felt like a fever dream. The light those green eyes took on when she came. The way she clung to him like he was her rock. The feather-light caresses of her fingers on his back. Her body responding to his in a way that was so right he couldn’t remember his reasons for fighting.
Remi’s confession.
