Page 153 of Forever Never
Remi moaned, the hum of it like a match to turpentine. It lit him up.
“Remington,” he hissed.
She gripped his shaft tighter with both hands and took him deep.
Again and again, he thrust into her mouth until he was mindless, until nothing else existed to him but the razor’s edge of pleasure.
“Baby,” he rasped. “I’m going to come. Don’t try to—Oh, God.”
She wouldn’t let him pull out. It only made her suck him harder. And when she released one hand from the root of his erection to palm his balls, he lost it.
The release caught him by the throat as it lanced through him. It scalded him from the inside out, that first fiery rope of come as it exploded forth. Into her mouth. In a panic, he found the light switch and slapped it on just so he could watch.
She was worshipping him, a goddess on her knees.
His breath caught, every fiber of muscle in his body tensed as pleasure sharp as pain stabbed him. Again and again, he rocked into her mouth, bucking his hips in erratic thrusts as she took everything he had to give. As she milked every drop from him, allowing nothing to be held back.
That’s what she did. She’d never settle for anything less than all. And for once, he wanted to demand the same.
Even after he was done, even after she’d sucked him dry, he kept up with the shallow, greedy thrusts.
He was dizzy. His thighs quaked with the effort it took to hold himself upright. Remi had been made for a lot of things. One of those things was giving him pleasure. He was sure of it.
Drawing in a shaky breath, he couldn’t do anything but lean his forehead against the door and try not to collapse on top of her. Try not to tell her that he loved her. That he’d always loved her. That he’d never be the same without her.
Her hands were stroking up and down his thighs. Soothing the beast after she’d riled it.
“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly after a long minute. “Did I hurt you?”
“Okay?” There was laughter in her voice. “I feel like a million bucks making big Brick Callan’s knees shake like that.”
She’d been making his knees quake for years.
“Baby, you are going to be the death of me,” he whispered.
Her lips skimmed the sensitive head of his still half-hard penis. A kiss. Christ. How in the fuck was he supposed to survive this? Realizing he still had her hair wrapped around his fingers, he loosened his grip.
Unable to do anything else with his body, he stroked his hand over her hair as she tucked him back into his pants.
He finally managed to reach down and pull her to her feet.
“That was… You are… I’m…”
She framed his face with her hands. “Thank you for doing this for my parents,” she said. “For Kimber. For me. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for always taking care of me. It means the world to me.”
“Uh-huh.” It was all he could manage.
She kissed him on both cheeks and then once on the mouth. “I’ll see you out there, big guy.”
“Uh-huh.”
She was reaching for the doorknob when he caught her and pulled her back against him. “Wait.”
She tilted her hips against him, teasing his half-hard dick with that sweet ass. “I don’t think we have time for another round,” she teased.
“Can I touch you? Out there I mean. Can I hold your hand? Dance with you?”
Remi turned in his arms to face him. She looked stunned. “Of course.”
