Page 78 of Be Your Forever
“A splash of orange juice with champagne?” she asks while she cocks her head to the side.
“Is there any other way to make one?”
“Nope. But what is all that?” Her eyes flick to the rest of the room, taking inventory. She has no idea what I have in store for her tonight.
“All part of your relaxation day, now get your fine ass in the bathroom.”
We strip down and carefully step into the bath. The sheet masks are barely on our faces before I feel her body molding against mine, her head resting in the crook of my neck. As I’m reading the moment where the enemies finally become lovers, Bri sips her drink as a soft, contented sigh slips past her lips.
Bliss. This is what pure, uninterrupted bliss feels like.
“Don’t think I missed your assumption that I’d let you join me in the bath.”
“Bear, it wasn’t an assumption. It was a fact. I knew you wouldn’t tell me no. You love me too much. Plus, if you said no, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I softly toss the book I was reading onto the floor as far away from the tub as possible, but not before ensuring her page is marked.
Can’t have my girl losing her spot
“Hey, you were just getting to the good oh—” Her words are cut off when my finger slips inside of her, my thumb finding her clit swollen and waiting.
“My girl liked that scene, huh? Tell me, who were you thinking of while reading the words?”
A soft moan escapes from the back of her throat while the pad of my thumb moves in soft circles against her core.
“I was picturing him and m—” I pinch her clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to skirt the line between pleasure and pain.
“Wrong. Answer.” I pinch down even harder, feeling her squirm on top of me before letting go. I remove my fingers from inside of her only to paint circles on her inner thighs.
“Cruel. That was cruel.” Her words come out breathless and choppy. I mean, if I was played with like this, I’d be the same way.
“You want my fingers, Bri?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Then answer the question correctly. Who were you thinking of?”
“You. Always you.”
“That’s my good girl.”
I don’t give her time to process much before I’m sliding two fingers inside her pussy, pumping in and out. The sounds of her arousal mixed with her whimpers fill the space like a beautifully evocative aria.
Themoment I insert a third finger, Bri’s body contorts, limbs softening, muscles relaxing as she chases her pleasure. Pleasure I’m purposely keeping from her. Just as quickly as my fingers were thrusted into her, I pull them out. Her frustrated groan escapes her pouty lips, and the sound has me chuckling into the nape of her neck. I drag my nose slowly up the side of her smooth skin as her intoxicating, saccharine scent infiltrates my system, threatening to short circuit my brain.
“What do you want, Bri?” How I manage to form a coherent sentence is beyond me.
“I-I want...” Her stuttering is the highest compliment. I have her exactly where I want her…at my mercy.
“Say it. What. Do. You. Want?”
“I want to come.” The raspy tone of her voice sends a signal to my dick, but it’s not the time for that. Right now, it’s all about Bri.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Beg for it.”
The water threatens to slosh over the side as Bri shifts her body to face me, a sinful smirk decorating her face.
