Page 47 of Forever Always

“Mmmm.” Becks laid half on top of me, his hands drifted up and down my body. Soon, I could feel his lips graze my throat and then move down to my collarbone. His tongue peeked out and tentatively licked across it.

He glanced up, his smile seductive. “Taste good too.”

I was trying to stay still and let Becks explore. This felt important, to let him do it at his own pace. But fuck, did I want to touch him.

“Is this okay?” Becks asked, a little unsure. I rubbed my thumb along his arm in reassurance.

“Yeah, baby. It’s perfect. You can touch me where you want.”

Becks nodded, but I could still see a little doubt in his eyes. I leaned up and kissed him. I needed him to know how much I wanted this.

“I promise I’ll let you know if I need you to stop, but Becks, don’t stop. Not unless you want. I-I need you to touch me.”

That seemed to give Becks the confidence he needed to keep going. He adjusted us so that he was kneeling in between my spread legs. I wished I didn’t have on pants, but I’d let Becks decide if and when he was ready to take them off.

His callused fingers ran down my sides and felt so good. They seemed to touch every rib, leaving little goose bumps in their wake. He ghosted along the waistband of the sweats but ignored it, sliding his hands back up over my stomach instead. Still, just the hint of a tease was enough for my dick to take notice and start twitching.

Becks was wearing nothing but boxer briefs, so it was obvious he wasn’t hard yet, but that didn’t bother me. From the little bit he’d shared, plus what I’d seen so far, I didn’t think it was that easy for him to get erect. That was okay. Besides, my twenty-year-old horny ass would make up for that easily.

Becks stopped exploring, with his hands resting right over my pecs. His eyes flew up, like he wanted to make sure it was okay. I smiled and rested my hands on his hips. The pressure was light, I wasn’t trying to push him, but I felt like he needed my touch to help stabilize him.

His thumbs teased over my nipples, and fuck, even that light touch lit me up inside.

Becks’s grin was naughty as he raised an eyebrow. “You like that, butterfly?”

“Y-yeah. More.”

He huffed in amusement. “Always so bossy.” But Becks rolled his fingers over my nipples, causing my back to arch in pleasure. The more I reacted, the more confident Becks got, and I nearly screamed out in joy when he slowly leaned down and flicked his tongue across my already hard peak.

“Fuck, Becks. More. I need more.”

“These are so sensitive. You’re so hard and all I’ve done is play with your nipples a bit.” He sounded like he was doing research for a science experiment. Well, this experiment was ready to move onto step two. I dug my nails into his hips before even realizing it.

“Shit, sorry, baby,” I mumbled, going to pull away, but Becks shook his head.

“Don’t stop, butterfly. I like your marks on me.”

Damn, did he know what he was doing to me with those words? “I like puttin’ them on you,” I admitted, my cheeks a little red.

Becks switched to my other nipple and used his teeth and lips that sent a little bite of painful pleasure right through me. I scratched down his back.

“Fuck.” He bit my pec, sucking the skin until I was sure he’d leave a mark.

Holy crap, Becks was markin’ me as his. Turned out, I liked his marks on me too.

“Baby, please.” My hips rocked up against my will.

“Shh, butterfly, I’m explorin’.”

I threw my head back in frustration. After an excruciatingly long time, Becks moved that glorious mouth down my body.

His fingers gripped my waistband. “Can I take these off.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Becks chuckled and shook his head. “You’d think you were desperate or somethin’.”

“Fuck off. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”

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