Page 96 of Forbidden Lyrics

The head of his cock presses against my entrance, toying with me until my hips move on their own accord, meeting him move for move. I need him to put me out of my misery. To stretch me. To fill me. To make me his, even though he’ll never be mine.

“You ready?” he rasps.

“Am I not making it clear––”

With a quick thrust, my jaw drops, and I let out a silent scream.

Shit!

He presses his forehead to mine but doesn’t move a muscle, letting me acclimate to the intrusion. Giving me a second to breathe. To let my muscles relax.

Holy. Freaking. Crap.

“You okay?” he murmurs, kissing me again.

I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe out slowly. Or try to. He isn’t exactly small. Then again, I have nothing to compare him to except a tampon, so…

“Dovey?”

“I’m okay,” I whisper after a few seconds. I swirl my hips slowly and force myself to relax even though I feel like I got stabbed with a dick. A very hard, very thick dick.

Oh my gosh, I’m really doing this.

“You sure?” he prods, his brows pinched with concern. Or maybe it’s concentration. Because he still isn’t moving. He’s waiting for me to give him the okay even though I know it must be killing him. And it makes me fall a little more.

How can he not see how perfect he is? How gentle he is? How sweet, and thoughtful, and handsome, and…perfect?

With a nod, I lick my lips. “Y-yes.”

“Okay.”

Brushing a few hairs away from my forehead, he props himself up on his elbows and pulls out a few inches before pushing back into me. Slowly at first. As if I’m a fragile doll, and he doesn’t want to hurt me. As if I’m someone precious. Someone worth worshipping.

My heart swells until I’m sure it’ll burst at any second.

I snake my arms around his neck and pull him closer, causing our chests to press against each other as I pepper wet kisses against his lips and corded neck. The slight tang of salt clings to his skin from exertion, and I savor it.

He tastes so good.

He feels so good.

He’s everything.

And the fact that I get to share this moment with him? It’s beautiful. I don’t want it to end. Heck, I could stay here forever. With him. The realization is both terrifying and overwhelming. But comforting too.

Because even if we don’t last forever, I know that I’ll never regret this moment. This feeling. This person. Gibson Hayes. Because he sees me. The real me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After a few minutes, the familiar pleasure I’ve grown accustomed to around Gibson starts to build again, and I match his pace with my own.

Thrust for thrust.

Kiss for kiss.

Touch for touch.

We exchange every little movement with our own until I’m positive I’ll come again at any second, and I catch myself chasing it. Faster. Harder. But it stays just out of reach. Taunting me as it builds with every thrust until I’m positive I’m going to explode. My breathing turns ragged, and my skin feels like it’s stretched too thin, but I need more.

“Gibbs––”

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