Page 10 of Forbid Me
“Baby, believe me, I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” I say adamantly. “I’ve been thinking about this for years too.” And then it’s like all bets are off as our lips connect again, his tongue delving in and devouring me hungrily.
I tug at the bottom of his top again, and this time, he moves enough for me to slide it all the way up, until I’m pulling it off him and throwing it to the side. My hands travel to his trousers next, eager to see what I’ve been missing. I push the joggers down a little, letting my hands slide over his arse, and Jesus, his arse is soft, making me want to sink my fingers into his flesh.
He growls against my lips before he’s moving his mouth to my breast, pulling the vest top and bra down to put my nipple in his mouth. I cry out and arch my back, surprised at how good this feels. He does the same to my other nipple, my vest top and bra hooked underneath my breasts as he feasts like a man starved.
“Travis, please,” I say, needing more, so much more.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me,” he says, stealing my mouth in another kiss as I work the button and zipper on my jeans.
“No one is coming back, are they?” I question, because I don’t particularly want to greet his parents butt naked.
“No, we’ve got the place to ourselves for a few hours. Now, tell me what you want me to do.”
“I…” Oh my god, do I have to say the words?
“How about I go first?” he says, and I nod and bite my bottom lip as he starts with, “First, I want to eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop because it’s so fucking good. Then, when you’re right on the edge, I’ll slip my fingers inside you, until you’re trembling for my cock. And only then, when you feel like you can’t take anymore, I’m going to eat your pussy for a second time, making you scream before I turn you over and fuck you with my cock, all the while playing with your sensitive clit.”
Fucking hell, I think I just came already from his words alone.
“Sound good?” he asks, and all I can do is nod in response. He laughs deep in his belly and then scoops me up before saying, “Now, tell me what you want, Charlie.” He carries me back into the house, through the kitchen and up the stairs, and I know he’s heading for his bedroom, one I’ve been in many times before but as nothing more than friends. This is new territory for both of us, but he seems to be relishing in what we’re doing, and I need to do the same.
“I want your lips all over my body, kissing every inch of my skin, before you eat me as I’m spread wide before you on your bed… and then I want your cock in my mouth… I want to taste you, Travis,” I say, and then I lick along this jawline, his answering growl spurring me on as I reach his earlobe and nip it lightly with my teeth.
He kicks his bedroom door open with his foot, and then he’s moving us to the bed, putting me down just before it so I’m standing, his hands moving to my jeans to finish what I was trying to do when we were downstairs—get naked.
“You’re sure?” he asks, and I can see that he doesn’t want me to regret any part of this.
“Positive,” I reply, placing a light kiss on his lips before I place my hands over his and push my jeans down, urging him to rid me of my clothes. He complies, and once I’ve stripped myself of my top and unclasped my bra, throwing them both to the floor, I stand before him, exposed and not even a little bit insecure, because he’s looking at me like he’s never seen such beauty before, his eyes hungrily taking me in.
“Fuck, Charlie, you’re perfect,” he tells me, and I can’t help the blush I feel creeping over me from his compliment. I keep in mind that I need to believe him, because Travis would never lie to me. Ever. Plus, I could always tell when he lied when we were younger, his eye twitching slightly, which you would only notice if you truly knew him.
“Your turn,” I say as I feel empowered by the way he’s looking at me. And whilst I wait, I sit on the bed, moving back until my legs are spread before him, my pussy parted and on show, nothing left to imagination.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and then he’s tearing his joggers and boxers off, stripping at the speed of light, giving me a glimpse of his long, thick cock before he’s pouncing on me, his lips everywhere, just as he said they would be. No part of my skin is left un-kissed, no part untouched, his hands smoothing over me, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Oh my god, Travis,” I shout as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending my whole body into overdrive, as well as my mind. Everything disappears except for him—us. He licks and swirls his tongue through my folds, dipping his tongue inside me as his finger rubs my clit in circles. His other hand grips my arse, his fingers digging in as he pushes me into his face. And then he switches his fingers and tongue around, pushing two inside me as his mouth sucks my clit, his teeth grazing me gently as I grind on his face.
“Shit, Travis, I’m gonna…” I don’t even finish my sentence as I orgasm all over him, his fingers sliding in and out with my wetness. He draws every last bit of pleasure from me, and even as I’m exhausted from the best high of my life, I push him until he’s the one lying down on the bed, and I quickly wrap my hand around the base of his cock and my lips around the top. His groans make me work harder, faster, desperate as his pre-cum hits my tastebuds.
“Wait,” he says, and I pull my lips from his dick, wondering why he’s stopping me. He moves to a sitting position and manoeuvres me until my knees are either side of his head, before he declares, “That’s better. Now ride my face while you suck my cock.” My sensitive clit is back in his mouth and my body jolts, but he holds my hips in place with his hands, and I return my attention back to his dick. I work him up and down, sucking the very tip every now and again, before building up the momentum. I want him to remember this as the best fucking blow job of his life. I want to be the fucking best for him—for myself, too. I want to be this person, the one who is free and doesn’t question every little thing. I want to enjoy living in the moment, with a guy that brings me nothing but pleasure, joy and happiness.
I feel his body tensing, his muscular legs tightening as he gets closer to release, and just the thought has me tipping over the edge again and crying out loud around his cock as he sucks my pussy to wring every last drop of pleasure out. Then he’s pulling me off him and flipping me on my back, my head dizzy with the speed at which he moves me. He reaches over to his bedside table and pulls out a condom, ripping it open and sheathing himself, before he’s lying back down on top of me, his cock nudging at my entrance as he says, “Open up for me, baby, I need to cum inside you.”
My legs part wider, his cock edging in, my pussy accepting him hungrily. When he’s fully inside me, he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine before he begins to move in and out slowly.
“Fuck, Charlie, this is…” His words fade off as pleasure takes over. I’ve never really enjoyed sex, but he’s changing my mind, because it’s different when you want and love someone the way I want and love him. It’s not just for one of our benefit. It’s not just about him getting off and leaving me to go finish myself in the bathroom. This is what a healthy relationship looks like, both of us wanting to please one another. Both of us enjoying every part of it.
And when my walls clench around him, the way he’s hitting me so deep, giving me my third orgasm of the evening, he roars his release, making mine more pleasurable. And after, he holds me in his arms as I close my eyes, content and at peace because I finally feel like I’m home.
Chapter Nine
TRAVIS
It has never been like that before. So intense, so passionate, so fucking raw at the same time. Fuck. This woman.
Her lips around my cock felt fantastic, my dick in her pussy even fucking better. And as we sit outside on the blanket, enjoying the picnic I prepared for us, with the stars and lights twinkling around us, I know that she’ll always be mine—I’ll make damn sure of it.
