Page 78 of Fate Forever and Always

“Can I touch you here?” he whispered as he pointed to my chest.

I nodded. I had taken off my sweatshirt and only had on my sports bra and tank top.

The moment he touched my breast, I shuddered and missed a few notes, making both of us chuckle lightly.

“Do you know how fucking perfect you are?" he whispered. “Do you know what you do to me? I think about you all damn day and dream about touching you again. I love you so much, baby.”

I hummed at his words, and he continued to massage my breasts. I was just hitting random keys until I stopped completely so he could pull the straps of my top and bra down. I turned, baring my naked chest to him.

He bit his lower lip. “You are so fucking perfect.” He stepped back to give me room to get up, but I quickly crowded him.

“I love you too.”

His lips found mine, and we were lost in a heated kiss. He lifted my body up, gripping my thighs right under my ass, and set me on top of the piano.

I broke the kiss, thinking about my weight on top of my piano.

“I can’t be up here, Nick. I am too heavy.”

He gripped my chin. “Shh, baby. Just go with the flow. I am living a fantasy here.”

I smirked. “A fantasy?”

He rubbed his thumb over my lips, and his tone became a little more serious. “You stop me when it's too much, okay?”

I nodded in agreement.

He pulled my leggings down and groaned at the sight of me. He started tracing every stretch mark I had on my hips and thighs with his pointer finger.

“Can I kiss you here?”

“You don’t have to. Just ignore them.”

He bent down and kissed and licked a few of the marks on my hip before speaking again. “I could never ignore them. I want to worship them, and every inch of you, if you will let me.”

His words took mine away. I had never felt such a sensual act toward something I felt was so ugly. I had always been self-conscious about my stretch marks, and Jake used to ask if there was anything I could do to remove them, so I always just hated them.

“I love every single one of these beautiful marks. If they are part of you, I love them.

I whimpered as he got closer to my center. His nose nudged my clit, and I flinched out of pleasure.

“I want to taste you.”

I gripped his hair. “Please,” I begged.

He lifted his head a little to look at me. “Please, what?”

“Taste me. Please.”

“Do you want me to tell you before I do things?” He asked softly before kissing my right thigh.

“No, just do it,” I moaned.

He kissed closer to my center, and he groaned when his nose brushed my entrance once again. He was nuzzling into me, enjoying every small moment. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” I screamed in an impatient tone.

He chuckled and licked me fast and lapped up every drop of me. I don’t think I was even able to have one single thought before my orgasm hit, and I was moaning his name.

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