Page 108 of Forbidden You

“Then don’t.” It’s an easy answer. I want him to hold on to me until the day I die. Being much more than my friend for as long as he can.

“I won’t.” Two words. It’s just two words, but they literally evaporate the air out of my lungs. They make me want to cry out and scream in happiness. The thought of his hand in mine for the rest of my life settles me with a feeling of satisfaction that’s indescribable.

His lips find my forehead before he moves them down to my lips.

“I won’t,” he whispers once more before he slips out of me. With a quick move, he flips my body, stomach down on his gray cotton sheets, and I let out a playful shriek. Eagerly, I lift my butt in the air and he runs his palm over my wet core.

“Oh, you are so sexy.”

I expect him to take me doggy style, but instead, he moves his hand to my front, giving him access to my clit before his weight presses me down into the sheet. He directs his dick toward my entrance again and he slips in from behind while his other hand locks its fingers with mine.

His lips caress the skin underneath my ear as he pushes himself inside of me at the same pace as before. His body feels like a cloud of heaven on top of me, and with his fingers, he rubs my sensitive nub with care. His movements are filled with intent, but gentle as fuck, quickly bringing my head back to that same daze as before. When he picks up the pace, he makes my core ripple with an electrifying touch every time he moves back in and his grip on my hand grows tighter.

“I don’t think I can live without you anymore.” It feels like a confession, one that dissolves any hesitation, and my orgasm builds.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I huff with my cheeks pressed into the sheets.

It’s primal, the way we’re connected right now, but it still fills my heart with a passion I’ve never felt before.

“Let go, Kayla,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let go for me.”

I close my eyes, fully taking in every feeling he’s giving me. When he pinches my clit, I cry out in a delicious pain, and when he flicks it with a steady pace, I quickly feel how I fall into the abyss, the world surrounding us nonexistent. When I feel my quads tense underneath me, his hips do the same, and he falls with me. We both cry out in ecstasy, our bodies jerking until we both stay completely still.

His warm breath is fanning my shoulder. And I breathe into the sheets, taking in the full feeling I have inside of me. Both physically and mentally.

“Damn,” I just blurt. It’s all I can push out, unable to form full sentences.

His weight lifts from my body, and he presses a kiss between my shoulder blades.

“No,” I whine. My hands reach behind my back to yank him back against me, not willing to end the moment just yet. “Please stay.”

“What do you mean, little minx?” He chuckles, pushing his nose against my neck.

“I love this feeling.”

“Be more precise.” He nibbles my ear, causing another shiver to erupt.

“The feeling of you, fully seated inside of me. Feeling how you stretch me wide. Don’t go anywhere. It feels so good. I can stay like this forever.”

His laughter vibrates against my cheek. “I’ll be back and we can do it all over again. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, I can live with that,” I mumble with my eyes closed. He slowly gets out and I hear him walk toward the bathroom.

I wish I could walk around with his dick inside of me forever.

“You really have no filter, do you?” he calls out from the bathroom.

“Did I say that out loud?” I peek with one eye open, watching him walk back. His shaft is still hard, taunting me with small jerks as he approaches the bed.

“You did.” His weight crawls back on top of me. “It’s what I love about you.”

My eyes shoot fully open, realizing what he just said while he showers my back with kisses. I want to be fearless and make him repeat his words, but the addictive flutter moving through my stomach has me chickening out, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks between kisses. “Or do you need another minute?”

“I’m always ready for more.”

I push out a breath, wanting to be as casual about his comment as he seems to be. But as he keeps gracing my skin with his mouth, every kiss feels more loaded. Heavier. Longing. And when he’s staring at me a few minutes later, with his shaft deep inside of me once more, I can’t help but wonder if there is anything else Bodi McKay might love about me?

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