Page 187 of Always You

Moving my lips up and down his cock, I massage his balls, getting more excited by every moan that leaves his lips. I’ve been dying to taste him, to make him come undone with my lips like he did when we were still a couple of kids in high school. My eyes water when he hits the back of my throat, doing my best to keep going while his face turns more concentrated with every thrust. My lips suck on his head like it’s my favorite lollipop, a popping sound echoing through the room every time I let it escape my lips.

“Na-ah,” he groans, running his hand through my sweaty hair. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

Pushing me off of him, I look up at him with a pout, a grin appearing on his face. Taking off the rest of his clothes, I bite my lip, admiring his strong body. The tattoos on his arm show off his big muscles and his Adonis belt makes me wetter just from staring at it. The boy I’ve known since high school is completely replaced by a man who exceeds my wildest desires.

“Take everything off, babe,” he orders with that boyish grin on his face that instantly makes butterflies flutter through my stomach. I do what he says, teasingly throwing my panties at his chest. He catches them with ease, before bringing them to his nose, breathing in like a madman, stealing the air from my lungs.

“I’ve missed this.” He saunters toward me, his eyes hungry like he’s ready to devour me. A finger runs along my cheek ashe walks past me, then gets on the bed, settling against the headboard. His hard dick is throbbing against his belly, and I stare at it in awe, eager to feel him inside of me.

“Come here, babe.”

Biting my lip, I crawl toward him, placing a leg on each side so I’m straddling him. He grabs his head, gently rubbing it through my slit in long strokes, and I throw my head back at the soft touch on my core.

With my lips pressed together, I let out a muffled moan, enjoying every second of his warm head gliding through my wetness.

“You’re so wet.”

Without warning, he grabs my hips, yanking me over his cock like his life depends on it, and I suck in a deep breath when he harshly fills me up.

“Fuck.Hunter. Condom.” I huff, resting my forehead against his.

“No way, babe. I’m done taking things slow. I want you, Charls. I want it all. My last name on your passport. A bunch of kids.A dog, yeah?”

His words bring a smile to my face, feeling them in my core, and I nod, pressing a kiss against his lips.

“Promise me.” A slight fear etches through his voice, and I now realize how hard this is for him. To open up to the person he loves, knowing one day they might leave him. But if there is one thing life taught me so far, it’s that you can’t walk away when it’s real. When love is real, when love is true, it will consume you until the day you die, making it impossible to truly be happy without it. Not everyone is lucky to find it, not everyone is lucky enough to keep it, but once it reaches your heart, there is no going back.

You can run from love, trying to cross the finish line before it catches up with you, but you can never hide.

I tried.

He tried.

But even though we both agreed to friends from the get-go, it was useless.

Love caught up with us quicker than we were ready. But I understand now.

We were never friends.

We have always been more than that.

We have always been in love.

“I promise,” I say, as I start to ride him, his chest tight against mine with our arms wrapped around each other. We hold on for dear life until we explode together, completely melted as one.

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6 MONTHS LATER

Even though I’m fine, I take the ice pack from Charlotte’s hand, placing it beside me while tugging her onto my lap.

“This isn’t going to help anymore, you know?” I smile.

“Maybe not.” She settles into my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. “But I feel better when you do it, anyway.”

My hand brushes up and down her spine, comforting her while I enjoy her warm breath against my neck.

“I hate seeing you like this, you know?”

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