Page 43 of His Forever

With a swift motion, he yanked his sweatpants down, and before I could even process what was happening, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out, the pleasure so intense it was almost overwhelming. Leo groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, every thrust, every movement driving us closer and closer to the edge. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I lost myself in the sensation, in the heat of him, in the overwhelming pleasure that consumed us both.

“Brynn,” he groaned, his voice strained with need as he thrust harder, faster.

I was right there with him, teetering on the edge, and then, with one final thrust, I came undone. My body tensed, and I cried out his name; waves of pleasure crashed over me as I clung to him.

Leo followed right after, his own release shuddering through him as he buried himself inside me, groaning my name in a way that made my heart pound even harder.

For a few moments, we stayed like that, tangled together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we slowly came down from the high. Leo leaned his forehead against mine, his hands still gripping my hips as though he couldn’t bear to let go.

“God,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “That was...”

“Yeah,” I breathed, still trying to catch my own breath. “It was.”

We stayed there, locked together, for what felt like forever. But eventually, reality began to seep back in, the cool air of the kitchen brushing against our heated skin. Leo pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on my hips.

“We should... probably clean up,” he murmured with a lazy grin.

I laughed, leaning back against the counter, still feeling the aftershocks of what had just happened. “Yeah, maybe we should.”

I should have been shocked by what we just did. We had both agreed to take things slow and to rebuild what we lost, but the way the tension between us had exploded, there was no stopping that.

Neither of us had wanted to take it slow.

Sex on the kitchen island.Wow.

Leo was the first to break the silence, his chest still rising and falling as he reached for the near-empty pie plate. He swiped his finger through the remaining cream and licked it clean with a devilish grin. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at a chocolate cream pie the same again,” he said, his voice rough but teasing.

I laughed softly, still catching my breath, feeling the flush in my cheeks from both the intensity of what just happened andhis playful comment. “I made it knowing it was your favorite,” I said, my voice quiet but sincere, “but now it’s my favorite too.”

Leo chuckled, and his eyes warm as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to my lips. It wasn’t hurried or heated this time. It was a kiss that felt...right. “Thank you, baby,” he murmured against my lips.

I smiled against him, savoring the moment before he pulled back, his hand still resting on my waist. We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath and letting the reality of everything settle between us. The kitchen felt warmer and cozier now, like it had somehow absorbed the heat between us.

Eventually, we both moved, a silent agreement passing between us to get dressed and clean up. Leo reached for his sweatpants and pulled them up, while I slipped back into my shorts and shirt. The pie plate was still on the counter, and I reached for a dish towel, wiping away the traces of whipped cream and crumbs scattered across the island. Leo joined me, tossing the empty pie tin in the sink with a grin.

“You know,” I said, glancing over at him as I tidied the counter, “this was definitely not what I had in mind when I went looking for pie.”

Leo’s grin widened, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “I don’t hear any complaints.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No, definitely not complaining.”

We made our way out of the kitchen, Leo slung an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as we walked down the hallway together. It was quiet, the house still in the middle of the night, but the silence felt comfortable, like a blanket wrapping around us. The events of the night—the laughter, the passion—had given way to something softer, something more intimate as we walked side by side.

We reached the bottom of the staircase, and Leo’s hand slid down to my waist as we ascended the stairs. The wood creaked softly under our feet, the house feeling like it was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.

At the top of the stairs, I led the way to my bedroom, my hand resting on the door handle as I turned to look at Leo. There was a moment of hesitation, not out of doubt, but because this felt like a step forward—a real step. Everything before this had been in the kitchen, heat and passion driving us. But this... this felt more vulnerable, more like something that couldn’t be undone.

I pushed the door open, the soft light from the hallway spilling into the room. I looked back at Leo, my voice quiet but certain. “Stay with me.”

His eyes softened, the mischievous glint replaced by something deeper, something that made my chest tighten. Without a word, he stepped into the room, his hand finding mine, squeezing it gently as he pulled me inside with him. The door clicked shut behind us, and it felt like we had just closed the door on the past, on the years of separation and heartache.

Leo’s hand slid to my waist again, pulling me close. “I’m not going anywhere, Brynn,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “Not this time.”

I smiled, leaning into him, letting myself believe those words, letting myself feel the comfort and security in them. We had spent years apart, years filled with hurt and mistakes. But now, with his arms around me and the quiet of the night surrounding us, it felt like we had finally found our way back to each other.

And I wasn’t going to let go.

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