Page 76 of The Forever Game

“You’re so sexy, baby.” Brushing my wet hair aside, he kisses the back of my neck. I thrust my hips back into him, grinding our bodies together as my blood starts to boil with desire.

I’m so hot for him.

I’m probably dripping wet too.

In fact, I know I am.

I’m so ready for him to plunge into me, but he’s making no moves to do that. Right now, his sole focus is pleasuring me, and I’m going to let him. Because this feels too fucking good to stop.

Leaning forward, I brace myself against the shower, the hot spray soaking my head, swallowing my cries when he pushes his fingers into me from behind. With one hand working my clit and the other thrusting into me, I’m undone within minutes.

I crack apart, splintering through the middle and crying against the shower wall. My entire body is buzzing with an electric current I’m not sure I can handle.

“That’s it, baby.” Ethan wraps his arm around my waist, holding me up when my knees buckle, his fingers still inside me, working me until I am nothing but a limp mess, too weak to do anything but fall back against him.

The shower clunks off, and he lifts me off my feet, sweeping his arms beneath my legs and carrying me to the bed.

He leaves a trail of wet footprints in his wake, but he’s too busy embedding his tongue in my mouth to notice. I drink him in, gripping the back of his neck and silently begging him to never let me go.

He places me on the bed like I’m a delicate petal, and I gaze up into his eyes. He’s never treated me so gently before, but right now I’m tissue paper on the verge of disintegrating, and he somehow knows it.

Kneeling before me, he parts my legs, his eyes rich with affection as he crawls between them. His fingers are soft in my hair, brushing strands off my face as he hovers over me. He’s silently asking for permission, the way he always does, and I softly smile, giving it the way I always do.

With a soft grunt he slips into me. It’s a slow, languid movement, yet I still catch my breath. He fills me, wonder and ecstasy splashing through me as he stretches my core, filling my soul with warmth and my body with passion.

His eyes are still locked on mine, and I drink in his gaze as he moves within me. I match his rhythm, this slow dance of ours holding more meaning than it ever has before. Emotion clogs my throat, burning my eyes, and he stops, resting his hand on the bed and checking on me.

“Baby, what?”

“I just love you so much.” I sniff, blinking at my damn stupid tears. “Shit, I never want to lose you, and I nearly did, and?—”

“You’ll never lose me,” he cuts me off. “I promised to love and cherish you until the day I die.” He moves inside me again, a slow thrust that takes my breath away. “You’re mine and I’m yours forever, lil’ mouse. You’ve gotta believe that.”

“I do.” I brush my fingers down his cheek, then tip my head back with a groan when he plunges deeper.

He kisses my chin, laughter bubbling in his throat. “I love you,” he whispers, then plunges again. “I love you so fucking much.”

His pace picks up, his thrusts coming harder and faster. I lose the ability to speak. All I can do is feel him inside me, taking over every sense and breath. Owning every one of my heartbeats.

“Look at me, baby.”

My eyes pop open at his soft command.

Drinking in his gaze, I can feel his love all the way to my soul, then smile as his eyes start to glaze over.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, his ass clenching as he drives into me.

I can sense his orgasm building and start to pant in time with him. His hand scoops beneath my ass, pulling me even closer as his thrusts take on an uncontrolled jerking quality.

His eyes snap shut, but I coax them back open.

“I want to look into your eyes when you come. Let me look at you, baby.”

As soon as his gaze hits mine, I start to smile. Then his mouth pops open, another grunt firing out of him as he thrusts deep and hard. We stay connected as he finally lets go, releasing inside me with a musical groan that warms my heart. Our wet, slippery bodies press together, and I hold him tight as he tucks his chin into the crook of my neck and rides out the last of his high.

Wrapping my legs around him, I dig my heels into his ass and hold him inside me. Aware that he’s squashing the breath out of me, he rolls us over. Our bed is wet, but I don’t care. I continue to lie on his chest, clinging to him because I can’t let go.

I have no idea how long we stay like that, but we just hang on like we’re making up for lost time. Like we need to hold each other and soak in this bliss because life is fragile, and we’ve wasted too much of it being at odds with each other.

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