Page 70 of Chase Our Forever

His mouth hovers over mine as his large hands hold on to the headboard above my head. He cages me in with his strong arms as his thigh moves a little higher up, forcing my legs even wider. It’s clear he isn’t trying to hide his desire from me. His hard dick presses against my thigh with the position he’s put us in.

His eyes frantically search mine. I can barely see the color of his eyes with how dilated his pupils are. When he lets out a long sigh before talking, I can feel it against my lips. “I’m tired of fighting how bad I want to see your smile first thing in the morning, and I want to hear your moans late into the night. I’m tired of not coming clean on how much I think about you and how much I fight the urge to ask you to stay in Sutten forever. The biggest thing I’m tired of is fighting how bad I want you. That won’t change, and fuck, sunshine, I’m tired of fighting how much I need you.”

I don’t know what it’s like to fall for someone. I’ve never done it, but I have to imagine it’s something close to this. Although I know it’s impossible, it feels like my heart bursts with an overwhelming sense of love for the man staring at me. I know it could be a terrible idea to willingly hand my heart over, but I can’t help it. His confession left me with no other option.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask breathlessly.

A tiny little crease appears between his eyebrows. “What?”

I smile, my teeth raking against my lip with how much I want him. “If you need me so badly, then what are you waiting for? I’m right here. Do whatever you want with me, Dean.”

I barely get the words out before his lips are against mine. I moan, relishing in being able to taste him again. It’s all I’ve wanted since the last time he kissed me. I didn’t know a kiss could be so depraved, that we could be so starved for each other, but we’re proof of how desperate two people can be for one another.

Our mouths crash together. We’re teeth and tongues and desperate moans. His fingers twist in my wet hair, already creating tangles that I’d just brushed out.

Dean’s hand snakes up my inner thigh. A small whimper escapes his lips when his fingers are met with my wetness instead of fabric. “You’re killing me,” he groans, his finger circling my clit.

“Dean.” I pant against his mouth when he doesn’t even wait to inch that finger inside me. I love how rushed and desperate he is because I feel exactly the same. I want him in every way possible, and I don’t want to wait for it.

Dean’s hips rock against my thigh as he attempts to get friction against his erection. I moan at the feeling, wanting to feel it inside me.

“Did you put my shirt on with nothing underneath on purpose, sunshine? Did you know it’d drive me fucking wild to see you like that? I bet you did. Naughty fucking girl.”

I moan, my eyes squeezing shut at his words. He’s so fucking dirty, and I love it. For a man of not many words outside of the bedroom, he knows how to use them in it. My pussy tightens around his finger.

Maybe Ihaddone it on purpose, I don’t really know. All I know is I’m glad I did because seeing him snap like this, the desperation for me taking control of him, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I want it off,” Dean demands, pulling his finger out of me and grabbing the hem of the shirt.

In one effortless tug, he pulls the fabric off my body and tosses it to the side. Once again, I’m laid out naked in front of him, and somehow, he seems even hungrier for me than the last time.

He pulls back, his eyes raking over my body for so long I want to protest. He doesn’t touch or kiss me; he just lets his eyes travel every inch of my body as if he has all the time in the world.

This time, he does. But I don’t want him to take his time. I need him. His tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything more than only the heated gaze he gives me now.

A low growl comes from his throat as he continues to sweep his eyes over every inch of my body. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I moan, my hips bucking in search of some kind of friction. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone else this desperately. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I might combust with need for him right here on this bed.

“Fuck, sunshine, I think you just got even wetter for me,” he notes, his eyes between my legs.

“I need you,” I plead, not caring about the begging tone to my voice.

A delicious grin spreads across his lips. “Yeah, you do, don’t you, baby?”

I nod, moving my hips some more to try and get some sort of relief. “Yes,” I moan.

“You know what I need?”

I let out a small cry of disappointment when, instead of touching me, he lies down right next to me. Before I can voice my displeasure, he licks his lips and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes.

“I need you to ride my face, sunshine. Now.”

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DEAN

Liv stares at me,her chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she thinks through my question. She blinks as if she’s trying to figure out if she heard me correctly or not.

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