Page 99 of The Forever Rule

“Good.”

And then he dragged me inside, the door slamming behind us. His lips were on mine, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“The luggage is in the car,” I whispered.

“It’s in the garage, safe from bears.”

I paused. “What?”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to be the only one pawing you tonight.”

That he could have such humor in a time like this surprised me. Again, a whole new side of Aston. And it worried me, because I was getting to know different facets of him that made me want him even more.

And that meant there would be no going back soon.

But then his hands were on my shirt, pulling it over my head, and I couldn’t think about anything else but him and his touch.

He pulled me into his bedroom, and I would probably notice the decor later. I didn’t even know what color the walls were, because all I could do was look at the color of Aston’s eyes. The deep blue pools of them bringing me in as we stripped each other.

Soon we were naked, hands roaming all over one another. He gripped my ass and spread my cheeks, his cock hard and thick against my stomach as he rocked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he growled.

“I can’t think straight,” I whispered, my mind going a thousand different places.

“Then don’t think.”

Again his lips were on mine, nibbling slowly, and then more. But there was something I needed to do, something I hadn’t done since that first night. I slid to my knees and he groaned.

“Is the carpet soft enough?” he asked, and I hadn’t even realized it was carpet below my knees as I gripped the base of his shaft.

“I’m fine, let me take care of you.”

“Only this once, only until I can’t think.”

“My mind is already blurry,” I whispered, and then I took him deep into my mouth. He wrapped my hair around his fist, and I lapped my tongue around the tip, playing with the slit at the edge. It was salty, the fluid bursting on my tongue.

“You on your knees, my cock sliding between your lips? The hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

I looked up at him then, widening my jaw so I could take him in deeper. He groaned, and then gripped my hair hard enough to keep me still.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low.

In answer I hummed against his dick, and he smiled. That wicked smile that nearly sent me over the edge and yet I was the one gripping him. I slid one hand between my legs, sliding over my clit. I was already so wet, that little bud swollen just from his kisses.

I pulled away suddenly, needing to catch my breath, and he frowned down at me, worrying his gaze.

“Are you okay?” His voice was like a shot of warmth directly to my core. How could a voice do that?

“Yes, I just needed a moment.”

And then I was back at it, my head bobbing as I slid over his cock, needing him, needing this slight control in a situation that I never had control of.

When his balls tightened in my hand, he pulled away suddenly, it was all I could do not to gasp. He was somehow on his knees, his hand around my waist, and then he was rolling us, him taking the brunt of the action. My back hit the carpet, and it was indeed soft, as his lips trailed over mine, and then down my neck. Hands on my breasts he plucked at my nipples, and then kissed between them, underneath the globes, and then slid his mouth over the tips.

“So beautiful.” His voice was a caress, just like his hands. He continued to trail kisses down my skin, gently,a little more, to the point that it was all I could do just to breathe.

And then his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding between my lips. When his tongue lapped against my clit, I arched up, the sensation far too much. My toes curled, the arches of my feet aching.

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