Page 84 of The Forever Rule

“You’re so beautiful. You take my breath away.”

I opened my eyes then, studying him.

“It’s really hard to think with you touching me. Or with you even in the room for that matter.”

“I’m going to take my time with you.”

I shook my head. “Maybe not the first time. I don’t think I can wait that long.”

He laughed then, a deep laugh that went straight through me. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

And then his mouth was on mine again, and I was tugging at his shirt. He let me take it off him, one buttonat a time. And then my hands were sliding over his skin, over the slight hair over his chest.

“I can’t breathe, I’m so hot.”

“Yes, you are.”

I laughed. “That’s not what I meant.”

And when he slid his hands between my legs and cupped me, I sucked in a breath.

“Yes. You are.”

I swallowed hard, and then he tapped two fingers over my pussy, and my knees went weak.

Before I could breathe again, I was on my back, my heels still on, and he was kneeling between my legs.

“I need to taste you.”

Blushing, I let my thighs fall to the side, as he gently tugged on the edge of my panties.

“Did you wear these for me?”

“And for me,” I said truthfully.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, and then he slid my panties to the side, baring me to his face.

He studied me slowly, gently sliding one finger along my swollen folds, then the other. He was taking his damn time, and I moaned, my hips lifting without thinking. He pressed his arm over my hips, keeping me pinned, and when I opened my mouth to protest, he leaned forward and took me in his mouth. I buckled off the bed, as his tongue lapped at me, gently, slowly, as he continued to eat me out. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and then two fingers were spearing me, and my knees went weak.

“Aston.”

He hummed against me, curling his fingers just rightto play with the sweet bundle of nerves inside me. I nearly shot off the bed like a rocket, my thighs clamping around his face as I came, my hips rocking along him.

He continued to move his fingers in and out of me, two and then three, and not stopping, as my wetness covered his hands, and his face. I should have been embarrassed about how hot I was for him, how drenched I was making him, but I couldn’t think. The sound of ripping hit the air, and I realized that he had torn my panties off me. I could have complained as those were nice panties, but I didn’t care. Instead he had his arms wrapped around my thighs, as he continued to lick at me.

“I can’t. Not again.”

“You will,” he growled against me, and then he continued to feast, like a man starving in the desert. And miraculously, I came again, my toes curling in my heels, the sounds I was making echoing off the walls.

And when he finally stood up, between my legs, I looked at him then, and nearly came again. His mouth was wet from my orgasm, and he was licking his fingers one by one, and then licked his lips.

“So fucking sweet.”

I swallowed hard, and then he hovered over me, kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips, and I arched underneath him, my pussy against his still-clothed cock.

“That’s it, move for me. Get me wet. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Wet for me.”

“Aston.”

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