Page 87 of Everlasting Love

Pressing my tongue into her opening, I circle her clit with firm pressure and tease her nipple. Her thighs tremble and her fingers tug on the strands of my hair, ratcheting up my need for her. I don’t know how I ever thought I could keep having sex without her hands on me. Her clit pulses beneath my fingers, and I pinch it firmly but not too hard. I watch her closely as her body stiffens, her chest freezes as she holds her breath, her stomach quivers, and she falls apart beautifully beneath my touch, calling out my name like a prayer. I swap out my tongue for a single finger and feel the tightening of her walls through the aftershocks of her orgasm. I grind my dick into the mattress to hold off my release and she loosens her grip on my hair, then lightly scratches my scalp with her short nails. Dragging my finger out of her opening, I replace it with two, then three, and begin to pump. “I want you to come again,” I grumble against her clit.

She lifts her head from the pillow and looks at me with a grin and I know that whatever’s about to come out of her mouth is going to be sassy. “I’m not going to say no to another orgasm. Do your worst.”

I chuckle against her pussy and accept her challenge, using my tongue and fingers to build her to a second release. Her hips push against my mouth and I reluctantly tear my hand from her breast to hold her in place. Flicking my tongue against her clit, I increase the intensity of my fingers and she rewards me with a long, sexy moan. I love learning what she likes and what she responds to best, it makes me feel like a king. Her legs stiffen on my shoulders and the fluttering of her internal muscles warn me that she’s close. Keeping up my momentum, I suck her clit between my lips and feel her body tighten beneath my touch. Her orgasm takes her like a slow-rolling wave andher inner muscles pulse around my fingers. Contentment fills every molecule of my body while I lead her through her release. She melts into the mattress, her legs and arms going limp. Her breasts tremble with each panting breath and I soak in the spectacular sight. Fuck, I’m a lucky man.

My dick begs me for release, so I gently remove my fingers once her muscles relax, rub gentle circles across her swollen pussy slowly, and place a tender kiss on her clit. Then I work my way up her trembling body, kissing a path across her stomach, to each breast in turn, where I lick each nipple as I line up my aching cock. Her hands find my hair again and she guides my head higher up her body. I feel as though my balls are going to explode at any moment and I need to concentrate hard so I don’t come as soon as I slide into her tight, slick heat. Kissing my way up her neck, I suck on her hammering pulse point as I notch the head of my cock at her opening. Her heat scorches me immediately and I fight to hold myself steady and slide in slowly as my heart hammers.

Heaven.

This has to be what heaven feels like.

We both groan at the sensation of me filling her. “I’ll never get tired of feeling you around my cock. The way your body welcomes mine.” I’m glad we had the birth control talk so we can enjoy this without worrying about condoms.

“Same.” She sighs against my ear.

I kiss my way across to her mouth and take her lips in a passionate kiss. As our tongues dance a sensual tango, I shift my hips in a slow, steady retreat followed by an equally slow and steady advance. I fill her repeatedly, building us progressively closer to our peak, murmuring praise between kisses. “You feel so hot and tight around my dick.” For the first time, I’m making love to Violet, not just having sex.

My heart is completely open as it pounds in my chest, and a feeling of warmth envelopes me. When I gaze into Vi’s eyes, I see nothing but deep acceptance and love. So much so, that it fills me up and makes me feel things I never thought I deserved but am grateful to have. I deepen our kiss, expressing the love and gratitude I feel for her. The only one patient enough to break through my defenses. The only one I feel safe enough with to share the darkest parts of myself and know with certainty that she won’t judge me or that her feelings for me will diminish. I hold myself still inside her as I confess. “I love you,” I murmur against her lips—the words tumbling out on a wave of emotion and connection.

She grins up at me as her arms tighten around my shoulders, pressing her breasts against my chest and removing any space between us. “You have no idea how much it means to me when you say those words.” She leans up and presses her swollen lips to mine. “I love you so much, and I want you to know that I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

My cock swells with her words. They’re not sexy but she’s expressing a level of loyalty that shows how pure her heart is. And after what happened with her ex, being that open with someone else has to be scary for her. But as usual, Violet is nothing but brave. “I’ve said it before, but it bears saying again. You’re so fucking brave. You know that?”

Her eyes snap to mine and creases form between her brows as confusion fills her face. “The only brave one in this room is you.”

I shake my head. “There are different types of bravery, Vi. You have the bravest heart I know. You lead with your heart, never afraid to be honest about how you’re feeling or to express your thoughts and emotions.” I dip down and taste her lips again because I can’t stop. “So damn courageous.”

Her body melts beneath mine and a slow, sexy smile slides across her lips. “I’m glad you see me that way. You’re the first man to do so.” Her legs tighten around my waist and the heels of her feet dig into my ass. She drags her hands along my flanks and around to my back, running over the multitude of scars. She lifts her head and captures my mouth with hers and we waste no time in opening to each other and tangling our tongues in a dance as old as time. Our kiss is long and passionate, heating the blood in my veins and I begin to move again. Slow and sensual movements of our hips, matching our rhythm, syncing our breaths, and uniting our souls. The staccato of her heart increases as does mine as we build toward our peak. She holds onto me like I’m her lifeline as her pussy tightens around my cock and she falls apart beneath me. “Oh, God. Shaaane,” she cries as she tightens her legs around my waist, and I push in deeper, relishing the rhythmic pulsing of her muscles around my dick and ignoring the ache in my back.

An electric charge moves through my body, from the extremities of my fingers and toes, like lightning heading straight to my balls and I don’t even try to stop my impending orgasm. I hold myself deep inside her as jets of cum flood from me. Pulse after hot pulse and in that moment, my mind drifts toward a thought I briefly considered once before.

What would it be like to see Violet round withmybaby?

I groan at the image playing in my mind of her swollen with my child. Of our baby cradled between us and Jasmine looking on at her baby sister or brother. When I open my eyes, they immediately catch on Vi’s as hers flutter open, and a slow, sexy grin tips up her lips.

I drop my head to press soft kisses all over her face, making her chuckle.

31

VIOLET

I wakewith my hand over Shane’s steady heart, my head on his muscular chest, and a grin on my lips. Without moving, I glance up at his handsome face. I’ve never seen him asleep because he’s always awake before me, and this moment almost feels like an out-of-body experience. He looks completely different when he’s relaxed, and I quietly sigh to myself. We’ve been growing closer and our affection for each other has certainly deepened, but last night, I felt the shift.

I felt him finally surrender to me.

To us.

To what’s been growing since we first met.

I drop my eyes down his torso, focusing on the smooth texture of his skin, the definition of his abs, that sexy V that points straight to his perfect dick, and the tattoo permanently marked over his heart. My lips tip down as I remember the multitude of scars etched on his skin and how my heart shattered into a million pieces when I saw it last night as the storm battered the house. The pain he must have felt—bothphysically, mentally, and emotionally. The strength it’s taken for him to get to where he is today is mind-boggling. He says I’m brave, but he doesn’t see his own bravery. It’s staggering to think about everything he must have experienced. The surgeries, the healing, the pain, the anguish, the trauma, the heartache. Never being the same man as you once were. How does a man come to terms with such tragedy and come out the other side as strong as he is?

Pressing a kiss to his chest, I sigh as I watch the faintest hint of pink begin to color the sky through the window. The storm is long gone, and there’s nothing but peace. It’s even too early for the birds, but I don’t want to go back to sleep. I move my leg and take stock of the delicious aches in my body which have become commonplace since we started sleeping together.

Well … sleeping isn’t exactly the correct term.

He’s a generous lover with stamina that I would have never believed possible. He’s stretched muscles that I hadn’t realized existed.

He stirs beneath my hand, and I tip my head back to look at his face. A sleepy smile greets me as his warm brown eyes take me in. He lifts his hand and uses his thick fingers to slip my loose hair behind my ear, then traces the curve of my face down to my jaw with his knuckles. “Hey,” he murmurs softly, his morning voice a little rough.So sexy.

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