Page 60 of Embrace Me Forever

I’ve been living on my own for far too long, engaging in sex purely to fulfill my needs. Although I always made sure my partners enjoyed themselves, no matter how casual our encounters were, finding meaning in our togetherness was like trying to comprehend Georgia-May’s math equations. My past experiences have shaped my mindset, leaving me unable to experience love. And it’s clear the woman standing in front of me wants exactly that—love.

“Everything in me is reserved only for you. But I may not be able to love you the way you want me to,” I confess.

“Why are we talking about love?”

“Because of you.”

“And how do you believe I wish to be loved?” she challenges.

“Forever,” I respond, my heart in my throat.

“And that frightens you?”

“I’m terrified of letting you down.” God forbid, I would break her heart if I merely gave it a try with her.

Her gaze is filled with an understanding that pierces my soul. “Every forever begins with a single moment, and yes, it will stumble and falter at times. But missteps won’t disappoint me. All I ask is that you commit fully.”

Entranced by her magnetic eyes, my hand instinctively finds its way to her nape, guiding her toward my waiting lips.

“I haven’t forgotten, Simon Blake,” she declares, sultry yet earnest.

At that moment, ‘Simon’ feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“I wantthatkiss, then you,” she whispers like a feather. “In that order.”

My cock tells me I should lift her, my teeth grazing her neck as I penetrate her, relishing the sight of her riding me. But I’ve promised her that ‘mind-blowing’ kiss, so I do as my girl asks.

I lower myself to her level, and our lips collide with a fierce intensity. Sucking, twirling, consuming each other. When she demands more, I hold back. Oh, how I love that impatient face!

Immersing in her restlessness, I tease the flesh of her lower lip with the tip of my tongue, giving her a taste before pulling away. Then I come back for more, caressing the inside of her lip with longer strokes. She nips me as if begging me not to pull away again. I grant her wish, pressing my mouth against hers lightly, savoring the simmering stretch. Then, I ravage her.

Her rapid, exhilarated breaths batter the cavity of my mouth—so hot, so weakening. My tongue twists around hers, engaging it in a dance of passion. This motion turns her on, pushing sighs to escape between our pressed lips while her eager hands seek out the hardness beneath my briefs.

“Find something you like?” I groan, pausing our kiss to fully comprehend her wants. It’s fucking sexy seeing her all worked up.

She keeps rubbing my rigid shaft, all fingers and palm, and I reciprocate by stimulating her through the boxer shorts. The pair is mine, and the absence of panties makes my imagination run wild, as if my cock was already touching her pussy.

“Damn it, Blake!” she gasps, then plants a hurried kiss before pulling back from my lips. She devours my neck, then descends to my chest, and further still, leaving a trail of kisses until she reaches my bulge. Her fingers tug at the waistband, removing my underwear. “Now I wantyou!”

As I stand exposed, her hand wraps around the base of my shaft while her scorching lips glide along my length.Fuck!She’s deepthroating me. I guess even angels can hang up their halos.

I tighten my grip on my back teeth, desperately trying to keep myself from getting too close to the edge as her tongue manipulates my hard-on.

“Sweetheart, I won’t be able to control myself if you continue like this.” With a drawn breath, I reluctantly pull out, the need to savor this incredible pleasure overriding my urge to cum.

She smiles with satisfaction, giving me one last lick on the crown as if to test my resolve.

I squirm, resisting. Then, with an apologetic kiss, I say, “Wait here,” knowing she needs to be close to Coco. Hastily, I dash to my bedroom to retrieve a condom. I slip it on and hurry back to her side.

“Sorry about that,” I murmur, pulling her out to the hallway, just outside the room, so we’re not too close to Coco but far enough so our noise hopefully doesn’t wake her. “I’m all yours.”

She pauses, and her innocent gaze returns. “And I’ll follow you.”

The way she says it melts me. It’s between sweet surrender and fierce admiration. “If you’re not okay with anything I do, just say so.”

“You’ve done so much for me. So whatever you do, it’ll be the icing on the cake.”

I have so many things I want to do to her, like exploit her ticklishness. But tonight, I’ll be gentle with her. In fact, gentle will be more than just the icing on the cake.

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