Page 6 of Forever To Me

He uses his fingers and works me as he sucks and gently uses his teeth and his breath, and finally, he makes me come so hard I see fucking stars. Fucking stars. This cowboy is going to ruin me, and I’ll never be the same again. I’ll compare every single man I ever meet to this man from now on and the way he makes me feel. Jesus. What the hell have I done?

He then slowly trickles his kisses across my thighs and up my abdomen, and in one swift motion, he has my bra off and flings it across the room as if it offends him. Taking his time on my nipples, he makes them pebble hard, and when he seems satisfied with that, he peppers my collarbone with soft kisses and goosebumps cover my skin.

Palming my breasts in his hands like he’s won them as a prize, he hums when he sucks and flicks his tongue across my nipples, taking his time with pleasure etched on his face.

Holy shit.

He trails slow, deliberate kisses down my abdomen, his gaze locking onto mine as he murmurs, "Tonight’s going to be a night you’ll never forget."

A shiver runs through me, but I tease, "I guess pretending to be with me was totally worth it."

His lips curve into a wicked smirk as he hovers above my skin. "Wasn’t hard to pretend," he murmurs, voice thick with heat. "But I’d rather show you how real it can feel."

He works me with his tongue, and I squeeze the sheets, clenching my body, feeling everything. The scruff of his cheeks between my thighs as he uses his fingers and tongue to take me just to the edge, and before I go over, he pulls me back again, taking his time.

“What do you want now?" he asks, his gaze locking onto mine, dark and smoldering. His hair is tousled, messy from my hands, making him look effortlessly sexy—wild and completely untamed.

“I want you inside of me," I plead, breath panting, mouth salivating, and gaze glued to the rock-hard, sizeable bulge protruding from his black boxers.

He reaches for his pants, pulling out a condom from his wallet, and rips it open. He slides his boxers down, and I watch every move he makes, entranced.

Jesus, he's so sexy.

He rolls on the condom and leans over to me, kissing me and trickling his fingers down my breasts again to tease my nipples which are now rock-hard.

He works my clit again and whispers, "You're so wet, Red. Is this for me?"

I nod, unable to speak because I'm so close. He continues, watching me, kissing my ear, my cheek, my lips, and I finally can't take it anymore.

My body clenches hard on his fingers, and I seestars.

I moan, and he fists his cock and slides gently into me, making me gasp.

He gently takes me first, working his way up to a faster pace. The way he takes his time, kissing me, touching me, exploring me, it’s like I'm a treasure he just discovered. Gentle, yet powerful and giving.

"More," I plead.

He gives me what I want, taking me, moving me onto all fours, and pressing me into the pillow as he pounds me hard from behind. When I feel like I'm close again, he groans, and I come hard, just from the sound of his voice.

He moves with me, as if our bodies have now become one, and I don't want this night to end. His fingers intertwine with mine. Neither of us seem to want to stop touching each other. Each touch is electric and addicting. Because I haven't felt this in a long time. True passion, true longing for someone's touch. And tonight, he's given me it all.

He grips my hands, holding me tight while both of us come down from our high.

He lies next to me, holding me, looking into my eyes.

"Hi," I whisper, unsure what to say after that.

"Hi," he whispers back, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"How was your first one-night stand from the bar with your fake boyfriend?" he teases.

"Well, I'm not sure. We might need to do it again,” I say, mimicking his playful tone.

He laughs, and I love the sound of it and the way his eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles.

"Give me a minute, and I'll give you anything you want," he chuckles.

"And what do you want?" I ask as I push up on my elbow.

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