Page 96 of From Us, Forever

Popping the straw into the strawberry milk, I held it to her lips. “Drink.”

Confusion clouded her eyes. “Why? You’re supposed to, not me.”

“Just drink it, sweetheart.”

She sighed, “Fine,” closing her lips around the straw.

And before she could swallow it, I gently tugged the straw away and captured her lips, drinking the milk out of her mouth. A loud moan ripped from her lips while my tongue stroked and sucked the milk from every inch of her mouth. My cock settled on the valley of her thighs, grinding against her softness. She tasted divine, and it was the best fucking strawberry milk I’d ever had in my entire existence.

EVY

I didn’t think there would ever be a right word to explain the feelings electrifying my body at the moment.

It was deliriously sensual, warm like a soft flame licking my skin.

My lungs were fighting for air when he pulled away, his fingers smoothing over the thin straps of my teddy. “Did you wear this for me?”

I nodded, squirming when he pulled it away, releasing one of my arms. Gently, he tugged the material down, revealing my breast. He did the same thing on the other side until the top of my dress pooled at my waist.

My toes curled when he hiked my dress up so that they formed a thin band around my waist.

“Did you also wear this for me?” he asked, snapping the band of my very thin, very transparent pastel-pink lace thong that had a little bow in the center.

“Yes,” I rasped, licking my lips, tasting the remnants of strawberry and him. “I want you.”

His eyes darkened as he pulled his hoodie over his head and threw it aside. “How much do you want me?”

“So much,” I whispered, taking in his skin.

The flash of amber from the candles glowed over his tattoos and taut skin. The trail of hair and the deep v running over his lower abdomen, leading to his hard length straining in his jeans, made my core ache and throb.

“Is it?” He lifted a brow, smirking as his thumb pressed on my clit. The softness of the material and the pressure from his finger flooded my blood with pleasure.

I bit my lip, suppressing a moan.

Still smirking, he slowly peeled them off me, leaving me naked from below the hips. There was something about him standing, tall and strong, watching over me while I lay bare and open and wet for him.

He brought my panties to his nose and deeply inhaled. “Exquisite. I think I’m going to keep them,” he said, placing them in his back pocket.

Heat flushed my skin red.

I watched as he stole another big juicy strawberry from the tray and got himself situated on top of me. The warmth from the heat of his bare skin brushed over the tips of my nipples, lighting my nerves on fire.

“Bite,” he commanded. “Just the edge.”

Fuck, all this teasing was killing me, and not having him for three days was only making this worse. But I obeyed, taking a small bite.

“Good girl.” He placed a kiss on my cheek.

He softly glided the fruit across my lips, chin, and down my throat while his tongue followed the trail.

I moaned his name, threading my fingers through his luscious hair. The sensation of his warm tongue and the softness of his lips was driving me wild.

He did the same thing with my nipples and caught them with his teeth.

“God, Jay,” I whined while he sucked, nipped, and tongued, giving equal attention to both of them. The ache in me intensified. My hips rose on their own accord, trying to relieve some of that ache.

He smirked, going lower, and my lungs lost their capacity to breathe.

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