Page 84 of From Us, Forever

“I like the sound of that.” His finger twirled around a strand of my hair. “I was tired of it, too. I just want to…” His voice faded as his eyes traced over every inch of my skin in deep concentration, and I couldn’t help the flush that heated my skin. “Live in peace with you.”

“And you can.” I knotted my arms through the back of his neck, leaning closer. “Although I’m not sure peace is what I’ll be giving you. I could be feisty at times.”

He raised a brow, grinning. “I doubt that.”

“What!?” I scoffed. “I am.”

“Of course, you are.” He brushed his lips along mine in a soft kiss. I moaned, breathing deeper into him as my fingers threaded through his raven waves. Every stroke of his tongue felt like a million fireworks bursting inside me.

My stomach tightened when he ground his thickness along my wetness.

His hand holding my hip lowered and my breath hitched when he trailed a single long finger along my heated folds, gathering the wetness before he slowly slipped his finger in.

“Jay,” I breathed, my nose glued to his.

“Shush,” he whispered. “I know what my girl likes.”

Fuck.

He dragged his finger along my channel, stretching and circling, going deeper each time, and my toes curled from the sensuality of the movement.

I was so close when he pulled out of me and seized my lips in another kiss.

“Take me,” he commanded between the kisses.

The flickering candles and my ragged breath filled the air, and a loud moan ripped out of my throat when I sank into him, taking all of his inches inside me.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good. I know you were made for me, baby.”

I agreed, my knees digging into the side of his hips as he held me tight. I rose up and down, circling my core on his throbbing cock, pulsing inside me.

His lips trailed along my chest as the ache in me grew.

Meanwhile, his hands propped me up, and he started thrusting into me, and the water jolted out at our maddening rhythm.

My eyes rolled upward. “So good, Jay,” I moaned.

“I know, hold on.”

My hands gripped the edge of the tub as he pounded harder, and within seconds, I was screaming his name, my face buried in his neck as I crashed from the high and the orgasm hit me like a thousand pinpricks of pleasure.

“Evelyn,” he grunted my name, and that just made me come harder, my pussy squeezing around him as he shot ropes of his cum inside me.

Bone dead, I collapsed into him while we caught our breaths.

“That was…” I swallowed a breath.

“Phenomenal?”

“Monumental,” I finished. It felt like my lungs were feeding on lava.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I nodded, not wanting to move a muscle.

He bathed and toweled me, then gently laid me on the bed before pulling the sheets over us and spooning me tight.

Warm and sated.

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