Page 77 of The Forever Play

Helping her slide the orange fabric off her arms and down her body, I trail my fingers over the freshly exposed skin, lightly tickling her thighs as I work my way back up her body and nuzzle the cute Tweety Bird who’s giving me attitude on the front of her pajama top.

I can’t wait to whip this thing off and taste the goodies, but I’m savoring right now. I’m watching, admiring, drinking her in.

Raising her hands above her head, she lightly grips the bedpost above her and purrs, “You want to savor me?”

Holy shit, I love this woman so fucking much.

Her eyes sparkle, but then her teeth are soon pinching her bottom lip, and she’s tugging the bottom of her top down with a nervous titter. “My body’s changed a little. It’s not as… I’ve got stretch marks and…”

With wrinkled eyebrows, she shifts uncomfortably, her eyes darting to the lamp like she’s thinking of turning it off.

“No way, Sparks. The light stays on.” Lightly takingher wrists, I guide her hands back up to grab the bedpost again before trailing my fingers over her exposed arm, then slowly pushing her shirt up. Tweety’s face gets wrinkled as I concertina him away so I can gaze down at Sienna’s perfect tits. Oh man, I’ve missed them.

Trailing my fingers lightly around each of them, I run my thumb across her nipples and enjoy her little shudder.

“So beautiful,” I whisper, skimming my knuckles down her torso before painting a circle around her belly button. “I need to see your body, baby. I’ve missed it.”

Her eyes start to glisten as she sniffs and nods. “I’ve missed yours too.”

My throat clogs with an emotion so thick I can’t speak. All I can do is show her how much I mean what I’m saying.

Reaching behind my head, I grip the back of my shirt and pull it off, throwing it to the side. She reaches for me, her eyes bright with hunger as she trails her fingers down my ridges. It tickles, but I let her explore for a second, loving the look on her face right now.

Talk about feeling admired.

When she licks her lips like a lioness about to pounce, I grab her hands and lift them over her head again. Gently forcing her fingers around that bedpost, I silently tell her to hold on before giving her a playfully wicked grin, then start to work my way down her body.

As much as I want to tear her clothes off, I take it slow. It’s a sweet torture as I nudge the straps off her shoulders, licking a path up her neck before sucking her chin and working my way back down between her collarbones.

Her whimper is delicious.

I smile against her skin, nibbling a line between her breasts before pulling the shirt over her head. She flicks her hair out of the way while I push Tweety to the floor, then run the tip of my nose across the curve of her breast before sucking her beaded nipple into my mouth.

Her groan is the sweetest music, and I draw out that luscious sound, teasing her nipple with my tongue while lightly pinching the other between my thumb and forefinger. She starts to pant, her chest heaving already, and I’m loving every fucking second of this.

She grips the bedpost above her, her arms shaking as I gruffly tell her, “Don’t let go, baby.”

Undressing her this slowly is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. It’s taking all my willpower not to pounce and plunge, but I hold out. I fight the animalistic urge inside me, and I trail my tongue down her body, dipping it into her belly button before tracing the faint stretch marks beneath. I don’t know what she’s worried about. She’s still the sexiest woman I know, and I tell her so before cinching the waistband of her pajama bottoms with my teeth.

She groans and starts pleading, “Yes. Please, yes.”

I glance up and her eyes are on me, that blue gaze so intense and needy that I let out a soft growl and tug her pants down. She giggles, lifting her hips and letting go of the bedpost to help me out.

“Keep holding on to that, Sparks. It’s sexy as fuck.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers. “I need to touch you.”

Plunging her fingers into my hair, she fists the back as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Oh fuck, she tastes good.

Her hips buck and I slip my hands under her perfectass, giving it a squeeze as I lick, taste, and explore the oasis between her legs.

My cock is straining for release, and when she starts frantically scrambling to tug my pants off, I kneel back and let her. As soon as my sweats are past my ass cheeks, she dives into my boxer briefs and wraps her fingers around my length.

I tip my head back with a moan, loving her hands on me. She sits up, nudging my boxers down with her free hand.

“I need you naked. Like stat.” She starts kicking the pajama bottoms off her feet and I help her out, throwing them over my shoulder before nudging my jeans and underwear off.

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