Page 85 of The Forever Play

“They’re delicious,” I argue, giggling when he sucks afew out of my belly button. “And if they’re so disgusting, you don’t have to keep going.”

“Are you kidding?” He glances up with an incredulous frown. “These are on your naked body. I don’t care if I hate them, I’m licking every inch of your skin until the only thing left on you is me.” His eyes darken with a heated look that has my pussy weeping, and now I’m the one growling, fisting his hair and dragging him up my body so I can kiss that tongue of his.

He tastes like Nerds, and I suck the sugar off his lips. The candy’s getting locked between us, melting into a sweaty mess as our lovemaking soon becomes a frantic rush. I yank at his boxer briefs, my nails leaving small scratch marks on him. He kicks them off his foot, completely unfazed by the red welts on his skin.

“Sorry,” I murmur, trying to kiss them better, but he nudges me back, sucking my nipples and mumbling in between kisses.

“Never be sorry for marking me like this, baby. I love your nails on me. I love your skin, your tongue, your taste…” He licks another Nerd off his lips. “Well, mostly your taste.”

I laugh at his sexy wink, then groan when he shifts on top of me, teasing my clit with a caress of his knuckle before cupping me and sending my body into a frenzy.

His hands and tongue are everywhere, taking me over the edge in a flurry of passion.

I somehow end up with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, the world turning upside down as he leaves a hickey on the top curve of my left breast and teases my clit until I can barely stand it.

As the orgasm rockets up my spine, he plunges into me, thrusting hard and fast.

Just like old times, we get completely lost in each other until he rips out of me and starts muttering about fucking condoms.

I snicker when he scrambles to get another one out of his wallet. My aching needy body is impatient, and I can’t keep my legs still as I wait for him.

“Last one.” He looks so relieved that I start to giggle, then end up crumpling with laughter that’s borderline hysterical when his urgent hands can’t open the packet.

“Use your teeth.”

“It’s the last one! I’m not doing anything to risk breaking the thing.” Sucking in a calming breath, he shakes out his hands and tries again, opening the condom with the delicacy of a brain surgeon and carefully rolling it on.

As soon as it’s secure, I jump onto his lap, lining him up and sliding straight back over him.

I’m so wet and slippery that I ride him at a fast pace, his fingers digging into my butt as our breath mingles together. We try to kiss, but this pace is too frantic.

Groaning, he pulls me close, then starts working my hips until my boobs are bouncing against his chest. My nipples graze his taut pecs, sending my body into a fresh delirium.

And then he’s choking out my name, pulling me down on him with an unbridled force and coming inside me with lusty jerks and moans that are so fucking hot, I follow right after him.

I’m not sure my heart rate will ever return to normal as I rest my forehead against his shoulder and try tobreathe. Seriously, I think my heart just detonated. It’s now scattered throughout my chest, slowly working its way back into one piece.

A shuddering giggle bursts out of me, and Zander’s hand trails down my back.

“What?” he murmurs against my shoulder.

“We have got to use Nerds again sometime.”

He snorts and lightly bites my shoulder. “I’d rather use coffee beans.”

“Gross.” I sit up and pull a face at him.

Cupping my cheeks, he gives me an adoring smile and pulls me in for a slow, luxurious kiss that I would happily stay locked in until morning.

“I’m sure we can think of something else to cover your body with.” He nibbles his way to my jawline, then up to my ear. “Maybe I can turn you into my personal s’more. I wouldn’t mind licking melted chocolate and marshmallows off this luscious body.”

My insides flare with desire as I wrap my arms and legs around this sexy man and start dreaming about all the good times still to come.

CHAPTER 32

ZANDER

I’m used to my alarm going at 5:15 a.m., even on a Saturday. But when I’ve spent half the night awake with my woman, it feels fucking ungodly having the thing start buzzing.

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