Page 58 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
I want to stay here—just like this—for the rest of my life.
Under her, I thrust up, a slow, steady rhythm that soon has her panting. I take a bobbing breast in my mouth and suck, swirling my tongue around her. Vanessa is every bit as sweet as she was the first time I made love to her. But she’s hardly passive. Her hips rock and swivel as she rises on her knees, then falls back onto my cock in long, increasingly frantic strokes.
Her hair falls around us like a cloud. As the sun begins to slant in, it lights her up. She looks like an angel…but she feels like a goddess. She’s perfect. And when the fire brewing in my balls swells and gathers, I know I can’t last.
I’ve got to fix that—fast.
“Stop,” I command, gripping her hips to stay her.
“Rush…” she whimpers.
“Do it, little girl.”
Reluctantly, she stills.
“Good. Now stand on your knees and rock your hips forward.”
She’s breathing hard and looks like she’s in pain, but she complies again. She really is a submissive little thing in the bedroom, and I’m going to have a shitload of fun with that later. But now, I have something beyond exciting to focus on.
Her pussy inches from my face.
With a hungry growl, I clasp her pert ass in my hands, then drag her up until her knees part around my ears. I swipe my tongue over her slick folds, then dip between them, where she’s syrup-warm and all her secrets shimmer. She tastes like spun sugar with a hint of tart. Fuck, I can’t get enough of pure musky female honey on my tongue, but I sure as hell try, sucking her clit, lapping and lashing and loving it, like the animal she makes me.
“Rush!”
The way she cries my name, I know that’s not a plea to stop. So I keep assailing her most sensitive, tender flesh until she’s gasping, her back is arching, her thighs are trembling.
Perfect.
With one hand, I stroke my cock. With the other, I push her back down to it, angling it just right. “Bend your knees. Take me again.”
Immediately she pushes down—and gets a pussy full of me. In return, she rewards me with another pink-cheeked whimper.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And she’s about to come. I know it in the way she moves. I feel it in the way she tightens on me. I’m sure of it when she looks at me with heavy-lidded alarm, like the sensations are more than she knows how to handle.
“Vanessa,” I grit out her name as desire undoes me. “Give it to me. Now.”
Because need has clawed past my restraint, and I can’t hold back anymore.
As she tosses her head back, arms tugging at my belt, she screams out in pleasure. I shuttle her up and down my cock as the lid blows off my restraint and I let go inside her, shoving myself as deep as I can.
And holy shit, this orgasm takes my breath, makes me dizzy. I fucking see stars. I feel my own heart pounding relentlessly for her—all to the soundtrack of her screaming my name.
Oh, damn. Never mind moving in together. I mean, we will. Like today. But I’m putting a ring on her finger the minute I find the right one. If she loves me and I’m both marrying her and giving her babies, her old man can’t off me.
Right?
“Oh, my gosh. Rush…” Vanessa wilts, but the belt securing her wrists doesn’t have enough give to allow her body to rest on mine.
With desperate fingers, I unbuckle it. She comes tumbling down onto me, eyes wide and thankful, kissing me as she presses her bare breasts to my damp chest and closes her eyes with a sigh.
We both want the comfort of closeness, so I roll her to her back and follow her over, pushing myself as far into her as I can while I nuzzle her neck.
My life will never again be complete without her.
“I love you, Vanessa.” And those are some scary-as-fuck words. I’ve never said them to any woman except my mother.
When I lift my head, she blinks at me. Tears well in her eyes. “I love you, too.”
