Page 149 of The Echo of Forever
“I’m not ready yet, my forever,” he whispered, removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. I watched, mesmerized, as he sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “Be a good dragonfly and come suffocate me with that pretty pussy.”
I caught my breath, pretended to oblige, but instead turned around to face his feet. He chuckled against my pussy as I climbed on, the vibration sending shock waves through my already overstimulated body. I shuddered, wrapping both hands around his thick dick and spitting on the tip.
The weight of him in my hands made my mouth water. I stroked him slowly at first, then took him into my mouth, sucking and stroking him simultaneously. His tongue flicked against my clit at the same time before delving deeper, lapping at the wetness that had been gathering all night.
Our moans harmonized in the quiet room, his hips flexing up to push deeper into my mouth while I ground down against his tongue. The dual sensation of giving and receiving was overwhelming, but I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
Suddenly, he pushed me off him. “Fuck, baby. Too close.”
I laughed, satisfied that I’d nearly made him lose control. My eyes roamed over his naked body sprawled on the bed, taking in every inch of his beautiful skin. I loved how our complexionsmatched, how perfect we looked pressed together. Like we were made from the same material, crafted specifically for each other.
Crawling over to him, I leaned forward, letting my breasts hover over his dick. Lifting it, I used the head to play with my nipples, circling them slowly until I felt the sensation in my pussy.
“Your dick is so pretty, Echo,” I whispered, meeting his gaze as he leaned forward to take over.
He took himself in his hand, slapping the heavy flesh against my nipples over and over.
The slight sting mixed with pleasure had me whimpering.
“Everything about you is pretty, baby,” he replied, pulling me up to straddle him in a sitting position.
I pressed my thighs against the sides of his body, crossing my legs behind his back for security, while he stretched his out behind me. I used his shoulders for leverage, needing that dick something bad. He positioned himself right at my entrance, and I slowly slid down it.
“Fuckk,” we moaned together as I seated myself completely.
The way he stretched me was so perfect; the way my body adjusted to accommodate him, too.
“Tell me,” Demetrius whispered, fingers gripping my ass as he gently guided my hips back and forth.
I licked the tip of his nose before whispering back, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Each declaration was punctuated by a roll of my hips.
He began pulling me up and down by the waist, meeting the movement with deep upstrokes that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. The room filled with our moans, whispers of love, and the wet sounds of my pussy taking him over and over.
Lost in the sensation, I leaned back, planting my hands against his legs behind me for support. The new angle had himhitting my g-spot with every thrust, while my clit throbbed with need.
I took control again, riding him fast and hard, chasing the building pressure at my core.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, fingers digging into my hips. “Take what you need from me.”
The sight of him beneath me, eyes hooded with pleasure, lips parted as he watched me use his body for my pleasure, pushed me over the edge. An orgasm tore through me, my walls clenching around him as I cried out his name.
My release triggered his own, and I leaned forward, pushing him back so we could ride the wave pressed together. He spilled inside me with a guttural moan that sent aftershocks through my body.
“I love the way you moan for me, baby,” I whispered against the shell of his ear, biting down on the lobe as I came more gently this time.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close, lips pressed to my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered, licking where his mouth had been.
I smiled.
“I love you, too.”
This wasn’t just sex; it was our bodies connecting in the most intimate way possible, our souls recognizing each other beyond memory or time.
I wanted it forever. Him. This.Us.
A couple of hours later, I was wrapped around Demetrius like the first time we cuddled together. This was my preferred method of living in his skin and probably wouldn’t change.
