Page 3 of Finally Forever
“Want to make our own romance novel?”
I nod, eagerly.
He cups the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his for a passionate kiss.
Our tongues meet, familiar and yet somehow still new. He tastes minty fresh. I love it. I love him. I love the feel of his lips and his hands on my body. I love the way he pushes me out of my comfort zone, and how he lights a fire inside me. I love how protective he is of me, and the confidence he always exudes. I love that he thinks of me in everything he does and loves every part of me, from my silly thoughts and nervousness to what revs my body and turns me into a hot and—according to him—sexy mess.
I slide my hands under his T-shirt and lean forward. His erection pushes against me from under his pajama pants. He clutches my backside and rubs me against him, building friction between us. I moan into his mouth.
“So fucking sweet.” He bites my bottom lip. “My girl. Always my girl.”
“Yes.” I rock against him and tangle my fingers in the back of his hair. It’s still grown out from after the car accident, giving me something to pull. He loves when I do it. I give the strands a light tug.
“Jesus.” He groans. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you or this sweet little body. Ainsley, you make me crazy for you. Do you know that?” He pins me with his dark gaze, desire swirling in his eyes.
“You do the same to me,” I murmur, barely able to get out the words through my heavy breaths.
He holds my gaze for a moment, his hands cupping my ears now. “I love you more than I ever thought possible. And no, I didn’t get that from one of your books. It’s a Gianni original.” He smirks.
I burst into laughter, doubling over and unintentionally squirming away. Only he can make me laugh and want to tear his clothes off at the same time.
“Where are you going?” He grabs my waist and slides me back to his hard length.
The moment my core meets his erection, he captures my mouth again and my humor is replaced with a rush of ecstasy.
“Sebastian.” I sigh and fumble to take off his shirt, desperate to feel his chest against mine. Skin-to-skin with him is the best.
He tugs it off and does the same to my shirt, leaving me naked before him. His gaze devours me. He shakes his head and lets out a low hiss. “So fucking beautiful.”
The wordfuckfrom his lips when we’re doing this is my biggest weakness. He knows what it does to me, and he can’t keep from using it when we’re in the moment.
I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. My breasts rub against his warm, muscular chest, and I kiss him deeply. We’re all lips and hands and pelvic thrusts, rocking and groaning against each other.
He slips his finger between my legs. “My girl is so wet for me.”
“Always,” I respond, near mindless with need. “Sebastian.Please.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He lifts me to my knees and yanks down his pants. His erection springs free.
Before Sebastian, I never imagined a penis could be beautiful, but his is. Big and hard, yet with skin so soft. I position myself so the tip rubs me in the perfect spot. My body tenses with so much need, I feel I might explode.
He opens his mouth to say something, but his jaw goes slack when I squeeze the base of his large erection.
“I need you…in me…now.” I pant.
With one thrust, he’s inside me, stretching and filling me in the perfect way.
I cry out, and he swallows it with a kiss. Sweat moistens my skin as I rock and bounce on his lap, working us both into a frenzy.
His fingers dig into my waist with a groan. “Shit, Ainsley. Slow down or I’m going to come.”
A warning goes off in the back of my brain, but I’m too far gone to care. I continue my pursuit toward a climax.
“Sebastian,” I murmur when his thrusts ease. “Fuck me.” It’s a strained whisper. A desperate plea. He’s the reason I’m like this. He has only himself to blame for being so good and knowing how to please me.
He hisses a curse, hugs me close to him, and lays me on the couch. The movement happens so fast, he doesn’t even pull out. His hands find the crook of my knees and he lifts my legs, sending his cock deeper.
I moan and pull his head to me—for what, I don’t know.
