Page 69 of Mine Forever
She doesn’t even have to touch me for it to twitch, wanting her attention.
“Come here, gorgeous.”
With a grace and elegance one is only born with, she walks to me. Her eyes are still full of fire as she keeps them steady on me.
When she stops between my spread apart knees, I reach up and cup the back of her neck, pulling her down for a kiss.
My tongue slides against hers as she moves closer into me, her hands landing on my shoulders.
Her fingernails dig into my skin, a biting pain mixing with the pleasure of her nipples brushing against my chest.
Those sweet buds harden against my skin, and with my free hand, I roll one and pinch lightly.
She moans into my mouth, her nails digging deeper. “Chase, please fuck me,” she groans against my lips.
I pull back and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “You need to come again, don’t you?”
A little moan escapes her as she nods.
With my teeth, I rip open the foil package and suit up as quick as I can.
She moves her hips over mine, and I line my cock up against her pussy, fighting back the urge to slam her down on me.
Sinking down, she takes me into her body inch by motherfucking inch.
She leans her head back and moans. “Oh God. That feels incredible. I can feel every inch of you.”
“You like this hard cock buried in your tight cunt, don’t you?”
Her answer is nothing more than a moan.
My hands grip her hips, watching where my dick disappears into her pussy.
The sight is so fucking hot, and the feeling of being inside Eden again after so many years makes me feel alive.
As though the four years since we last had sex have been black and white and now the world around us is in sparkling color.
Sex with Eden had been an experience like no other before. But now?
Now, I’m afraid I’m the one who’s ruined.
I flex my fingers against her skin, the urge to slam up into her almost more than I can bear.
It’s pure heaven and pure hell.
Glancing up, seeing her positioned above me—eyes closed, lips parted, looking like the fucking goddess she is—I wonder how the hell I ever let her go.
What man doesn’t want to see this picture every day of his life?
When our hips meet, she leans forward, her forehead against mine. “Chase,” she says breathlessly. “I’ve missed you. I missed us.”
I know what she means.
It’s always been more than sex between us, from the very first time.
I don’t—can’t—respond. I just lift her up and down, making us both moan.
She takes over, pushing up with her legs and lowering herself back down.
