Page 367 of Now and Forever

“And what about this?” She brought my fingers towards her flat, toned stomach. “Do you like this? Her brow arched before she bit into her lip as she motioned my hand farther south, reaching into her heated crevice. “Or do you prefer this better?”

“Ava—” I was in agony. I hadn’t been this hard since I had first figured out masturbation.

“Is there something wrong, Reiss?” She portrayed beautiful, feigned innocence, as if she wasn’t the cause of my miserable disposition.

“You know bloody well what you’re doing to me,” I hissed out the words as though my life depended on them. “My cock’s been a raging inferno ever since you let me touch your sweet pussy.” Anguished, I let my thumb rub along the spot that was barely covered by polyester fabric.

When I heard her moan my name, I ground my thumb farther into her, hoping she’d let me see her fully naked instead of like the last time when she still had her clothes on.

Dear Lord, I was dying. I felt like my emotions were an unbelievable compound of lust, need, want, and all these unfulfilled desires to the point that I was bound to combust at any second.

“You poor thing.” She shook her head in disapproval. Then her next gesture caught me off guard. She cupped my balls before rubbing the rigid shaft within my trousers. “Am I helping you soothe the ache?” she wickedly murmured, making me all the more frustrated.

“A little.” I hoped to God she wasn’t toying with me. Because, if she was, I wasn’t sure where to go from here. Perhaps, I could die from Blue Balls Syndrome. Yeah, that was highly likely.

She made a purring sound when my hips thrust harder into her hand, needing more, so much more, of her.

“Touch me,” I begged, uncaring if I sounded desperate anymore.

One of her wicked, teasing looks appeared, bound to make me suffer further. “Not yet …”

Not yet? Bloody hell.

Desperately needing to communicate the urgency of my condition, I managed to shift the power to me as I steered us against the pillar that was situated in the middle of the room. “You like to tease? Well, let me return the favor, princess.” Just as I finished stating the last word, I didn’t hesitate to assault her luscious lips, kissing her hard, kissing her with all that I had.

Ava tasted like a piece of heaven with a little forbidden on the side. She tasted like ambrosia. Life had a warped way of making one addicted to something so good, so out of this world, that too much consumption of its goodness never failed to put a person in a bind. I knew for a fact that I was hooked, too. Come what may, I’d tackle it just so I could keep having this sweetness on my lips.

The kiss was so consuming my hands didn’t bother to roam anywhere else to cop a feel. Instead, they were cradling her face, never wanting it to end. Her lips battled with the same fervor and enthusiasm as mine. We became suspended from the rest of the world, only feeling us and this one sacred moment we were experiencing.

She broke off the kiss with her eyes closed, panting, undoubtedly just as shaken as I was from the potent power that had occurred.

“I want you, more than words could ever express.” Seeking her eyes, I wanted to see everything in those enthralling, beautiful, blue-violet irises of hers. I craved to see pleasure, shock, passion, and whatever emotion one could provoke from a person; I wanted to see it and claim it as my own.

She hadn’t stopped panting, making her chest heave as it pressed against mine, attaining my undivided attention. Without disconnecting our gaze, my hands sought her breasts, cupping them roughly as I weighed them in my hands, gently squeezing as I challenged her with my eyes. I was waiting for her to tell me to stop, to tell me where my boundaries were, but the only thing that came out of her softly parted lips were soft gasps that told me she wasn’t completely against my forward moves.

Impassioned, I lowered my determined lips before my over-eager tongue snaked out to taste her puckered rosebud nipple.

“Reiss!” she groaned, feeling heady at the sensations my ministrations were producing on her breasts.

As much as I wanted to get to the finish line, I knew I had to take my time in getting her aroused. I needed her in a state of no return so she’d beg me to take her. All of her.

Watching her through lust-filled eyes, I continued my journey of discovering her sensitive areas, kissing my way down to her navel as my hands never parted from her breasts. Once I reached the stretchy band of her nylon shorts, the tip of my nose caressed the area where her womb was located before lowering towards her pussy.

Her legs immediately parted as I buried my nose in her heat and inhaled the scent that soaked her shorts. The potent smell of her pussy provoked the animal in me. She was so wet and ready it drove me a little mad, too maddening perhaps. I became entirely too hasty at lowering her shorts down to her ankles before driving my mouth into her heat without stopping to check if she was okay with it.

With the use of my tongue, I parted her pussy lips, my tongue taking a long sweep of her hot cunt, tasting her sweet essence. Lips, tongue, and fingers all became my instruments to take her to orgasm, rocking her wet core against my mouth, driving her desire as it took her for a wild experience.

Ava was still coming down from her orgasm high when I kissed her deeply as my hands busied themselves discarding my trousers and boxer briefs. Once my cock sprung free from clothing suffocation, I situated myself between her thighs. My hips rocked as I slid in against her silky skin while I kissed her more hungrily compared to the last time. She responded in the same manner—fervent and seeming out of control.

My cock reached its destination, nestling against the silky wetness of her cunt, sliding against its heat. I began losing myself into the frenzied sensation.

“You feel incredible…just fucking perfect.”

Her moans became my calling as my hips ground deeper into her, demanding her legs to part farther.

“I’m dying to be inside you, Ava.” My plea came out in a rush.

“Reiss …” she gasped, contemplating, “what are you doing to me?”

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