Page 52 of Forever

“Talk to me,” he said.

“I just… I mean, what about you?”

“What about me.” Before she could formulate some kind of response, he shook his head. “I still feel everything. The softness of your skin.” He cupped her breast. “And where you’re tight for me.” He ran his thumb up and over her nipple. “And I get to watch you move under my touch.”

As he swept his hand down her body and around to the inside of her thigh, she opened her legs for him, her spine curling, her head moving back into the pillow again.

“Watching you feel pleasure,” he said as he lowered his mouth to her nipple, “is doing more for me than whatever Gus pumped into me down in the lab. Trust me. Just be with me here, Lydia, let me make you feel good—for the both of us.”

As his palm went higher, she gave herself into what he was doing to her, rolling her hips in anticipation. He refused to rush, though. He took his sweet time getting to her sex, and with every inch higher, her arousal intensified—when he finally made contact, she gasped, and that was when he kissed her mouth again. Sealing her lips with his own, he rubbed her back and forth, the heel of his palm taking the seam of her hiking pants and turning it into a torment she couldn’t get enough of.

“Please…”

“Please, what?” he said in a low voice, a voice she remembered.

“I need you.”

Daniel needed his woman, too. His limitations were real, but so was what he could still do. He could use his mouth. He could use his hands—and he did.

“Lift your hips.” When she did as he asked, he sat up. “Help me with the button, would you?”

There was no pause at all, and she attacked the fastening of her pants. And it was funny—or maybe liberating was more like it. He didn’t even give a shit that he needed help. Who the fuck cared. All he wanted was to keep the vibe going, and give her as many orgasms as she could take—

“Oh, yes,” he told her. “That’s it.”

He watched from above as she squirmed out of those hiking pants—as well as her underwear. The fact that she was impatient made him feel a male kind of satisfaction that had once been a familiar sensation, but nothing he’d sported since the spring. And then there was the way her breasts bobbed and swung, those nipples bouncing as she moved with none of her usual grace.

Which is not a bad thing at all, he thought as he licked his lips.

When she lay back down, he smiled and put his hands on her, stroking her from her tight breasts down her stomach to the bare cleft that was between her thighs. But he didn’t want to give her what they both needed—no, he wanted them to wait. Anticipation was a sweet bitch, wasn’t it.

Except he didn’t last as long as he’d hoped.

The sex was different without his cock being involved, but he was juiced and hungry for her release, sure as if it were his own. And it was the strangest fucking thing. As he pleasured her, slipping his fingers up and down her slick, hot core, he lived through her response, every moan and twist something that was transmitted into his own body—

She cried out his name when he penetrated her, and his eyes closed as his own head fell back. She was so tight, and God, he was panting, too.

He could remember what it was like to have his cock in her, the way the constriction had been so electric, how his whole body felt the fiery hold. Riding those memories, he found a rhythm to his stroking, and he wanted to kiss her, but he needed to see her more—and what a picture she was, naked on top of the bed, one knee out to the side, her breasts pumping up and down, her hands fisting the duvet that was wrinkled underneath her.

“Come for me,” he commanded. “Let me watch you come.”

Three fingers now, going in and out of her, every penetration bringing the heel of his palm against the top of her core, her hips working her against him—

Oops, annnnnd there went a pillow. And another.

Her body was contorting now, jacking to the side, her knees coming up, her legs locking in against him, her hands punching down and holding him in place—

Lydia came hard, the contractions so tight he could feel them, and oh, shit, it wasgood, the tension releasing in his own body, a shimmering going through him as if he’d somehow absorbed part of the orgasm.

When she eased up and flopped onto her back, he kept his hand right where it was and smiled a big ol’ yeah-I-did-that-to-my-woman grin.

Sure as if he’d never pleasured her so well before.

Lifting her heavy lids, Lydia looked up at him… and there it was. That love shining in her eyes, the thing he hadn’t seen for so long.

“You’re the best medicine I have,” he said as he leaned forward and tilted her chin up.

Putting his mouth against hers, he stroked her hair back: Thanks to the writhing, the ponytail she’d put it in was no longer up to its job, all kinds of frizz surrounding her.

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