Page 81 of Forever Yours

His teases turned to strokes when his hand curled around my shaft. I reached behind me and speared my hand through his hair, fisting it.

Panting and lost in the pleasure of his touch, I asked, “Don’t you have practice this afternoon?”

“Come with me?”

That held a whole other connotation because I was seconds away from coming all over his hand. He sensed the tension in my muscles as they coiled tightly, telling him I was close.

“Is this okay?”

He circled the tip of my cock with his thumb, smearing the bead of liquid around the head.

God, yes.

“Yes.”

“Can I put my mouth on you?”

As much as I enjoyed hearing him ask it last night, I didn’t want him to think he had to get my consent every time we were together. It made me realize how much I also hurt him. He was terrified of losing me, but he loved me enough to let me go. He put my needs first, even though it devastated him to do so.

“You don’t need permission to touch me. I’m yours, Julien.”

I turned my head as far to the side as I could, wanting the taste of his lips. At that angle, our kiss was all tongue and passion and sloppy and perfect.

Julien rolled me over and settled between my legs. My arms went to his chest, and my thighs widened to accommodate him. He propped his weight on his forearms and cradled my head between his hands. Our eyes met and held, our love language being spoken without words as our bodies spoke them for us.

He made love to my mouth, fucking me with sensuous thrusts of his tongue that liquefied my bones and curled my toes.

“You are so strong, baby,” he said as he pressed healing kisses over my bruises. “So fucking strong.”

I hadn’t felt strong while I let that guy beat the shit out of me. Something I vowed would never happen again. I was going to learn how to protect myself. To learn the skills needed to fight back if I was ever in that situation again. And Fallon was going to teach me.

My hands roamed to his backside, pulling him closer so I could grind our cocks together. God, that felt so good, especially when he sucked and licked my neck, hitting those erogenous spots that sent me flying. I had one right behind my ear and one just under my chin.

“Oh,fuck,” I moaned loudly when he took my nipple in his mouth while one hand lightly massaged and fondled my balls.

I needed him to be right there with me, wrapped in euphoria and riding that high toward release. I slipped a finger up the valley of his ass, finding that tight ring of skin, and penetrated the barrier one knuckle deep.

“You play dirty,” he growled against my chest and nipped me with his teeth, which only amped up everything I was feeling.

My body was a live wire, and my skin overly sensitized. It amazed me every time we made love because the fire between us burned so brightly, not once diminishing in all the time we had known each other. This gorgeous, wonderful, complicated man was mine.

“Please, baby, I want to come,” I begged.

I had been days without him. Days of longing for him. And I couldn’t wait.

I slid another finger inside him.

“Fuck, Elijah. Just let me—”

He pushed back, almost falling off the bed, and took me in his mouth, sucking my cock so far back in his throat, my damn eyes crossed. My fingers couldn’t reach him, not his ass or his dick, so they busied themselves with pinching his nipples.

“I need inside you right fucking now.”

He raised up on his knees and took me in his hand, jerking me hard until I came with a cry, his name echoing off the walls of the room. He rubbed my release into my stomach, making a wonderful mess. With a wicked smirk, he licked my cum from his index finger, eyes closing in bliss.

“Come here.” I pulled him down to me.

I loved tasting the both of us on his lips.

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