“I need more,” I growl. Peeling her panties off, I dive right back to where I was. Spreading her lips, I lick, taking a moment to swirl and explore. I could do this for hours; I only need to feast on her for survival.
“Ford,” she cries.
I dip my tongue inside her center, before swiping back up to her clit, but I pause. “You’re ready. Are you aching for me?”
“Yes,” she responds and brings her hands to my head. “Don’t stop.”
“We’re just getting started,” I promise. My tongue flicks her clit, and my finger arrives at her center to explore her wet channel.
I suck and lick her, until she is panting and near her edge.
“I’m almost there.”
I work harder, find a rhythm, and keep her begging for more.
Then she’s convulsing against my mouth, and I slow down. I take a moment to enjoy her taste of subtle sweetness and inhale her. I keep my tongue flat against her clit until I feel she’s steady.
Brielle is trying to capture her breath, but I decide to kiss her anyways. She seems taken aback when she whimpers a sound, but then realizes her taste is on my lips, and she gets greedy.
My hand travels between her legs to feel her open and wet. She joins me in exploration, giving herself a stroke, but only once because she moves my boxer briefs and takes hold of my cock.
“Inside of me, please,” she pleads, ensuring our eyes stay connected.
“Get comfortable, baby.”
I invite her to scoot back onto my bed until her head rests on my pillow, and she unclasps her bra while I discard my boxer briefs.
Gliding my fingers up her inner thigh, I find my destination. Settling between her legs, the tip of my cock slides between her, taunting her clit and driving me feral.
“I’ll start slow,” I promise.
I begin to fill her, and she gasps, but our eyes catch and a reassuring smile spreads on her lips.
“You’re mine again,” I breathe into her neck.
“I was always yours.”
Inch by inch, I enter her, waiting for her cues, which are difficult to read, as her eyes remain committed and filled with what I believe is love.
I interweave our hands against the pillow by her ear, dragging myself in and out just enough to drive us wild.
“It’s okay, you can go deeper,” she encourages.
I stay inside of her but stop moving, and instead, I take the moment to bring my hand to her face to brush my thumb against her lips. Brielle is the one I’ll spend my life with, I know it, which is why I deliver her request. We get lost in this moment until we are riding a wave that involves two sweaty bodies, moving together, locked in a gaze, because the future is ours for the taking.
11
BRIELLE
Iwake feeling fulfilled.
Stretching out my arms and stirring in Ford’s bed, I make no mistake that I am in his arms, and he has been holding me all night after we went a few rounds.
He smiles down at me. “Hey, beautiful.” His voice is hoarse.
“How long have you been awake?” I yawn.
“A little while. I’m still getting used to sleeping in after years of waking early for training.”
