Page 81 of Kiss Me Forever

“Reece.”

“I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” And then he was inside me, hard, thick, and there was no more thinking. My toes barely reached the ground, so I arched my back, taking him deeper. He slid his finger over my clit, swiping at the hoop there, and I shivered, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I came.

“So fucking tight. That’s my Brooklyn. That’s it. Take me.”

He moved, both of us moaning, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the empty house.

But then he pulled out, leaving me aching.

“We’re not done,” he growled, before tugging me onto the couch behind him. He laid back, his dick standing at attention, and I went to sit right on top of it.

“No, my face.”

I’ve raised a brow. “Excuse me? I thought you wanted to come.”

“I need to taste you first. Sit on my face, Brooklyn.”

Both of us laughing, loving these rare moments of time where we could just be ourselves, alone in a home that was constantly full of people, I felt at peace. I scrambled on top of the couch, grateful that it was wide enough for this, and bent so I was facing his cock, and I hovered over his face.

“Just tap my thigh if I suffocate you.”

Reece’s warm breath against my thigh as he laughed made me smile and shiver. “And what a way to go,” he growled, before giving my cunt a long swipe of his tongue.

I shivered, then he was feasting, sucking and licking, using his fingers to spread me. And since it was there, I gripped the base of his cock and began to have my taste. I bobbed my head, doing my best to focus on him, but it wasn’t easy when he was doing the goddess’s work to make me come. I could barely breathe, either with him in my mouth, or just with the panting involved, and when his lips circled my clit, my tugging at the ring, I came on his face, loving the way he’d groaned. The pre-cum on the tip of his dick settled on my tongue, salty and slick, but before I could have more of him, he shifted us again. Laughing because we were ridiculous and knowing that if we weren’t careful, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Okay, now you can sit on me,” he said, as he sat on the couch with me hovering above him. Even though he was already wet from my mouth and my pussy, he spit into his hand and ran his palm over his length.

“Why is that so hot?”

“Because you’re dirty. Just like I like you.”

I leaned down and took his mouth, before I slid myself over him. I was already swollen, aching, but it didn’t matter. I just wanted him.

He gripped my ass, massaging me as I rolled my hips, not bothering to lift up and down. But that was just fine, because I was ready to come. And finally, he licked at my nipples, and I came again, this time crying because I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, and then he followed. I buried my face in his neck, tears leaking, as he held me to his chest, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his cum.

“We’re making a fucking mess,” he growled against my ear, and I smiled against him, unable to speak.

“You just sit there for a minute or two, and I’ll take care of you.”

“You may have to burn this couch.”

“No we won’t. This is my game room couch, in the man cave. It’s why I scotch guarded it.”

I laughed against him, wondering what I had done in a past life to earn him.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pulled back, his semi-hard dick still inside me.

He pushed my hair back from my face, studying me with such an intense gaze I wanted to duck my head. But he lifted my chin with one hand, his other hand lazily playing with my breasts.

“I love you too, Freckles. Having a rare moment with you where we’re not trying to be quiet in the shower or the bedroom is nice.”

“Fucking like bunnies in a house that neither one of us live in. Sounds pretty fun,” I teased.

We were indeed in my old home, and while we were on his couch, it was one we had moved over here so I could bring my better couch to his home. Our home.

We were going to sell this one soon, and figure out what to do with some of the old furniture, but having a moment where we could just fuck like bunnies without having to deal with anyone walking in was nice.

Although, more than a few Montgomerys had keys, so that might be an issue, but I wasn’t going to think about that.