Page 40 of Pretend it’s Forever

But knowing this needed to be about her, I settled onto her bed, leaning against her headboard, and pulled her into my lap.

“Carson. What are you doing?”

“You’re going to come, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”

With the way the dresser was situated, we could see each other in the mirror, and she blushed from head to toe.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“We’ll take our time. We’re in no rush.” I kissed her neck, taking my time. Because at this point, this would be our only time. Our last time. And I would savor every moment of it.

I knew my cock pressed against her lower back, but neither one of us said anything. Instead, I settled her in between my legs and spread her before me.

“Oh.” She blushed from head to toe, her pussy wet and swollen in the reflection.

“Just touch yourself, show me what you do.”

“I—I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Then let me be your first.” Another kiss to her neck, her shoulder. I slid the top of her dress down gently, exposing one breast, and cupped her softly. I rolled her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger lazily as I watched her hand slowly slide between her thighs. And when she gently began to cup herself, rubbing her fingers along her clit, I sucked in a breath, but didn’t increase my speed. I would make sure she was the one in control. Because her first orgasm in this moment would be at her hands, with my aid.

Her head fell back to my shoulder, as her gasps increased, so I took my free hand and slid it over hers.

I increased the pressure, knowing it was her hand touching herself, and her gasps came quicker and quicker.

And as soon as she realized she could let go, and yet be in control at the same time, she fell. Wetness seeped from her cunt, soaking the bedspread as she came, her toes curling, her back arching.

As she came down from her orgasm, I moved her gently so she was on her back, and I was above her, my weight on my forearms by her head.

“Carson. I haven’t—” Her eyes widened, so glassy, so full of heat. But I took her mouth knowing I couldn’t let her say a damn thing. Because if she spoke, I would want more.

So instead, I stripped her dress off of her and quickly undid my pants. My cock sprang out, and I swallowed hard as soon as she gripped me.

With a shake of my head, I told myself that coming with one touch would be ridiculous, and so I stripped off my clothes and grabbed the condom that I had put in my pocket earlier.

Because tonight was just about sex. That’s what I told myself. That was why I was here.

There was no need for any emotion.

And as that lie wrapped around us both, I sheathed myself in the condom and took her mouth.

I wanted to go hard and fast, to take her, but instead I kissed up and down her body, paying extra attention to her nipples, and then her clit. And when she came on my tongue, I nearly groaned in relief and satisfaction. Knowing that if I said anything I could break this moment, I settled in between her legs and met her gaze.

“Still okay?” I asked.

She nodded, her eyes wide.

“Say it. Say you’ll take me.”

“Please. Please be inside me. Please.”

And with that, I gripped the base of my cock and gently eased my way inside her. She was so damn tight it was hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. I would sit in this moment, in this agony, until she was ready for me. As her cunt slowly began to take me deep inside, I rocked back and forth, easing the way.

Because I would never hurt her.

No matter what pain radiated through my body, I would never hurt Sophia Cage.

And when I found myself seated at last, I began to move, meeting her gaze.