Page 15 of Forbidden Love
We stumble toward the bed, our hands roaming, our breaths quickening. There’s no room for doubt and no space for second-guessing.
This isn’t only about tonight. It’s about what happens next. And now that I have her, I won’t let her go.
Chapter 5
Maya
Closingthegapbetweenus, my heart races as his firm hand grasps the nape of my neck, pulling me closer.
His lips meet mine in a primal and urgent kiss. His touch sends hormones coursing through my veins, and I yield to the heat of his embrace.
Our bodies fit together seamlessly, his robust frame enveloping me in a sensation that is tantalizing and intoxicating. As our kiss deepens, his tongue explores my mouth with an urgency that leaves me breathless.
The taste of bubblegum lingers on my lips from earlier, adding a sweet tang to the moment.
Dizzy with longing, we finally part, both gasping for air. A fierce craving pulses through me.
His primal amber eyes bore into mine, intense. “Do you want this as much as I do?”
I meet his gaze and nod in response, my breaths coming in shallow bursts. “Yes.”
As his lips purse, his male hands slip under my white satin slip dress. His touch beneath my clothing sends shivers across my back and I gasp, throwing my head back to relish the pleasure.
He kisses the flesh of my neck while he traces patterns across the slick folds of my core. “How long have you been this wet?”
I swallow. “Since we sat alone in your office.”
He licks his lips and bites the bottom one as his fingers circle the hungry, swollen nub. “So, you’ve been waiting for me to touch you like this?”
My breathing grows cumbersome as his deep voice fills my ears. After shutting my eyelids, a whimper arises from my throat. Finally opening my eyes, I nod.
The edge of his lips lifts into a subtle smile. “Good girl.”
After pausing briefly to undo the buttons of my dress, his kisses trail along the curve of my collarbone and neck.
More soft moans escape my mouth.
His toned muscles ripple and flex as he removes his shirt, revealing his rugged, tan build. The fabric of his shirt slides off his chiseled chest to display a light dusting of hair.
His skin glistens with sweat, reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight creeping in through the window.
Above us, the ceiling fan hums.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as I watch him undress, his defined muscles flexing with each movement as he slips off his dark jeans.
My breasts remain clothed for now—taunting him to reveal them. With eager hands and hungry eyes locked on mine, he frees the breasts from their confines one by one. While cupping their weight in his palms, he worships every inch by suckling gently.
The ache inside me becomes almost unbearable and I claw at the elastic banding of his black knit briefs.
With shaky hands, he pulls his remaining clothing down and lets himself spring free. While holding his long, hard rod in one hand, he rubs it against my willing thigh.
The gentle rhythm of his hand makes me tremble with need. My breath hitches in my throat as I close my eyelids, allowing the pleasure to seep through my veins.
As he continues to caress me with his hard erection, I slowly spread my legs wider, inviting him closer. Our bodies are now mere inches apart, and I can sense the heat radiating from his skin.
A flush creeps up my neck and into my cheeks as I reach out and touch the male organ. My mouth waters. It’s a new hunger that takes hold of me as I hold the swollen masterpiece in my hand.
He pauses and holds his breath, studying me intently. “Have you had a man of my size before?”