Page 12 of Forbidden Touch
It’s like he knows me, and every move to make.
Waves of new arousal spread through me like wildfire. Nodding, I touch my face to his powerful bicep and close my eyes. “It’s the same for me. A perfect match.”
He begins his rhythm, and the rod moves through me, the friction setting off sensuous waves of pleasure. His pupils penetrate me every bit as deeply as his member, probing me for a response.
Wrapping his beefy arms around me, he pulls me closer to him and presses kisses onto my forehead.
I moan and press my face against his upper arm as he continues pumping the cock into me, alternating between fast and slow patterns.
Sensations roll through me as my open mouth moans and coos his name.
His tender kisses are the most passionate act yet. The sensation of his male lips on my skin and his fingers clutching the back of my head while he slowly thrusts into me sends me over the edge.
My climax comes faster than expected and I yell his name in ecstasy.
He watches me the entire time and explodes into me afterward, coating all walls of my channel.
My belly is still jolting and twitching by the time he removes his long member and collapses to the side of me.
He nearly slides off the narrow sofa, and we both laugh, catching our breaths.
He places a foot down and looks at me. His eyes have become deeply familiar. It’s like I’ve known them for years.
Caressing his arm, and thinking he might not want to be alone tonight, I turn towards him. “Stay the night?”
“Are you sure? If I stay the night, I may never leave.”
The response shocks me until I see the sly smile on his face. And then I answer appropriately. “Sure, but only if you promise to pull my hair harder next time.”
A smile lands on his face. His eyebrow arches. “Oh, you like that, huh,” he says, rubbing my backside as I rise to my feet.
“I do,” I say, pinching my thumb and forefinger together. “A little bit.”
“Oh no, you liked it a lot,” he says, smiling and lingering at the small of my back. “I think you liked it even more than I did.”
Laughter bubbles from my throat. “You liar.”
We chase each other around the coffee table, tickling and caressing each other between laughs.
Smiling, my vision flicks to the fine mess we made of the sofa. “I have a bed.”
After arching his eyebrow, he licks his male lips. “Mmm. Show me.”
Chapter 5
Fiona
Remnantsoftheweekendsettle in my mind as the Monday morning sun pours onto the plush white carpet of my home gym. Drawing in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, the corners of my mouth tug into a smile.
Jonathan stayed with me the entire weekend until he reluctantly went home this morning. He’s a beautiful man. We spent our days laughing, eating, cuddling, and fucking. It’s unknown how much time he has left in this world, so we held on to every moment and cherished every minute.
I feel for him and his heart condition. How can he even handle it? At least the stolen moments we shared this weekend took the edge off. With the stress and anxiety gone, we could see past the family politics that kept us bound in chains for so long.
Lacing up my white tennis shoes, I stand up to inspect my image in the mirror. Yes, you spent the entire weekend with your biggest rival. Was it avoidable? No. Probably not. The chemical attraction was powerful—way too strong. Between the drinks, the conversation, and his aromatic skin, I couldn’t stop it.
He’d entranced every cell in my body, and it was magical. It was like he knew everything I wanted and when to give it to me.
There’s no one like him. No one on earth.