Page 55 of Forever Only Once

“Hold on right there,” I whispered. And then I ran off, a laugh bursting free from my lips because I was bouncing everywhere. He just stood there, standing in my living room, completely naked.

I would’ve thought this might ruin the mood, but not even a little. I went to my bathroom, pulled out a box of condoms, ripped it open, and spread the packages all over the floor, all the while continuing to laugh like I had lost my damn mind. I brought four of them with me into the living room.

Cross raised a brow, his gaze on my hand and then my breasts as I put my hands on them to keep them steady.

“Really? I’m not as young as I used to be. Maybe we can get through two. Perhaps three.”

I froze, blinking. “I was just kidding with the number of condoms I grabbed.” I paused. “Three times?” I asked, my voice really high-pitched.

“Fuck, yeah. Three times. If you want to get to four, though, I’ll have to begin soon. Maybe stretch.” He rolled his shoulders back, and then he lunged. I laughed and found myself on my back on the couch, his mouth on mine.

It took no time at all for him to bring me close to orgasm again, his hand between my thighs, rubbing me until I was panting, my hands on his back, wanting more.

And then he was sheathed in a condom, the sound of the wrapper an echo in my head, and I looked at him, trusting him more than I ever thought possible.

“Are you ready?” he whispered.

“I’m ready,” I whispered back.

And then he was inside me, stretching me to the limit. I could barely breathe.

This was everything. He was everything. But I couldn’t hold onto that, not right now.

I had to live in the moment. I just had to be.

But I could do this. This was what I needed. And I hadn’t even known.

We were on the couch, and he could barely fit. It didn’t matter because he was inside me, we were connected. And I wanted this. I needed this.

“You feeling good?” he asked.

“I feel everything.”

He winked and then kissed me softly.

“Me, too.”

And then he moved.

I moved with him, slightly unsure of what I was doing because it had been so long, but it didn’t matter. Because this was right. We were right.

I arched into him, and he slid deeper. We both moaned, his dick touching me in just the right place inside.

And then he moved faster, harder, pounding into me, his hands on my hips, keeping me steady as he pumped.

I played with my breasts, arching for him, and then I was coming, clamping around his cock. A breath later, he was coming with me, shouting my name, and then leaning over me, his lips on mine as he continued to pound, continued to fill me.

After, he moved to the side, bringing me half on top of him, and half to the side on the couch. Both of us lay there panting, his dick still inside me, my body still shaking.

“Wow,” Cross said, running his hands over my body.

“Agreed. Wow.”

“I may have to shave, or I’m going to end up giving you beard burn,” Cross said, slowly running his hands over my body again.

I tried to sit up, but it was hard when he was still inside. Instead, I pushed at his shoulder.

“What?” he asked.