Page 30 of Broken Strings

She gives me what I want, bobbing faster, sucking harder, as she strokes and twists what she can't fit her lips around.

I watch it all through hooded eyes, committing every detail to memory. The flush of her cheeks, the way her lips slide down my shaft, the adoring gleam in her eyes when they meet mine. I don't ever want to forget a single second of this.

She swallows around me, the muscles of her throat massaging the head of my cock…and I fucking lost it.

Her name erupts from my lips in a strangled cry, my hips arching from the bed. Cum pulses up my shaft, spilling down her throat as my orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave.

She swallows it all, licking and sucking as I ride out the aftershocks, gasping her name. When I finally collapse back against the bed, boneless and spent, she places a soft kiss on the head before crawling up my body to straddle me.

"I love you forever, Grayson," she whispers fervently, her gaze tangled up with mine. "I never stopped loving you."

I surge up and capture her mouth with mine, tasting myself on her tongue as I pour everything I feel for her into the kiss, trying to imprint the fucking feel of it inside her so she never forgets, never doubts, never questions how deeply she has me. How deeply she'll always have me.

My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips. She rocks against me, her perfect cunt nestling against my cock. He's still hard, still begging. Stamina was never a problem with her. Apparently, it still isn't. Because as soon as I feel her juices on my shaft, cum spills across her skin, painting her lower lips with the evidence of how goddamn badly I need her.

"Inside," she gasps when she feels it. "Get inside me, Grayson."

"You want my cock, baby?"

"Yes!" she cries, her nails scoring my shoulder blades.

I suck at the pulse pounding beneath her ear, grinding her against me. "Then take it, sweetheart," I rasp against her skin. "Take us to heaven again."

I reach between us, grasping my cock and lining it up at her entrance. Our eyes lock, stormy gray tangled with emerald green, as she positions herself above me, her thighs shaking.

"Do it," I command.

With a little whimper of need, she slams herself down, taking me to the hilt in one deep, perfect thrust.

A hoarse shout erupts from my throat at the same moment a keening cry spills from her lips, the sounds bleeding together into one sustained note of rapture.

"Grayson!" she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I grip her hips, holding her still…just savoring the feel of her hot, tight cunt wrapped around me again. Christ, I forgot how fucking perfect she feels. Like she was made just for me, just for this.

"You feel so good, baby," I rasp, my hands shaking against her hips. "So fucking good."

She rocks against me, grinding her clit against my pelvis, greedy for every ounce of pleasure. Little mewls pour from her lips as she starts to move, rising up until just the tip of my cock is inside her before slamming back down.

I match her rhythm, thrusting up as she bears down, our bodies moving in sync. It's like no time has passed at all. Like my body remembers hers, remembers this. Remembers us.

Christ, how could it ever forget when this is what it was made for? When she was the reason I was put on this earth?

She leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling. I drink down her whimpers and sighs, getting drunk on the sounds of them, the taste of them.

"I love you," she breathes against my lips. "I love you so damn much."

"Fuck, I never stopped loving you. Not for a single goddamn second."

She kisses me again, deep and desperate, as if she's trying to crawl inside me and fuse us together. I want that, too. I never want to be apart from her again.

My hands roam her body, committing every new facet of it to memory. It's the same, yet so damn different. She's softer now, her breasts and hips fuller, her ass somehow more perfect. She feels different in my hands, but the electric hum is the same. I never want to forget these new aspects to her. Never want to forget how she feels wrapped around my cock as she rides me right now.

I don't want to live in the past, remembering only what we had. We're starting new here, building something from the wreckage. This is what I want to dream about when I dream now. This moment. This body.

I cup her breasts, feeling their weight in my palms. Her nipples pebble against my fingers, and I can't resist toying with them, rolling and plucking the hard little buds until she's panting and writhing above me.

"Yes, just like that," she whimpers, her movements growing faster, more frantic. "Don't stop, Grayson."