“Yeah,” she agreed, brushing her nose against mine pleading for more—more that I absolutely planned to give her. “Now, lets see what we can do about that kiss.”
I roughly pushed a hand into the back of her hair, causing her to gasp. Then, while her mouth was still open, I took it in a hard, unapologetic kiss. Our tongues tangled as I used her hair to control the pace. She was hurried, but I was steady. There was no rush in eternity.
“Forever.” I moaned into her mouth while she rocked against my cock, which was unfortunately still tucked away in my jeans. “Say it.” I demanded, lifting my hips to increase the pressure.
“Why aren’t you naked?” she groaned, taking my mouth in another hard kiss, as her hand traveled down to the button on my jeans.
“Because I’m erasing where that asshole touched you. Then we’re spending the rest of the night rewriting it the way it should’ve been. I may’ve been the first, but this time when I make you come I want to know I’ll be the last. Now, fucking tell me it’s forever.”
A slow, sexy smile crossed her lips. “You’ve always been forever for me.”
“No matter how bad I fuck things up, we make this work. Forever.”
Her smile grew. “Stop freaking out and start rewriting.”
“Eliza . . .”
“Till, shut up.” She peppered kisses over my face. “Forever. Forever. Forever. I swear to love you, Till Page. Even if you fuck it up. ” She leaned back to catch my eyes. “Better?”
I blew out a relieved breath. “Much. Now, just so you know, I want to be the one to tell Bailey to fuck off.”
“No way! You’ll kill him,” she said so seriously that it made me laugh. “You let me handle, Derrick. He’s coming over tomorrow night. I’ll break it to him kindly then.”
“Fuck no you won’t! He’s not coming over here ever again.”
“Are we really fighting over Derrick Bailey while I’m sitting naked on your lap? This seems like a gross misuse of time.” She reached down and drew her fingernail over my cock. “Let me tell him tomorrow, and then you can say whatever you want next time you see him at the gym.”
I rumbled a groan and pressed my own hand between her legs.
“Can we go back to rewriting now?” She circled her hips against my fingers.
“Yeah.” I smiled, then began looking around the room. “Where do you want to start? Couch sex has its merits, but I think I’d like to lay you out on that table.”
Her eyes heated but she released the sweetest giggle when she answered, “Both.”
“Good plan.” Standing up off the couch, I slid her down my body until her feet landed on the ground. I began to push my jeans down my thighs, but paused to pull a long strip of condoms from my back pocket.
“Thank God!” she exclaimed, shoving me down on the couch.
I laughed as I fell, but Eliza made quick work of dragging my jeans off my feet as I tore the shirt over my head. She climbed onto my lap while I rolled the condom on between us, and within seconds, she sank down on my cock.
“Fuck.” I cursed as she began to ride me.
I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn’t drag my eyes from her body. She must have noticed my hungry gaze, because she asked, “You like to watch?” as she slid her hands up over her breasts and into her hair.
“My cock’s inside you, Eliza. I could watch this every fucking day for the rest of my life.”
“Good. Because you might have too.” She quickened her pace.
“That’s not exactly a hardship.” I leaned forward only long enough to drag my tongue over each of her nipples then reclined against the back of the couch.
Licking my finger, I slid it between us. On every down stroke, I gently tapped her clit, making her go wild on top of me. It was an unbelievably sexy sight.
She reached down and guided my hand to her breast. “No hands. I’m close.”
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. This isn’t the only time I’m making you come tonight.” I stared down as I once again found her clit.
“I mean . . . I don’t think I need your hand,” she panted and my eyes flashed to hers.
“No hands?” I questioned in shock.
She shook her head as she tightly wrapped her arms around my neck and continued to move over me, searching for her release.
No. Fucking. Hands.
I sat up, shifting to the edge of the couch, and began fucking her from the bottom. I could feel her muscles tense around my cock but I couldn’t keep up a pace in that position to make her come.
Jesus, she was so close though. I pushed to my feet with her in my arms.
“Don’t stop,” she cried. “Please.”
“Shhh . . .” I soothed as I leaned her shoulders against the wall. “Hold on, baby.” She clung to me as I drilled inside her. With every thrust her muscles contracted, fueling me forward.
“Harder,” she pleaded. However, if I fucked her much harder, we were going to be rebuilding a wall in her apartment.
I carried her over to the small dinning room table before releasing her legs and pulling out.