Forever Isn’t Long Enough
Forever Isn't Long Enough
Hayvin
The wicked promise in his playful words sends a fresh round of arousal shooting through my body.
If there was never one thing I doubted during my relationship with Alek, it was that we had some damn good chemistry.
The way this man can bring my body to life has always been a craving that’s hard to ignore. The more I’ve witnessed this new version of him, the deeper that this yearning for him claws its way through me.
Alek talks filth like it’s a prayer, and every word curls heat low in my belly.
His lips leave a blazing trail of fire along my body as he makes his way down it with reverent hunger. Anticipation curls my toes as I watch him, my fingers tingling with the need to bury in his hair and shove him the rest of the way down.
His fingers toy with the lace covering me and peers up at me through his thick, dark lashes with a wicked smirk lifting his lips. “I hope you’re not too fond of these.”
I open my mouth to tell him that I actually am, but he steals my words when he curls his fingers around them and yanks. The quiet, thrilling tear of fabric settles in the air around us, a provocative sound that sends a pulse straight between my legs.
I thought I would have time to prepare for the feel of his mouth on me, but Alek doesn’t give any further lead-in. He grips my thighs with rough hands around my thighs and drags them apart, burying his face between them.
Blood roars through my ears as my back arches. My fingers clench on air as I struggle to keep them in place when his tongue does delicious, wicked things to me.
A ragged cry tears from my throat when Alek glides his fingers to my entrance and buries them inside. His tongue and fingers toy with me, bringing me to the edge multiple times until I’m keening loudly, pleading with him to let me go.
It’s not until my body is shaking with need that he twirls his tongue around my clit sharply before sucking it into his mouth.
I smack my hands to the top of his head, burying my fingers into his hair and tightening them into fists. Whimpers crawl from my throat as I grind against his face. His groan vibrates against me as his fingers pump in and out of me.
Alek scraps his teeth over my clit gently as he moves his mouth from me and my eyes roll back in my head.
The world fractures and my mind whites out.
He shakes his head to dislodge my fingers so that he can lift his head and look at me.
“Look at you,” he croons, fucking me savagely with his fingers. “So fucking beautiful like this.”
“Let me come,” I plead, drunk on the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Say, please,” he growls.
In the heat of this moment, I have no pride. All that’s left is the feelings this man invokes in me and I want to drown in them.
In him.
I let out a breathless cry. “Please.”
“That’s my good girl,” he rasps.
Then he slaps my pussy before he leans down and seals his mouth to me again.
My release rushes over me in a molten wave, setting my body on fire. It pools low in my belly before spurting out of me with an anguished cry. My vision fades for a few seconds before coming back in full color to find Alek resting on top of me with his fingers caressing my face.
His eyes are soft and warm on me as he croons sweet nothings.
When he sees I’m present, he smiles softly, brushing a kiss over my nose before leaning off me.
I throw my hands out to the side as if I lost all function of my body for those few seconds. Then I feel the cool plastic of the Nerf gun by the tips and a wicked little thought crosses my mind.
As he fusses over me, oblivious to my intentions, I inch the gun closer, every movement deliberate and silent. The moment it rests in my palm, I snap it up, cock it, and level it at his chest.
His jaw drops and his eyes widen. “You wouldn’t.”
“Say please.”
Recognition lights his eyes, and his lips twitch. “Please.”
“That’s a good boy,” I purr. Triumph surges through me as I slip out from beneath him, springing to my feet, every muscle coiled to bolt.
He tries to rise, but I am faster. I fire once, cock, fire again, then fling the gun at his feet and dash away, laughter bubbling up wild and free.
“Hayvin Marie,” he roars, his bare feet slapping against the floor as he races after me.
His arms catch me from behind the instant I cross my bedroom threshold, and I squeal with delight.
Alek spins me in his grasp, tossing me onto the mattress.
He hovers above me, his dick brushing against my slickness, his fingers gliding up my arms, and pinning them overhead before weaving our hands together.
I melt beneath him as his gaze sweeps my face, love blazing in his eyes.
Whenever he says those words now, I feel hope war with fear; he’s confessed it countless times since we parted, never demanding I echo them.
There’s only gentle acceptance from him, never a flicker of hurt.
I still carry pain from the one time I did say it—he left me for someone else.
Since then, fear has sealed my lips. Each moment, my longing to trust him again wrestles with my old wounds, terrified of being rejected all over again.
Every day, the feeling swells deeper and fiercer, inching toward overwhelming me. It tightens my chest so much that I’m sure my heart will burst from holding it in.
I close my eyes as his lips flutter over my brows, drift across my eyelids, trace down my nose, and finally settle on my mouth.
Our kiss is gentle yet hungry, intoxicating and sweet, a rush of euphoria and longing. What stuns me most is the gratitude and pure love woven through it, so powerful that it brings tears to my eyes.
He must sense the tears slipping down my cheeks, because when he pulls away, I see panic quickly override the tenderness in his eyes. The shift from intimacy to alarm jolts the moment, and his concern radiates through every gesture.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry. This was too much. It was too soon.” His voice is thick with worry as he leans down, kissing the tears away. “We don’t have to go any further.” The words spill out fast, fear and regret tightening his features as he tries to reassure me.
“Let me go,” I say softly, urgently, needing my hands free so I can soothe his panic.
He’s quick to release me, but when he tries to lift off me completely, I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him to me.
I lift my hand to curl around his cheek, running my thumb along his stubbly jaw. “I love you, Alek.”
“What?” he whispers, tears shimmering in his eyes.
“I love you,” I murmur, lifting my head to brush my lips over his.
He presses his forehead against mine, not ashamed, as a tear falls from his eye. “God. I love you, too, baby girl. So fucking much.” He squeezes his eyes closed. “I thought I fucked up too much to hear you say those words to me again.”
“I was scared, too. For so long, I didn’t think I’d ever have this with you.
” My relief and vulnerability tangle together.
“This is all I ever wanted from you. I wanted—” I pause, shaking my head, then try again with trembling breath.
“I needed you to finally see me. You had this side in you all along, Alek. You just had to shut out all the other shit that was blocking it.”
“I only have this side for you, Hayvin. Nobody else and no amount of apologies will ever make up for the hurt I caused you by making you believe differently.” He lifts his hand to cover the one I have on his face and leans into the touch.
“I wish I could reverse time, so that I could fix what was broken inside of me much sooner. If I had done that, I’d have never lost you.
I would have never hurt you as I did. Thank you.
Thank you for gracing me with another chance to get this right with you.
Thank you for loving me even when I didn’t deserve it because, baby, there were a lot of times I didn’t.
” He kisses my nose. “Thank you for taking a risk in loving me again, trusting me not to put you through the same pain. I can’t promise to ever give you perfect, Hayvin, but I promise to give you all of me. For as long as you’ll have me.”
A happy sob heaves from my chest as tears drip down my temples. “Is forever too long?”
“Oh, baby girl,” he breathes against my lips, as he moves his hips and slides inside me. “Forever isn’t long enough.”