37. Forever
FOREVER
My moans filled the bedroom as Demetrius’s fingers worked magic between my legs.
I sat naked between his, one of mine propped against his knee.
His right hand played with my nipple while his left kept me on the edge of another orgasm.
The fifth, since we’d come to the apartment in the city, seeking a night to ourselves before moving to the compound full-time.
His lips brushed against my ear, making me shiver as he whispered how much he loved the sounds I made for him.
“She’s so vocal,” he murmured, slapping my clit a few times, then slipping two fingers inside. “I missed making her cum for me at my will.”
Fuck .
I arched involuntarily as his fingers curled inside me, finding that sweet spot on the first try. The pressure of his thumb against my clit while his fingers moved in and out had me gasping for air.
He was driving me insane.
I couldn’t stop staring up at him, watching his eyes gleam with desire as I came undone in his arms. He looked like a god from this angle, his dark skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The power he held over my body was intoxicating, but even more so was the tenderness behind each touch.
“Baby,” I cried, my voice breaking as my orgasm crashed through me. I trembled against him, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he continued to work me through it. “Please, I need you inside me.”
The desperation in my voice wasn’t a surprise anymore. I’d been begging him for what felt like hours, but he’d denied me each time, content to play with my body until I couldn’t form coherent thoughts.
“I’m not ready yet, my forever,” he whispered, removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. I watched, mesmerized, as he sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “Be a good dragonfly and come suffocate me with that pretty pussy.”
I caught my breath, pretended to oblige, but instead turned around to face his feet. He chuckled against my pussy as I climbed on, the vibration sending shock waves through my already overstimulated body. I shuddered, wrapping both hands around his thick dick and spitting on the tip.
The weight of him in my hands made my mouth water. I stroked him slowly at first, then took him into my mouth, sucking and stroking him simultaneously. His tongue flicked against my clit at the same time before delving deeper, lapping at the wetness that had been gathering all night.
Our moans harmonized in the quiet room, his hips flexing up to push deeper into my mouth while I ground down against his tongue. The dual sensation of giving and receiving was overwhelming, but I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
Suddenly, he pushed me off him. “Fuck, baby. Too close.”
I laughed, satisfied that I’d nearly made him lose control.
My eyes roamed over his naked body sprawled on the bed, taking in every inch of his beautiful skin.
I loved how our complexions matched, how perfect we looked pressed together.
Like we were made from the same material, crafted specifically for each other.
Crawling over to him, I leaned forward, letting my breasts hover over his dick. Lifting it, I used the head to play with my nipples, circling them slowly until I felt the sensation in my pussy.
“Your dick is so pretty, Echo,” I whispered, meeting his gaze as he leaned forward to take over.
He took himself in his hand, slapping the heavy flesh against my nipples over and over.
The slight sting mixed with pleasure had me whimpering.
“Everything about you is pretty, baby,” he replied, pulling me up to straddle him in a sitting position.
I pressed my thighs against the sides of his body, crossing my legs behind his back for security, while he stretched his out behind me. I used his shoulders for leverage, needing that dick something bad. He positioned himself right at my entrance, and I slowly slid down it.
“Fuckk,” we moaned together as I seated myself completely.
The way he stretched me was so perfect; the way my body adjusted to accommodate him, too.
“Tell me,” Demetrius whispered, fingers gripping my ass as he gently guided my hips back and forth.
I licked the tip of his nose before whispering back, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Each declaration was punctuated by a roll of my hips.
He began pulling me up and down by the waist, meeting the movement with deep upstrokes that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. The room filled with our moans, whispers of love, and the wet sounds of my pussy taking him over and over.
Lost in the sensation, I leaned back, planting my hands against his legs behind me for support. The new angle had him hitting my g-spot with every thrust, while my clit throbbed with need.
I took control again, riding him fast and hard, chasing the building pressure at my core.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, fingers digging into my hips. “Take what you need from me.”
The sight of him beneath me, eyes hooded with pleasure, lips parted as he watched me use his body for my pleasure, pushed me over the edge. An orgasm tore through me, my walls clenching around him as I cried out his name.
My release triggered his own, and I leaned forward, pushing him back so we could ride the wave pressed together. He spilled inside me with a guttural moan that sent aftershocks through my body.
“I love the way you moan for me, baby,” I whispered against the shell of his ear, biting down on the lobe as I came more gently this time.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close, lips pressed to my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered, licking where his mouth had been.
I smiled.
“I love you, too.”
This wasn’t just sex; it was our bodies connecting in the most intimate way possible, our souls recognizing each other beyond memory or time.
I wanted it forever. Him. This. Us.
A couple of hours later, I was wrapped around Demetrius like the first time we cuddled together. This was my preferred method of living in his skin and probably wouldn’t change.
We’d showered and eaten, but I couldn’t bear to not be touching him.
Something about being in his arms felt as necessary as breathing since he came into my life.
I wanted to connect with him even in silence, as if his mere presence was enough to quiet the war that had been raging inside me for as long as I probably couldn’t remember.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder, occasionally dipping down my spine before returning to their original path. The gentle touches soothed me, reminding me that I was safe here and that I belonged. That he needed me, too.
“Did you know I was following you before we met that night outside the compound?” I murmured into his chest, the question that had been lingering in my mind finally finding its way out.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle as his arms tightened around me.
“Yeah, baby. I figured it was you, but why’d you turn around? Not because of society rules, right?”
I shook my head, my cheek sliding against his warm skin.
“I had a migraine and didn’t want to pass out while driving…” I paused, lifting my head to look at him, squinting slightly as if that would help me see into his past. “Where were the three of you headed?”
My curiosity about their destination that night had completely slipped my mind until now.
Demetrius adjusted himself against the pillows, bringing me up with him so we were both semi-sitting, my body still draped over his.
“There’s a piece of unincorporated land about forty-five minutes outside of town that the family owns,” he told me. “We built homes on it and rent them out to rejectors who don’t want to live in the city but still want to be close to it.”
I sat up all the way, pulling my legs to my chest as I absorbed what he was telling me. The pieces were fitting together, helping me understand the man I’d fallen in love with… twice .
His family, too.
“I’ll let your sister-in-law tell you about the bodies she leaves in her wake whenever something doesn’t go her way.”
I stared at his lips as he spoke, mesmerized by the way they formed words.
“You could—”
Without much thought, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his, silencing him mid-sentence.
“I don’t care if I lose my memories ten more times, you have to tell me right away,” I whispered, feeling that shit deeply. “No matter the circumstances, you can’t leave me alone again.”
For me, he was becoming all that mattered in this life. The rest felt secondary to what we shared. I needed him to know that, to understand that no matter what happened, he should always seek me out.
“I’ll always find you, my forever,” he promised, pulling me back into his arms. “No matter how many times I have to make you fall in love with me again.”
I settled against him, content in the knowledge that whatever came next, he’d be right there with me.
Just as I was on the verge of sleep, my phone vibrated four times on the nightstand. Demetrius tried to get me to ignore it, but only Carmen sent messages back-to-back.
Now that we were working on our friendship and making more enemies than ever before, ignoring her simply wasn’t an option for me.
I reached for it and immediately looked at him over my shoulder after reading them.
Millicent is dead.
Found in her office at the bar by staff three hours ago.
The trustees are having an emergency meeting to discuss whether it’s connected to what you revealed today or not.
“Is there something you’d like to share with your wife, Demetrius?”