Love Me Forever by Ari Thatcher Read Free Book Online

searching for the spot that would drive her mad. When she bucked and cried out, he knew he’d found it. He continued to stroke and tease as her body grew tense.
    Crying out, she jumped beneath him. He chuckled. “Easy girl, we’ve got a long way to go. Stay with me.”
    “Oh God,” she moaned.
    The noises she made told him how close she was, assured him he was doing what she wanted. When she reached just the right pitch, he went to work, drawing an orgasm from her.
    Finally she shattered, her whimper and gasp obliterating his control. As she stilled, he kissed the inside of her thigh.
    Jen reached down and pulled him to lie above her. She captured his mouth, her tongue dancing wildly against his. He groaned, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
    She tore her lips away, panting, and said, “You’re overdressed.” Her shaking hands fumbled between them.
    Matt rose to his knees and undressed as fast as humanly possible. He was shocked he didn’t knot his shoelaces or rip the button off his shorts in his hurry. His shaft sprung free when she shoved his briefs down.
    He let her stroke him, making him swell so hard he thought he’d burst right there. Seeing her spread before him, her arm reaching between her legs to touch him, he realized they were still on the couch. “Shit, why are we here when we have a bed available?”
    He carried her to his room, tugged back the sheets and lowered her to the mattress. She scooted over, making room for him.
    Turning on the lamp on the nightstand, he dug a condom from the drawer. “This is much better. Now we have room to play.”
    Heat flickered in her eyes and she licked her lips. He groaned and tore open the package. “Where were we?” he asked.
    She took hold of his shaft, guiding him between her legs. “Right about here . ”
    Matt slipped inside slowly so as not to end things right then. His willpower was shot. Kissing her, nuzzling her neck, licking a trail down to her breasts, there were a multitude of ways to draw out the moment . To build her pleasure again so they could peak together.  
    He would never have enough of his woman. Never be sated, always wanting just one more touch, one more orgasm. As perfect as he fit in her, as much as she tugged at his heart, he needed to have her beside him for longer than a week.
    Shutting all thought aside he bucked, tipping her hips and lifting her heels to his shoulders. Driving deep, he felt need increase. He reached a hand between them and listened for that note in her voice that told him she was close to orgasm.
    Her cries built, answered by his grunts. She grew tighter around him. “Don’t fight it. Let it go.”
    She called out his name, sending him over the edge, and he lost all thought .
    He groaned as he let her ass sink back to the mattress. He didn’t want to pull out of her, but he wanted to make her comfortable. After a moment’s hesitation, he withdrew and headed to the bathroom for a warm cloth.
    With tender strokes he cleaned her, watching he lie still on his pillow. She was so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect. He tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom and stretched out beside her.
    Propped on one elbow, he let his hand roam over her curves. She probably thought she needed to lose weight, like most women their age, but he loved the look of meat on her bones. Not fat, but lush, ripe curves that begged to be nibbled .
    Something about her hesitancy since they’d met up again made him expect her to grab for the sheet, especially now as the blindness of passion wore off. But she didn’t, she lay still, watching, one knee bent, her arms to her side. He loved her for that.
    My woman .
    Those words first formed in his mind that hot August night when they’d finally shared their bodies. At some point, they’d been shoved in a back corner and forgotten. But they were back with a vengeance, and he was determined that she would agree.
    Jen was meant to be his.

Chapter Four

    Jen woke to the dim light