Page 39 of Blinded By Forever

He moans against me and I swear that makes my stomach flip.

“Hayden,” I whimper quietly, trying my best not to make too much noise. “If you keep-”

“I’m not stopping,” he says roughly, dragging his mouth up to nip my inner thigh. “Not until you’re dripping for me. Until you’re shaking with need.”

He delivers that promise.

He makes me cum twice on his face.

By the time he stands, my skin is flushed while my chest is heaving. I am practically begging him to thrust inside me.

He unbuckles his jeans with one hand and the other is still gripping my thigh

“Turn around.”

I blink. “What?”

“Bend over the counter, now.”

Something about the authority in his voice makes my entire body clench.

I slide down, legs shaky and turn, my palms bracing on the countertop with my hair falling in my face.

His hand grips my ass and slaps it. “If the kids weren’t here, the things I’d do to this body.” He then pushes into me with a deep, unrelenting stroke. I nearly collapse. “Fuck, princess,” he rasps. “Still so goddamn tight, you’re mine, you hear me?”

“Yours, always,” I pant.

His palm covers my mouth as he thrusts into me harder, deep and punishing, like he had years to make up for, like every stroke is a love letter written in sweat and skin. His hands grip my hips, needing to anchor himself as he moves in and out.

“You take me so good, princess. Just like that. Fuck, just like that.”

The sound of skin slapping echoes in the kitchen and I am praying that the kids won’t hear or come down here.

I am gasping against his hand and clawing at the counter. He tilts my head up so that he can bite at my neck.

“You love when I fuck you like this,” he whispers.

“I love everything you do to me,” I moan quietly.

His movements stutter, cock tensing.

He is close.

With one hand still on my mouth, the other slides down between my thighs, he sends me over the edge with a flick to my clit.

“Come for me.”

I shatter, my body trembling and legs barely holding me up as he follows me within seconds, groaning my name like a prayer.

We stay there for a long time, him still inside me, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled in the aftermath of something that felt like more than just sex.

Over twenty years of love and ache and chaos and devotion.

He pulls out and kisses my shoulder. He helps me stand upright and turns me around.

He looks at me with dark eyes and a rough voice. “I love you, princess.” He grips my waist in his hand and pulls me closer to him.

“I love you, Hayden.”

This is our forever.

No matter how chaotic or hard or messy.

We always find our way back.