Page 90 of The Echo of Forever

He reached for the hem of my dress, his eyes asking permission. I sat up and lifted my arms, letting him pull it over my head. The cool air hardened my nipples, and I watched his eyes darken as they roamed over me.

“Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, eyes moving as if they were taking me in for the first time.

I couldn’t imagine how hard this had been for him. My heart ached knowing what he suffered was because of me.

“Touch me,” I demanded, hooking my leg around his waist. “Please.”

He lowered himself over me, the pressure of his weight giving me goosebumps. Our mouths moved to meet instinctively, and this kiss was different from the one in his office and the ritual. Maybe because my feelings were growing exponentially. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to live in his skin.

My tongue slid over his, and he moaned, deepening the kiss by gripping my throat to make me open more for him.

I obliged, pulling myself up to be closer.

He nudged me back, forcing our lips apart simultaneously. His gaze was low and full of promise as he stared down at me, fingers finding their way to the dragonfly pendant stuck to my chest. He traced the outline of it before dropping to circle my nipple.

I arched into him, wanting more.

“Still sensitive here,” he whispered, his mouth replacing his fingers. “Mine.”

The way my body responded to his touch was proof enough that this wasn’t the first time we indulged. My pussy throbbed as he paid close attention to my breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and the scrape of teeth that sent sparks of pleasure down my spine.

“Echo,” I gasped, palming the back of his head.

The nickname felt more natural on my tongue now. I wouldn’t be able to call him anything but it from now on.

His hands slid down my sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of my thong. He looked up at me, and I lifted my hips in answer, encouraging him to continue.

“Look at how she opens for me,” he murmured, pushing my legs apart once the barrier was gone. “Pretty ass pussy.”

I reached up to touch his face, my thumb tracing the fullness of his bottom lip.

“Fuck me,” I begged, using my free hand to unbutton his pants. “I need you.”

He turned his head to press a kiss to my palm, then moved down my body and placed them all over my stomach. My thighs parted further with his head between them. The first touch of his tongue, a gentle swipe over my clit, had me clutching at the sheets.

“More,” I whimpered, bringing the tips of my toes to his shoulders.

He hummed against my flesh, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure building in my view. One of his hands splayed across my stomach, holding me in place as he worked me with his mouth. I looked down to find him watching me. The sight of him between my legs, so dedicated to my pleasure, sent a fresh wave of something I’d never experienced before.

“I need you inside me,” I groaned, barely recognizing my own voice. “Please, Echo.”

My entire body tingled as he made his way up again, coming out of his pants along the way.

His dick had weight to it, and I licked my lips in awe of the curve and length.

I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly as his eyes fluttered closed, then open, lips parting on a groan that my clit felt the aftershocks of.

My pussy welcomed, stretched, and relaxed for him as he pushed inside, like he belonged there and always had.

He moved slowly at first, each thrust so deep I could barely catch my breath.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered, forehead pressed to mine. “Put your legs inside mine.”

I did as he asked, meeting his gaze and tucking my feet against the inner part of his lower legs. He pushed his hands beneath my ass and gripped the flesh as he fucked me harder.

“Deeper,” I whimpered, baring down to take all of him. “Yes, like that. Don’t stop.”

My hands roamed restlessly over his back, urging him to keep that rhythm.