Forget Me Not (32 page)

I can’t play this hands-off game anymore so I fall to her side, exploring the shadows that have been cast over her skin. Her already generous breasts have swollen with need and I can’t help but feel them. They’re perfect, so fucking full and her nipples are so deliciously tempting. I take them in my mouth, one at a time, milking her for every moan until she’s pulling painfully at my hair and trying to position her under me.

Looking up into blazing eyes I find her biting her lip. Fuck. She’s so hot. I want to take her now and hard, really hard, but the significance of this session is not forgotten. I kiss her breasts one last time before bringing myself to rest on top of her. Face to face.

“We’re not going to waste any time? This is it?” I ask, my words raspy with built up tension.

“This is it. I love you,” she declares through thick pants. She doesn’t know how much it means to me to hear her say that. My chest tightens and my dick twitches simultaneously.

“I love you.”

I kiss her swollen mouth before rolling over her, past her, stopping at her side of the bed. I blindly rummage through her bedside drawer until I find what I’m looking for; her birth control. I raise an eyebrow questioningly at her and she giggles before nodding her head. I toss the pills over my shoulder before diving back onto her.

She’s still laughing when I find her mouth, but when my tongue pushes through her lips everything is suddenly very serious. She’s already grinding against me, feeding my need for her, and I can barely see straight let alone fucking think. My hand snakes over her breast, kneading them until she arches her back. Continuing over her tight stomach, she smiles against my mouth as I tickle her skin.

By the time I make it down to her lips she is already soaking wet. She’s more than ready but I want her screaming for me to take her. I want to torture her pleasure until she’s throwing a fit against my hand.

I continue to work my tongue against her hungry mouth as my fingers run the length of her sex. Back and forth, back and forth as her hips sway up and down, up and down. She moans when I thrust a finger into her and when it circles her entrance she obliterates in my arms. I try to control her but she’s bucking wildly and calling my name like it’s a fucking prayer. I lay back and watch her come undone while my fingers feel it.

When she stills I make a move to float above her. She opens her eyes and pulls me to her, into her. She takes all of me slowly so that I can appreciate every single inch. She’s so tight, fitting me like we were made for each other. I begin to work her as gradually as I can stand, needing it slow but fighting the pull to hammer away. She moans against my ear, and I groan back. Her breath against my skin is torturous. It’s heavenly. I can’t come yet though, not yet.

I concentrate on her lips as we glide together, meeting each other thrust for thrust. A perfect match as the momentum grows. Quicker and harder. I feel at one with Mickey. As if we were only ever meant to be together.

Her fingers are clawing at my back, her nails digging in, ripping my skin. This is how I know she’s close. I lean back, taking her with me until I’m sat on the bed and she’s rocking against me. Her full breasts rub against my chest, begging me to pay them attention. Each in turn gets played with, each nipple pulled and twisted until I can feel her writhing helplessly, bordering on the edge of her orgasm. I let myself free the control I’m clinging onto. Knowing that with her release comes mine.

Looking deep into her hooded eyes, I whisper, “Let it go, baby, please.”

With a high moan that vibrates from underneath her breasts she clenches around me, pulling me to the brink and beyond. Her body convulses as I pour into her. My mind goes blank, focusing on nothing but the peace that welcomes me as I empty into her, unprotected. The bonus of our lovemaking, the purpose, comes to me with my post-coital clarity. We may have just taken our relationship to the next step, changing us forever. When Mickey’s eyes glisten with tears it’s clear see she’s thinking the same too.

I run a finger between her breasts and down to her stomach. She exhales, contentedly, when I let my hand rest there, tracing where our baby may one day grow.

“I never thought I’d get here, sweets,” I whisper, forehead to forehead with the love of my life.

“You
are
here, baby.”

“And I’m not going anywhere, ever again.”

The End

Acknowledgements

My finding the motivation to even begin the writing process was the outcome of being inspired by many amazing authors, mostly indie, and way too many to mention, but the catalyst that had me putting pen to paper was my children. If motherhood doesn’t instill in you the need to better yourself then nothing will. I thank my boy’s everyday for that, and so much more. The ability to write would be impossible without the time to do so, and for that I thank my partner, Nath. If you’d cared about the ironing pile being dangerously big, or the quick, easy dinners, or the one word answers, you never let on.  Thank you, my love.

I thank my mum for actually getting me out of the house before I turned into a complete recluse, and for bailing me out more times than I can remember. “I’ll pay you back when I’m rich and famous.” I thank my family, my stepdad, my grandparents, for being supportive in any way I’ve needed you to be.

My life changed when I fell in love with reading, but the transition would have been far less exciting without like-minded fan-girls to share them with. For this I thank Juewelz and SMI Bookclub. The girls here are so entwined within my everyday life now. I love each and every one of you and thank you for support, but more so, your friendship.

Thank you to Jenny Blackhurst for ironing out the creases, and my beta-readers; Kat Meyer, Anjuli Rivera, Jessy Muniz, Theresa Loechner, Sally Hook, Danielle Perkins, Amy Miller, Maria Rodriguez, Alexandra Gonzalez, Candice Casasnovas, Cherry Hurtado, Jodi Kelley, Katy Lewis, Sabrina Brasil, Stephanie Cobb, and Keelie Chatfield. Thanks for overlooking my Britishness and handling my much loved characters with care. You know I love you, but here’s me telling the world. You have given me confidence in my writing and belief that I can do this.

Huge credit to Monica Martinez of Photography By Monica for this beautiful cover. It is exactly what I wanted and your genius and kindness are hugely appreciated.

Thank you to the blogs that have been kind enough to take a chance on an unknown. There is so much support for indie authors, and we need it!

And lastly, massive thanks to my good friend, Damon, who kindly let me borrow the word ‘fierce,’ I will forever be in your debt. (I told you I would!)