Forever Hers Walters, Ednah (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📖

Amy cried out as she tipped over the edge, her thighs trembling around his head, her breathing labored. He didn’t stop, prolonging the waves of ecstasy washing over her until she thought it would never stop. She shuddered violently, closing her eyes and sinking deeper and deeper under his spell.

She wanted more. Call her greedy. Selfish. But she wanted more of him. Somehow, she managed to fight through the sensual spell.

“I need to see you too, touch you,” Amy whispered in a voice she didn’t recognize as hers. She was begging.

“Not yet.”

He spoke against her throbbing flesh, and it was the most erotic thing ever, then his mouth traveled over her stomach, lapping her belly button. Her stomach contracted. He licked the valley between her breasts. His soft hair fell over and tickled one taut nipple, as his hot mouth closed down over the other. It was an onslaught of sensations and it threatened to make her body fall apart again.

She shuddered when his teeth grazed the sensitive nub and arched into his mouth, gripping his head and holding it in place. As if to thwart her, he shifted his attention to the other breast.

He was messing with her head, pushing her only to retreat and push again, not letting her catch her breath. He was the master, she was the pupil, a puppet held by an invisible, yet powerful sensual thread. Even the weight of his body and the way he nestled between her thighs spoke of his power over her body. That she loved it said he knew exactly what she needed.

His head lifted and studied her as he stroked her hair, her shoulders, her arms. On the heels of her orgasm, the way he’d made her peak so fast, the gentle exploration only added to her heightened state.

When she tried to touch him, he trapped her wrists and pulled them up above her head. “Not yet.”

She squirmed as he continued his gentle exploration down her side, her hips and thighs. He played with the hair covering her nether region. Her knees widened to accommodate him and her hips rose, but he didn’t touch her, the tease.

“Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of you like this?” His exploring fingers stroked and teased her, his touch feather light.

“Probably as often as I’ve dreamed and imagined being with you.” Surprise flared in his eyes at her words and she decided she liked it. He wasn’t the only one who’d had fantasies. “From the first day I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.”

He chuckled, desire mixing with surprise in his eyes.

“Me? Have you met you?” he said against her lips and kissed her. His mouth was hot. Hard. Hungry. The soft brush of his pants against her sensitive skin reminded her he was still dressed, but she didn’t protest. The tip of his finger slipped between her nether lips and sunk deep inside her.

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She felt heavenly. Her heat seared him as she rose and pressed her pelvis against his hand. She was amazing, passionate, her response free and uninhibited. He pushed a second finger slowly inside her, savoring the feel of her, her heat, her moistness. He imagined that same heat surrounding him and his eyes crossed.

A shaky moan escaped her as he ran the pad of his thumb gently over her swollen nub, her body shuddering with each thrust. The fantasy of her was nothing like the flesh and blood woman falling apart in his arms without shame or guile.

She was sheer perfection. Even as he teased and played her like a music instrument specifically crafted for him, he knew he couldn’t lie to himself. Amy was special. She was right. She was his.

For now.

A feeling he couldn’t explain washed over Eddie. Refusing to analyze it, he increased the tempo of each thrust into her slick heat. She buckled and squirmed as she came close to coming.

“Eddie,” she wailed.

He let go of her wrists and pull his fingers from her moist interior. She was ready.

“No,” she protested and reached for his hand, but he was already standing, removing his pajama bottoms and underwear. Her eyes widened, her gaze widening as his erection rose from his pelvis. “Good Lord. You are…magnificent.”

Eddie wasn’t sure whether his size pleased or intimidated her. He flushed, uncertainty licking on his nerves. The size of his penis had never been an issue with other women. On the other side, Amy was small in stature.

“Is that a problem?” he asked, hands resting on his hips.

She sat up, reverently reached out and wrapped both of her hands around him. She stroked up and down his shaft as though savoring the feel and the length of him then swept her thumb over the blunt tip. Eddie trembled. Grinning, sparkling blue eyes filled with desire stared back at him.

“You’re so beautiful. So long and hard.” One hand let him go, then she leaned forward.

Eddie stopped breathing, believing she was going to take him into her mouth. Instead, she rubbed his erection against her cheek. His erection throbbed mercilessly.

“So hot,” she murmured. “Velvet over steel.”

His mouth went dry, blood roaring to his head as he watched her touch him with such reverence. His woman. The need to join with her, make her his in every way pounded in his veins. He staggered backward, the sudden movement forcing her to let him go. He reached for the box of condoms he’d noticed in the bedside drawers, ripped open a package and rolled it over his erection with an impatience of a teenager having sex for the first time.

He joined her, determined to take it slow.

“I want you inside me,” she said, reaching for him. “Now.”

It took every ounce of control not to comply. He braced himself above her, shifting her to the middle of the bed and settling between her legs. Her hands were all over him, caressing his stomach,