After a few tentative thrusts, she slowly gained the hang of it. And he was right—they were dancing. Rocking back and forth, sliding him in and out of her as her body adjusted to him. Whatever pain remained dissipated after a few awkward seconds, leaving nothing but the sensation of being filled.
"Wanted this," Reese murmured, hands abandoning her hips to slip under her shirt. Then he cupped her breasts, thumbs playing with her nipples as his hips rolled under hers. "Wanted this so long."
"Did you?" Ashlynn breathed, feeling slightly dizzy. Now, with his body piercing hers, his earlier admission seemed all the more important.
He nodded. "Every day. Every second of every day."
"But . . . ." She frowned, grinding harder against him. "You never—you never said . . . ."
"It's wrong, right?"
Ashlynn shook her head. "Not wrong, not wrong," she argued, suddenly convinced for reasons she couldn't explain. The pressure she'd felt earlier began building again as her movements gained confidence.
Soon she felt his fingers on her mound, circling her clit in a manner that nearly hurt for how sensitive she was. But she wouldn't ask him to stop, she couldn't ask him to stop. Not for anything in the world.
"How long?" Reese panted.
"What?"
"How long—mmm—have you wanted me?"
"Long."
He grinned. "How long?"
"Forever. Love you."
Reese's eyes went wide. So did hers. She so hadn't meant for that to come out.
"You love me?"
"I . . . ."
"Oh, Ashlynn . . . ."
Air whipped across her skin and she clamped her hands onto his upper arms.
The next thing she knew, the rug scratched at her back, and Reese loomed over her, thrusting hard and panting hotly in her ear.
A twinge of pain broke through pleasure. She must have flinched or whimpered, for he eased back almost instantly, his hands everywhere, soothing those places that ached without direction. Yet he never lost his edge. He was a man in need—she felt it with every thrust—and she was what he needed.
"You love me?" Reese demanded, lips searing down her throat. "Really love me?"
The air thickened with the sound of flesh smacking together. She felt so wet.
Every plunge drew her closer to something. Something she wanted so bad she felt it with every pull of her body.
"Tell me you love me, Ashlynn. I need to hear it."
"I love you," she said again, clawing at him. "I love you. Reese!"
"Fuck yeah." His hand slid between them again, manipulating her clit. "Want it now. Wanna feel you drench me."
"Reese . . . ." She clenched, her legs trembling and her hands hooking around his neck.
"Come for me, Ash."
She never thought she'd be able to come on command, but with his cock stabbing her pussy, his fingers stroking her, his lips on her skin, the response came easily. The explosion mounted and detonated. Shards of pleasure rippled through her body, rocking her, unraveling her. She found her high and rode it hard. Sweat dribbled into her eyes and plastered her hair to her skin, but she clung to him, determined to take him with her. And take him she did.
His breath tickled her ear. "Love you, too. So fucking much,"
Waves crashed and receded, but the high she'd reached refused to draw back.
Ashlynn gasped and tightened her hold around him, desperate to keep him close.
Her head pounded and her chest ached, but the words remained between them, and he did not take them back. If it had been a dream, she'd wake up now. But she didn't.
Instead, Reese smiled into her eyes. "You hear me?"
"I hear you," she whispered. And she truly did.
"Good," he replied. "'Cause now that we've gotten this I love you and you love me business settled, I'm never letting you go."
"I think I can live with that."
"You better."
She grinned. "And you better come home a lot more often."
"Come home? Baby, you're moving in with me. We'll get us a nice little place near campus."
A rush of excitement tickled her insides. "We will?"
"You're going to school here?"
"That's the plan."
"Well, that's what I want. Us in our own place. Think we'll be able to do this. . . ."
Reese wiggled his hips, his cock hardening within her. "With our folks in the house?"
Ashlynn rolled her head back, sighing. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Hell yes."
His grin widened, and then he kissed her for the first time.
The first time. Not the last.
This was just the beginning.
~The End~
About the Author
A lifelong enthusiast of larger than life characters, Rosalie Stanton’s muse is fueled by alpha males, from badass bikers to scruffy-looking Nerf herders, and the intelligent, strong, and independent women who actually do the driving. She loves interweaving the lives of people who appear to be polar opposites and delving beneath the surface to see how well one actually complements the other.
Rosalie lives in southwest Missouri with her husband. Writing is her first creative love, but she also enjoys working with other authors and has a variety of critique partners, and likewise works for Mundania Press LLC as an editor. At an early age, she discovered a talent for creating worlds into which she could escape. Over the years, her vivid imagination evolved into a love of words and storytelling. Rosalie graduated from Missouri State University with a degree in English. Neither writing nor editing pays the bills, but thankfully her day-job employers understand where her true passion lies.
When her attention is not engaged by writing or editing, she enjoys spending time with close friends and family.
Learn more about Rosalie online at http://www.rosalie-stanton.com/
If you enjoyed Forbidden Fruit, you might also like Dark Solace, from Rosalie Stanton and Noble Romance Publishing, LLC.
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