Forever Hers

by Walters, Ednah

  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, fingers reaching down to find him.

  He bent her legs, baring her to him, then settled at the entrance of her sleek heat. The latex was no barrier to her silken flesh. He fought the urge to plunge in to the hilt in one move.

  “Look at me.” He meant to order her, but it came out as a plea.

  Her eyes lifted and locked with his. Slowly, he sunk into her, using one arm to support himself. He was too thick for her even though she was ready for him. Inch by inch, he gave her time to adjust. Felt her inner muscles tense and relax around.

  Perfect.

  His lungs hurt as he held his breath and ground his teeth but he moved carefully, fighting the urge to thrust. Each movement was like an eternity and so pleasurable it hurt. Sure she wouldn’t take all of him, Eddie stopped, willing to sacrifice his desires to spare her any discomfort. Despite her wide hips and curves, Amy was a small woman.

  She wrapped her legs around his mid-section, bucking her hips into his, and gasped. He’d hurt her, the one thing he’d been scared of.

  “Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re not built for someone my size.” He tried to retreat, but she clung to him.

  “You move and you will be sorry. I am perfect for you, Eddie. All of you.”

  Whatever control he had snapped.

  Their gazes locked, he sunk into her and she pushed upwards to meet him. She trembled and gasped, but she took all of him. Euphoria raced through his veins, his heart close to bursting in his chest. Giving her time to adjust, he stroked her hair, her face.

  “Yes, you are. Perfect. Mine.” He kissed her. As their tongues glided and caressed, he inched out and sunk deep inside her. Sensual pleasure shot to the base of his spine, sweat drenching both their bodies as they moved and rocked.

  She was tight, soft, yet strong and resilient. Their movements became hurried. She squirmed and bucked under him, pushing him higher and higher, her hands roaming his body. Loving him.

  He knew she was close when her muscles tightened around him. “Look at me, Amy.”

  Her eyes flew open. They were glazed. The pupils dilated as her movements became uncontrollable, frantic, almost unsheathing him. He cupped her buttocks and anchored her to him, hoping to control her movements, but she wasn’t having any of it. She pushed and ground against him, his name escaping her lips as she crested again, her muscles contracting around him in rhythmic bursts.

  He lost it.

  He lifted her legs to his shoulders and thrust deep inside her again and again. Driving her hard, pushing, riding her wave. The tingle at the base of his spine exploded, shooting straight to his brain. His entire body convulsed as the strongest orgasm he’d ever had catapulted him into a place where nothing mattered but sensations.

  His mind went foggy.

  When sanity returned, he was flopped on top of her, her arms around him as though she never want to let him go, as though she didn’t mind his weight. Her hands roamed his face, her lips followed.

  They kissed again like it was the first time, savoring tastes, palates and textures. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, so she sprawled on top of him. Her head on his chest, her body curled naturally against his.

  Eddie stared at the ceiling. What the hell had happened to his control?

  ***

  “I have to go back to my bed,” Amy whispered.

  His arm tightened around her. “Not yet.”

  Amy smiled, not really wanting to leave either. Not yet anyway. She rubbed her legs up and down his. He responded, his erection rising against her belly. She wanted him again, remembering the feel of him, the way he looked into her eyes as they joined as if he cared about her.

  She lifted her head and studied his face. His eyes were wide open. The light from the bedside lamp flickered on the planes of his face, creating shadows. He looked tense. Why?

  “That was amazing,” she murmured. Not giving him a moment to respond, she scooted up and kissed him. He took over, his mouth so hot yet gentle. When he rolled her over and pinned her down with his thigh, she tore her mouth from his. “No, it’s my turn.”

  “Turn?”

  “To make love to you.” The arrogant grin that crossed his lips said it all. “You can’t control everything all the time.”

  “Why not? I’m good at it.”

  Arrogant man. “Yes, you are, but it’s my turn to lead. You sit back and enjoy.”

  She reached down to find him, but he trapped her hand against his stomach.

  “Give me second.” He slid off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush, then he was back. Big, bold, beautiful, his erection rising from the tuft of dark hair until it stood erect and proud.

  She went on her knees and raised her arms to him. “Come to me.”

  Eddie closed the gap between them, secure in his nakedness. He stopped by the edge of the bed, dropped a box of tissues she hadn’t noticed him carrying and placed his hands on his hips. He was daring her to go to him, controlling the situation again. She wanted to rebel, but she couldn’t resist. Not his body, not the teasing gleam in his eyes, and definitely not a chance to have him love her again.

  Amy crawled to him and placed her hand on his stomach. The chiseled abs contracted. She dropped a kiss on his chest, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

  “Touch me,” he ordered.

  His commanding tone bugged her, but she let it pass. Her
fingers skimmed lower to find him. He was already hard, the pulsing ridges of raised veins on his shaft fascinating. He grew harder as she stroked him.

  Salivating at the thought of tasting him, she adjusted her position and sat at the edge of the bed, then wrapped her hands around him. At first, she ran her fingers up and down his length, stroking the tip with the pad of her thumb. He sucked in a breath, his hips pushing forward.

  “Take me into your mouth,” he ordered, but his voice was softer.

  Once again, she wanted to rebel against his attitude, but she pushed it aside. She raised her eyes and found his. He stared down at her with such desire it took her breath away. A flicker of uncertainty flashed in his gray eyes, surprising her. Whatever was going inside his head had him conflicted.

  She leaned closer, teased him with her tongue and felt him shudder. Had he any idea how thrilling it was to have him under her control like this? She watched his face as she continued to tease him. He trembled.

  She continued to savor him, focusing on the thick head, then opening her mouth wider and relaxing her throat to take all him in. His hand thread through her hair, and held her head in place. He rocked once, twice and she hummed. The effect on him surprised her.

  He cursed and jerked away.

  In the next second, he had put on a condom, slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back. He lifted her to the center of the bed and joined her, his hands all over her, the savagery of his kisses thrilling her.

  He moved lower, suckling on her nipples, nipping with his teeth to drive her crazy. Then he was back kissing her, his tongue thrusting in and out, his breathing harsh. Amy hung on for dear life, her body responding to him in ways she hadn’t known possible.

  He reached down and touched her between her legs, his touch so tender. He was a contradiction, rough one minute, gentle the next. It was driving her nuts.

  She gripped his head, pulled her mouth from his to order, “Stop treating me like I’m fragile.”

  As though he’d been waiting for her permission, he nudged her knees apart. Yet when he entered her, he did it slowly, carefully. He really thought he was too big for her. But her ire was forgotten as she savored the fullness of him, the way he completed her. An orgasm roiled through her, surprising her. He leaned back, eyes locking with hers, lips curling up in male satisfaction.

  She grinned, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  “Put your arms around my neck.” He grabbed her around the waist and sat on his hunches with her astride his hips. He didn’t move, his breathing labored, muscles clenched as though treasuring the rhythmic contractions of her nether muscles. “Come with me again.”

  Chest to chest, hips locked, she gripped his head and kissed him. He cupped her butt cheeks with his large hands, lifted her up until his shaft almost left her silken folds then pulled her slowly down to meet his rising hips. Amy gasped at the sensation. The position was new to her, the contact between them so deep each thrust sent a wave of sensual pleasure through her. How she loved this man. With every breath she took.

  He pulled back from their kiss. “Look at me.”

  She couldn’t. He’d see the love in her eyes, know her secret. Instead, she wound her arms around his shoulders and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. He shuddered.

  “Just love me, Eddie,” she panted.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  This time, she leaned back and captured his gaze. Desire made his grays eyes stormy, his corded neck testified to the control he was exerting. She tightened her legs around his hips, lifted up and sunk back on his lap. He hissed in a breath.

  “See. You could never hurt me.”

  She did it again and again. His gaze not shifting, he took over, his movements becoming urgent, faster and deeper. He set her body on fire until she thought she would explode. Her heart swelled as the rippling effect went beyond the physical. Heart spoke to heart. Soul to soul.

  A powerful orgasm whipped her and hurled her over the edge. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder to stop herself from crying out. Her vision blurred as her eyes welled and tears raced down her face.

  He didn’t stop moving. His movements frenzied, fingers dipping into her hips, he gave and took, until he vibrated. There was no way to explain it. He seemed to vibrate deep insider her and the motion rippled like a domino effect to his core. The muscles of his thighs twitched under her buttocks and his arms convulsed around her. The look in his eyes was that of pure shock, as if he didn’t understand what was happening to him. He flung his head back, eyes closing as a deep growl rumbled through his chest.

  Amy wrapped her arms and legs tight around him, their skin slick with sweat, hearts beating in unison, mouths joining and clinging. They stayed locked in that position for so long, but she didn’t mind. She never wanted to move.

  Eddie, obviously of the same thought, rolled on to his side then back with her on top of him, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp then pulled the covers over them.

  CHAPTER 14

  Eddie left the bathroom, padded barefoot across the room and opened the bedroom door. He winced at the pounding music. Amy was playing that awful noise she called music again. Instead of joining her, he closed the bedroom door and pulled on sweatpants and a T-shirt.

  He flopped on his back and glared at the ceiling. He was in a funky mood, and he knew why. Amy. He couldn’t ask for a more enthusiastic and loving lover, but for two nights straight, she’d sneaked out of his bed in the early hours and went back to hers. The sneaking around bugged the hell out of him.

  He understood her reluctance to expose Raelynn to a relationship she wasn’t sure would last. In fact, they’d avoided discussing the future. Or rather, he hadn’t given her time to talk about it. The more he made love to her, the more he wanted. Not just wanting her physically. He wanted to know her likes and dislikes, dreams, goals. She challenged him mentally. He loved the way her mind worked, loved listening to her thoughts on things, events and people.

  Everything he’d sworn he’d never attempt no longer mattered. He couldn’t walk away from her. Not now. He had no idea where a relationship with her would lead or even if he was capable of having one, but he was willing to try. A long distance relationship could be tricky, but he was confident they would make it work.

  For now, he would start working on Raelynn.

  Eddie got up and left his bedroom. In the kitchen, mother and daughter danced while cooking, the aroma of freshly baked pastries in the air. Amy, in her trademark shorts and tank top, was busy placing forks and spoons in a wicket basket she used for utensils and napkins. Raelynn, dressed similarly, stood on a stepping stool with her back to him, so he couldn’t tell what she was doing. They were both singing off-key and shaking their heads, hair flying every which way.

  He stopped and grinned. The scene filled him with a warm feeling, like he was privileged to witness their special bonding moment. He was laughing by the time he lowered the volume.

  “You’re back,” Amy said, her smile luminous.

  “Back?” he asked.

  “I checked on you earlier, but the bed was empty. I thought you’d gone jogging.”

  Fatigue was supposed to be a libido killer, but it hadn’t work since he arrived at the lake house.

  “I don’t need to anymore, I’m getting plenty of exercise these days,” he teased, then dropped a kiss on Raelynn’s forehead. “Morning, Princess.”

  “Morning, Uncle Eddie. I’m making fruit salad.” She was plucking grapes from a vine with her tiny, chubby fingers and adding them to a bowl of sliced cantaloupe and melon. “Mommy made frittata.”

  “It looks good,” he said as he closed the gap between him and Amy, but something in his eyes must have given his intentions away because she took off, hustling around the counter with the wicker napkin holder.

  “That’s enough, sweetie,” she told Raelynn. “Take these to the table.”

  “Okay, Mommy.” The little girl stepped down off the stool, took the
basket and headed outside, where the table was already set for three.

  “Breakfast is ready,” Amy said, glancing at him warily. “I’ll bring out your coffee, so just go ahead.”

  “If that’s an attempt to get rid of me, it’s not going to work.” Eddie rounded the counter and moved behind her.

  She stiffened. “Raelynn will see us.”

  “I know.” He let his hand rest on her hip and found the bare skin where her tank top met her shorts. Slowly, he traced a line along her waist until his left and right hands met then fanned his fingers over the gentle swell of her stomach. Gently, he nudged her until she was flush against him then dropped his head and nuzzled her neck. “I think it’s okay.”

  “I don’t think so.” She squirmed and tried to wiggle out of his arms.

  “Why?”

  She twisted and glanced at him over her shoulder. “Because you are not ready for the responsibility that comes with it.”

  “I am,” he murmured in her ear then turned her around and repeated. “I’m more than ready.”

  “What are you doing to my Mommy?” Raelynn yelled from behind him.

  Amy stiffened and for the third time, she tried to get away from him. Eddie’s arms tightened. He looked down at Raelynn, who was staring at him with her lower lip jutting out.

  “I’m giving your mommy a hug.”

  Raelynn frowned. “Why?”

  “Because she’s cuddly and sweet,” he said.

  A confused expression crossed Raelynn’s face. Eddie wanted to let Amy go and pick up her daughter, but that would defeat the purpose of his plan.

  “Is it okay to hug Mommy?” Eddie asked.

  Raelynn still looked uncertain, but she nodded. “Am I sweet and cuddly too?”

  “Oh yeah. Do you want a hug too?”

  She raised her arms.

  Eddie reached down and scooped her up, cradled her in his left hand and replaced his right arm around Amy, whose body stayed stiff as a board. “Can I get a kiss, short stack?”