Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

sting in my world.

A woman with the smallest of everything—small hands, tiny feet, little dimples, slim body—who I could wrap my arms around twice, meeting the middle of my chest at full height, holds the greatest power over the greatest giant she’s ever faced. This knowledge and realization has officially given me the title of an alpha. A man completely lost in a woman who he would lay his life down for and fight every war without an army just so he can prove his worthiness to his queen.

“Baby, what’s going on?” The way her brows draw in and she looks all kinds of concerned messes with me.

“I wanted to sweep you off your feet, but you are already a step ahead of me.” I chase my thoughts, trying to regain some control.

“Oh, handsome, trust me. I think my legs stopped working, since you carry me through the day. You’ve been sweeping me off my feet since we were kids,” she admits, and I all but Tarzan-call. My hands set into motion, and I latch on to her curvy feminine form, gripping at the indent of her sides, where her small waist fuels my alpha.

“You are so fucking small, delicate. Fuck, I want you. Do you want me, baby?” I know she does, but I want to hear it leave her pouty lips.

“All day, every day. I will never not want you, even in my sleep.”

“Show me,” I tell her, reaching one hand between us, and with little effort, I undo her jeans.

Stepping back a few paces, her eyes stay lazy, opening and closing by way of pure arousal. We use our eyes and that familiar bond we have to connect. Like I said, I want to caress her with my gaze first, and I do.

Removing her jeans without losing eye contact, I let mine travel the length of her defined legs, up to the bottom of the silky loose top that hides the rest of her from me. With a slight, effortless movement, she removes the top from her body and stays standing bare to me, naked in her beauty. Small breasts, with rosy tips hardening with my stare, a lean stomach with a small freckle just under her left breast. Her beautiful scar fading with more years of tender touches from me.

With one last thing to do, she removes her hair from its tie and it tumbles down and around her face, almost falling to perfection as if she styled it for hours. I choose not to move or make contact, knowing my hands need to come last before they get lost and find no return.

“You are stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. I swear you are everything and the only thing my soul talks about, Lana.” Instantly, the owner becomes the owned with those small words. I physically see her shutter and hear her voice hitch, with a small hint of glassy eyes. My words have penetrated her.

“You have everything inside you that’s all I need—that I want. Such a sweet smile, and that head of yours, God, it’s filled with so much knowledge and power. Then your body, it’s sculpted by the hands of gods, I swear. I swear it is.” With the praise, her body erupts in little goose bumps, her teeth catching that pink lip like it was hungry, and those fucking soulful brown orbs hypnotize me, and I crumble at her feet, now ready to give her my touch.

“Let me kiss you from head to toe, and then when I’m done, I’m going to get inside you, so fucking deep you’re going to feel me in your fucking bloodstream.” Throwing her down on the bed and bringing her leg to my shoulder, I nip her ankle, travel higher and nip that tiny fucking calf, so sweet and tender, small and mine, just like the rest of her body.

Lana James is and will always be mine, and time could never change that. Time can only further prove that.

Whimpering, she shivers when my mouth reaches the apex of her thighs, touching the soft skin of her freshly waxed pussy. I like how my monthly spa day present for her gets me the sweet gift of smooth skin.

“Oh,” falls past her lips, and her hands grip my hair as my tongue licks lightly almost without pressure, but just a soft interlude of what’s to come. “You’re teasing me.”

“No, I’m taking my time. If I wanted to tease, I’d hold off your orgasm right as you’re about to combust.”

Her aroused giggle echoes against the walls of our bedroom. I stand back and take a second to admire the way the bed forms around the curves of her petite frame. Generous in all her womanly gifts, she is the perfect embodiment of what was made just for me.

“How do you want it, Lana?”

“Any way you want to. Do everything to me and more.”

I’m positive I know exactly what she’s saying. She wants to give me herself completely, fucking her ass like I’ve been waiting all but patiently to do. Holy fuck me sideways.

“You sure you can handle me like that?”

“I bet it will hurt, but you can be really, really good to me, and I can be really bad for you.” She turns, gaining position on all fours, waving that ass around and offering it like candy on a platter. I growl, dropping my gym shorts and gripping my hard cock with nearly an iron fist. Even then, it still isn’t as tight as her.

“Look back at me and finger yourself, baby,” I demand, stroking my cock with one hand and letting my other graze over the smooth skin of her round ass.

“What if I don’t want to? What if I want you to just fuck me already, Kingston?” Sitting up with her back to me, she sets her ass against her feet and gives me a devilish grin, a temptress in goddess skin. How can I resist her words and body like that? Making my move, I end our foreplay and make real contact. Bending forward, I bring my lips to the deep dimples of her back, just above her ass, the place where men lose their willpower.

Lana stays still, but I feel the vibration under her flesh. Beyond the point of arousal, she can’t even control her body. I do that to her; I control her body down to its nerve endings, and that in turn controls each action I do, wanting to make sure she gets everything she never even imagined she could.

“Turn over, my queen.” I nip her shoulder with my command, my hand gripping her waist. With a shudder and slow movements, she does as I say, flipping over and lying flat as my palm splays between her breasts and guides her back.

One thing I love about Lana is she is always ready to go, giving me full control in the bedroom and matching my lust for her. I’m all in when we make love. I’m no longer the gentleman, but more so the warden, owning her in any way I can and unleashing my dominant power against her tiny, womanly body.

How small she is compared to me is almost violent looking. If Lana were standing in front of me, you wouldn’t be able to see an inch of her from behind me. I tower over her, and my sides are far wider than she is—I swear I could swallow her whole.