Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

“Damn it, baby.” Losing himself finally, we fall over the edge of no return together.

He strips me, piece by piece, all but my bra out of respect for my wishes. I wish I would have worn something sexier than this full coverage hide everything bra, but I had no intention of making love to Kingston tonight. I just wanted time with my best friend.

Then again, it hides the scar perfectly and makes it easier for me to hide the secret of how I came to get that scar. I push that night into the back of my mind, not wanting to rehash the worst attack yet.

“One day, I will kiss the scar you have and put me there. So whenever you look at it, you will see me and feel my lips healing the place you once hid from me. Even your scars make you beautiful, my Queen.” I almost tell him how I got the scar, almost confess that it wasn’t from an accident when I was young, but from the man I once believed I loved. But his words consume me, aiding in my silence. I want to feel each and every word, hear every syllable, and plant them deep into my broken heart, that way I never, no matter what the future holds, forget them.

“Kingston, say it again, promise me this won’t ruin what we have.” I only need to hear it one more time, then I can be free.

I have my hands splayed open on his bare chest, my eyes entranced with his, a river of honey meeting green hills. Looking down at me, he kisses me once, like a whisper he says, “Our bond will never be broken, it will become more indestructible.” I flutter my eyes shut and my body relaxes. I’m ready.

Past

If dreams became reality, more often than not, mine has just lived a real life. Under me like a promise of solitude, lays Lana. My best friend, the woman I have never stopped falling for and never will. She looks at me with pleading eyes, begging me to reassure her that this is real, that we will never lose what we have.

“Our bond will never be broken, it will become more indestructible.” Her facial features soften and her legs fall farther open letting me in. I feel my cock touching her soft core, the wet heat making me growl.

“You’re gonna have to relax baby, you’re tight, my fingers barely fit.” I know Joel’s gotta be smaller than average because I swear her body was too tight to have been touched by a real man.

It’s bittersweet to me. I’m bitter that he has touched her at all, but I revel in the fact that she has never been touched the way that I can touch her.

“Okay, be gentle with me.” She leans up and kisses the skin right above my heart and I swear it’s like an electric paddle reviving me, my heart nearly beating straight out of my chest.

“Of course, you tell me if it hurts, beautiful. Talk to me, okay?” She nods and I get into position. Taking one of her hands in mine, I place it above her head, our fingers intertwined, digging into the bed as I put some weight on them. Using my other hand, I wrap it around her tiny knee and bring it up to the side of my chest. Finally I lock eyes on her, my cock nudging at her snug entrance.

“Stay on me, keep your eyes on mine.” She nods rapidly and with one fluid thrust I slide in. She gasps, her mouth wide, her eyes even wider, like she is being split in two and I bite my lip with my groan. She’s tight, so tight I almost lose it when I’m planted deep.

“Ohhh, my God,” she lets out a drawn out higher pitched moan and I feel like I hit the damn lotto. Not only is Lana a sweet, kind, loving woman, she is also the embodiment of what a perfect sex goddess would be. She moans like a god damn porn star, has a body like a real natural woman, and sometimes when Joel doesn’t fucking ruin her over and over again—she is the sassiest smart-ass that I desire the most.

“You...fuck Lana...you’re it for me. I can never have anyone but you again,” I say on a strained moan, throwing my head back when she clenches down on me. I’m still seated deep, trying to adjust to her. I thought she would have to adjust to me, never once did I think it would go both ways.

Her free hand grabs my face again and she leans up the best she can with her hand trapped above her head in mine. I meet her halfway and our lips touch, our tongues hungry and desperate. Our moans mix as one, vibrating against each other as I start to move, drawing in and out slowly, enjoying the skin to skin contact.

Shit! Skin to skin, I didn’t even grab a condom, fuck. I reluctantly pull away and she cries as my hips stop moving.

“What? Baby, what’s wrong?” she asks, lifting her hips up and sliding me in more, before sliding back down. She’s horny and greedy and it’s making me lose all sense.

“Fuck, baby stop, stop, stop,” I say with hurried breath, pulling my cock out.

“What, did I do something wrong? Am I bad at it?” I let go of her hands and she hurries to cover herself and I about rip her hands away.

“Don’t cover yourself. I just need to grab a condom, I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I’m sorry.” I go to get up so I can grab a condom from my night table, but she locks her legs around me holding me in place.

“I don’t want a condom, I want you bare. I want my first time bare to be with you. I’m on the pill,” she says reaching down and grabbing my rock-hard cock in her hand. I shiver when she takes her arousal and rubs my cock in slow motion.

“I’ve never been bare with anyone.” Her eyes sparkle then turn dark. I need to get her off, she’s needy as much as I’m desperate.

Smirking, my lopsided grin not hiding my fucking cocky excitement, I get back into position but this time, I rip the band aid off and I slam into her causing her back to form the deepest arch as it leaves the bed.

I want to rip the fucking material off her small tits so I can wrap my hungry mouth around her nipples, but I know she would end this fucking thing before we both lose it and I ain’t about to lose what we have going.

I thrust deep and hard, watching her close her eyes and grip at her long brown hair as she loses herself. I lean down and my teeth nip at her chin, my grunts and moans of pleasure rushing out across her neck. I love bite on her, careful to not mark her.

“Lana. Lana, oh fuck, Lana,” I say a prayer filled with her name, unable to control myself at this point.

“Make me come. Please make me come. I want to feel you lose yourself in me, Kingston.” Holy fuck, was that dirty talk? Does my girl like dirty talk?

“You like dirty, baby?”