Giving You Forever (18 page)

“Ohh… baby,” she moans as her hips rock erratically. She grabs her own breasts, massaging them intensely.

Holy fucking shit!

Standing up, I pull my shirt over my head, drop my pants and boxers, then flip my baby girl over onto her stomach, making her cry out from the force. Immediately she kneels, ready for me to plummet inside of her. Instead, I spread the cheeks of her sweet ass and slide my tongue along the inside. Her head shoots up, chin pointing to the ceiling as she yells out in ecstasy.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

Circling the brim with my tongue, I push two fingers inside of her. She’s so damn wet that they slide effortlessly, in and out of her opening. By now her moans have turned into straight out screams, turning every last ounce of me on.

Dammit, I love when she yells out my name.

“Please, Nolan…fuck me!” she pleads, flooded with pleasure, needing the sweet caress of my cock inside of her pussy.

Giving my girl exactly what she wants, I push in hard, filling her as deep as I can go.

“Ahh, baby, yeah…oh shit, yeah!” she continues to yell, fueling my flame burning fiercely within.

Erotically consumed, I slap her plump little ass, making her scream out in pleasure.

“Ahh…”

“You like that, baby doll?”

“Yes…yes!” she pants through heavy breaths, pleading for more.

Damn, I love her!

Slapping her ass again, then caressing the area with my hand, she screams out in pleasure, clenching around my hard cock, milking it in shear ecstasy.

I pump in harder and harder, riding out her orgasm as long as humanly possible before hitting the edge and diving into a hot as fuck orgasm of my own.

Chapter Sixteen

– ALEXA –

Rolling over this morning, everything aches. My stomach, my head, my butt, between my legs…everywhere. I lay there for a minute, on my back, staring at the ceiling. Last night comes as a blur. Well, everything after we left Kelly and Dylan’s. I was drunk, that’s for sure, but the sex that Nolan and I had last night...it’s blurry. It was hot, intense, and
oh my god
crazy. Sometimes when I think about the things that we do, an embarrassed knot forms in my stomach, shocked that I’d do something so erotic and intense. I almost wonder if it really happened, or if it is something that I dreamed. Of course, alcohol can always stimulate an interesting love making session, but it’s crazy. It’s crazy the person I become when consumed by Nolan; consumed with mounds of desire, desire to go down any path that he takes me. And oh, how wonderful it is, so I let him do it, trusting that he knows the lines of too far and how to pleasure me in the most amazing ways possible.

Feeling a pulse starting to generate below, I shake my head to clear my thoughts. He doesn’t even have to be here to turn me on–just the thought is enough. Throwing the covers off of me, I mosey my way over to the bathroom to begin my morning ritual of getting ready.

A small ache pings my chest when I walk down the stairs and into an empty kitchen. Mentally I remind myself that it’s worth him being home on time. That I can sacrifice losing our ten minutes together in the morning to have an evening of just us. A smile creeps across my face when I see the post-it hanging from the coffee pot.

The coffee is already measured and waiting for me. It’s then that I realize that I’ve never had to make coffee. When I lived at home, my dad had it in my mug and ready for me before I left for school, then once I moved in with Nolan, he did the same. Never have I ever had to make a pot of coffee in my life. And now, with no one here with me in the morning, I still don’t really have to. I just have to press start.

Pressing down the start button, the coffee maker roars to life, filling my nostrils with the heavenly brewing scent of fresh coffee.

Mmm…

Adding to the perfection of Nolan, my cellphone buzzes with a new text message.

Filled with love, I hold the phone snug to my chest with an adoring smile covering my face.

God, I love him.

I text him back quick, needing to get going myself.

Grabbing my travel mug from the cupboard and filling it a quarter of the way with creamer, I add my coffee, steal an energy bar from the pantry, and make my way out the door and through the garage to my car.

Halfway through my day, I remember my appointment tonight with Meg. It’s at 4:00 p.m., right after my student teaching. I contemplate calling and asking if we can push it until 6:00 p.m. so that Nolan can actually come, but I don’t want to be picky and inconvenience Meg. She is already doing so much for us, and I don’t want to seem greedy. It’s just with the florist and Nolan could care less about that, nor would he have much say in it. The flowers are what I’m most excited about picking out. I’ve always imagined having flowers overflowing everywhere at my wedding. Not to mention that I have a pretty good idea of how Nolan envisions the wedding. After our date night at our old apartment, he had flowers everywhere, giving me a sample of what he likes.

Not remembering if I told him about this appointment or not, I text him just in case.

As always, he texts me right back.

With a smile on my face, I respond.

– NOLAN –

I’ve been working my ass off today, trying to get all that needs to be done finished before 4:00 p.m. My last client’s appointment is at two, giving me plenty of time to get to William’s florist. I haven’t been present for any of the wedding plans thus far, nor have I even met our wedding planner, Meg. Though some guys wouldn’t mind this, I don’t just want to be the groom that shows up the day of without knowledge of anything. Not that I care what anything looks like, the wedding is about Alexa’s dream and how she envisions it, but I’d like to support her. Be there through the process and show her how passionate I am about marrying her. Just because I haven’t been there at every appointment, doesn’t mean I don’t want to–I just couldn’t. But now things are different. I can and will be there more for my fiancé.