For Keeps. For Always. by HALEY JENNER (top rated books of all time txt) 📗

savor every one of her quiet sounds. Tender moans that send blood straight to my cock and a storm of butterflies to my stomach.

Legs moving out from underneath me, she circles them around my waist. I fall on top of her heavily at her insistence, groaning as I go.

Our kiss is simple and complex and suggestive and indispensable all at once. I need more and nothing else and everything, and I don’t know how or what to think. My mind is consumed by us.

Her hands find my jaw, her thumbs stroking my cheeks affectionately. It causes me to pull back from our kiss. I look at her, her eyes wild with a desire so strong, I scarcely know what to do with it.

My hand moves without instruction, rubbing against the zipper at her chest, teasing it down in a painfully slow trance.

She lets me undress her, and I feel her stare burning along my face, tracking my reaction. But I can’t pull my gaze from my hand. I’m unwrapping her like a gift I never knew I wanted. Every inch of creamy skin exposed cutting off my ability to breathe.

She is more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And she’s mine. At this free and open moment, she’s mine.

Fully exposed, except for the lace bra covering her small but full tits, and a simple pair of black cotton briefs, she holds my chin, lifting my eyes to hers.

“I’ve never done this.”

I swallow. “Neither have I.”

Confusion swarms in her eyes. “But—”

“It never felt right. It never felt like this.” I gulp. “I’ve never wanted it as bad as I do right now.”

She sits up, and I move with her.

Slipping off the remnants of her dress, she looks at me expectantly. I can’t pull my eyes from hers as I rip at my jacket and toss it to the ground. Her gaze falls along each individual button of my shirt as I flick at it. She doesn’t speak a single word as I yank at my belt, letting it meet the same fate as my shirt and jacket.

Using the toe of one shoe, she kicks her heel off, then uses her toes to repeat the action on the other foot.

I discard my shoes and socks without fanfare, leaving myself only in my boxers.

Sex in the movies is all about passion, about tearing at one another’s clothes in the need to fuck. There’s something more intimate about watching your partner undress, or so it seems at this moment. Having Henley watch as I shed my clothing for her is a foreplay I never knew existed.

I’ve thought about sex. A lot. I thought about what my first time would be like. Would it be rushed? A quick fumble to rid myself of my virginity?

I couldn’t think of anything worse right now. Being forced to rush through this with Henley would be the greatest torture.

No. I want to spend hours exploring her body. I want to lick and kiss and taste every inch of her. I want to explore all the ways her body finds pleasure and have her do the same for me. I want to hear her moan my name.

This isn’t a quick fuck. This isn’t two teenagers stumbling through a moment they both want to get over and done with.

I want it to last. I want it to feel as good for her as it will for me. A moment we’ll remember for eternity. Whether we’re connected or not, no matter where the world takes us, I want to make certain that no one will ever be able to erase this night for us.

“You fascinate me, Henley,” I breathe. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew I needed you in my life.”

“Brooks.”

“I want to tell you that you’re beautiful,” I continue, my voice pained with love. “I want to tell you that I’ve never seen anything prettier in my life, but you’re so much more than that. Know that I feel all that, though. Everything about you is a dream. My dream.”

She blinks, shedding the wetness pooling in her eyes. “Come here.”

I go without delay, and she pulls me into a kiss. The salt of her tears teases my taste buds, and I want more. My lips move over her closed lids and across her temple in soft kisses. I drag them across her jawline and down her neck, letting myself enjoy the steady drum of her pulse in her throat as I go.

She arches into me, her breathing quickening under my touch.

My lips latch onto her clavicle, sucking softly.

“Brooks,” she moans.

I move down toward her bra, and she whimpers unexpectedly.

“Bra,” she tells me, bending awkwardly to unfasten it. “Off.”

Discarding the lacy bra over the side of the bed, she lets me see the curve of her tits, the dusty pink nipples hard and wanting, begging for attention. I take her right nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hungrily.

Henley exhales fiercely, the sound she makes a twisted cry of shock and a zealous moan of pleasure.

“Oh. Wow.”

My cock surges at her open show of lust.

As I pay the same attention to her left nipple, her hands find my hair, pushing me into her chest harder.

I growl, knowing that if I buried my cock inside her right now, I’d blow without warning.

Dragging my tongue down the line of her stomach, it hollows out, her skin pebbling in anticipation.

I stare up her body as my fingers find the waistband of her underwear. Caught in the moment, she doesn’t look back. Her teeth are pinching at her lip, ripping along the soft pink skin in restraint.

The black material glides over her creamy skin like silk.

And then she’s naked.

Her entire body is bare for me. 

“Brooks,” she begs, coming up on her elbows.

“Baby.”

Cupping the back of her knees, I pull her to the end of my bed, needing as much access to her as possible. With her legs resting over my shoulders, her pussy is a breath away from my face. Sliding my thumbs along her