Page 111 of Yours, Forever

I trailed kisses up to his clavicles, his neck.

"Stay married to me." His voice trembled. "Give us time to fall in love. Fall in love with me, Eva. We don't need any other finish line."

I kissed his jaw, following a path to his chin.

His hands grasped my flesh so hard that I knew I'd have bruises. "Kiss me please. I beg you to kiss me."

I let my mouth hover over his lips. I didn't move until his eyes locked on mine. My hand trembled as I lifted it between us, and I ran the pad of my index finger over his bottom lip.

"Eva," he whispered.

I pressed my lips on his. Kissed him slowly, softly. A simple touch, mouth to mouth.

He devoured me.

Passion and yearning; he poured it all into the kiss. I hooked my arms around his neck and leaned onto him; he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me in with such desperation that he almost lifted me off the ground.

He threw us to the bed. With my knees at his sides, I crossed my legs at the ankles, and yet he kissed me. Desperately. He put his weight in his elbows, his arms under my shoulders and his hands cradling my head, and yet he kissed me. Ardently. He rubbed his hard cock against my sex, and yet he kissed me. Wholeheartedly.

I couldn't get enough.

Even as he shifted his weight and reached to undo the buttons of my jeans, his mouth hung to mine. I undid the buttons of his shirt and waistcoat, and ran my hands over his chest.

"Te necesito," he groaned.

I only knew basic Spanish, but I understood that.I need you.

A wave of feeling crested in my chest and broke in my next breath. The air came hiccuped out of me.

He pulled my shirt up and bra cups down, and kissed my breasts with hard fingers and harder lips on my nipples. I helped him get out of his pants and underwear, and he helped me get out of mine. His shaft nestled between the lips of my pussy, and he rubbed it on my clit.

I gasped. I clawed at the muscles of his back, his shirt and waistcoat a curtain covering us.

He kissed me again, and entered me in a swift move. I moaned and dug my fingers into his flesh. He moved hard enough against me his hips would leave bruises on my thighs, too. I curled my fingers; my nails dug into him.

He groaned. "That's right, darling. Scratch me. Bite me. Leave marks on me."

He pumped harder. I raked my nails down his back.

"Conchemi… ma… aaah."

I didn't know the expression, but it came from so deep in his soul that it made me smile. The grin disappeared from my mouth when he changed the angle of his hips and the head of his cock rubbed exactly on the right spot.

"Max," I moaned.

"Darling." He kissed me again, playing with the pace of his pumps, but keeping at the position where I wanted him most.

"More. Faster." I bit his shoulder— hard. "Make me come. Come with me."

"Bite me again."

He quickened the pace, his cock massaging my clit from the inside, relentlessly. I bit him again, making sure I'd leave marks. I ran my nails down his back once more for good measure.

He whimpered. "I'm going to come. Come for me. I want to feel the spasms around my cock as I fuck you. Come on. If I'm going to leave for a couple of weeks, I'll at least leave you with my cum inside."

"Holy shit."

He rolled his hips faster. "And you're going to put your panties back on, and drip my release into them slowly through the night, and tomorrow morning you'll remember I'm in pain again. Because you left marks on me. Because I can't kiss you while I'm away."