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It was the most beautiful gift I’d ever received, and I was certain if he didn’t do something about it, I was going to burst into tears.

Noting my inability to speak, Forrest shifted closer to me, framed my face with his hands, and said, “Now, about the other thing you said. The thing about missing me and wanting me. It seems I need to give you something you’ve been craving.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I desperately wanted that, and I couldn’t wait.

Forrest noticed the effect his words were having on me and grinned. “Make no mistake about it, Daisy. As much as you’ve wanted me, I’ve been dying for a taste of you, too. In fact, I think that’s exactly what I want right now. A taste.”

I swallowed hard, the promise in his words undeniable.

After Forrest pressed a kiss to my lips and allowed his tongue to sweep into my mouth, taking and giving precisely what he had for days now, he pulled back, stripped me out of my clothes, and urged me to my back.

Then he shifted his body on the couch and lowered himself to his stomach—an indication he intended to stay where he was heading for a long time. The anticipation built as he urged my legs apart and began kissing along my inner thigh.

I was struggling to keep still, my hips rolling in the air and seeking to relieve the ache that had been building for days.

Forrest took his time making it to his destination, his lips kissing and teeth nipping at my skin along the way.

Finally, he made it there, and it became apparent he was no longer interested in taking his time. Forrest dove in, feasting on me like he hadn’t had a meal in months. No, years. He licked and teased and tasted. His tongue flicked over my clit before he sucked. Then he sucked while his tongue flicked. I didn’t even know it was possible to do what he was doing, and yet, somehow, Forrest was doing it.

My hands threaded through his hair, needing something to hold on to while being desperate to keep him where he was. Though, if I was honest, I was convinced there was little that could have pulled Forrest away from what he was doing to me.

It had been such a long time since I’d had this, and it should have taken almost no time for me to get where I was going. But Forrest expertly drew out my pleasure, wanting to continue to build me up.

I tried not to get frustrated, because I knew it was going to be wonderful, better than ever before. But a girl could only take so much.

“Forrest, please,” I begged after he took me nearly there for what had to be the fifth or sixth time without sending me over the edge.

He smiled against me, a sign he might not be ready to give me what I needed, but then he surprised me.

With unbelievable ease, Forrest gave me what he knew I wanted and sent me soaring. I rode each wave, crying out and moaning through the pleasure.

Only after he’d seen me through did Forrest stop, and when he did, I was surprised by how ravenous I felt.

Normally, I’d have settled into that sated feeling and taken a minute, but not now. It had been too long, and I wanted nothing more than to get my mouth on him.

So, that’s what I did.

I surged up at the same time he had started to lift his torso from the couch. I pressed my palms to his shoulders, sending him to his back on the opposite end of the couch.

He seemed surprised by my reaction, but he didn’t stop me. Forrest’s hands came to my hips as I brought my body over his and kissed his mouth, tasting myself lingering there. My lips began working their way down his body, across his chest and abdomen.

It had been too long.

Way too long.

I didn’t want to miss a single inch.

I loved the feel of having Forrest’s hands on me again. He pressed in firmly when he liked something I did, or he let out a groan when I did something he loved.

Suffice it to say, he hadn’t stopped squeezing or groaning. I made my way down to the prize, curled my fingers around his length, and gave him one last look and smile before I closed my mouth over the head of his penis.

“Fuck, Daisy. Fuck, I missed you.”

His voice was deep and husky.

I loved that.

I loved the way he wasn’t afraid to tell me how he felt.

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