Free Saving Forever (The Ever Trilogy: Book 3) by Jasinda Wilder Page B

 
    “Please, Cade. Please.” I would absolutely beg, because I remembered how good he could make me feel with only his mouth.
    A questing flick of his tongue against my lower lips. I held my breath, and his mouth pressed to my opening and his tongue went into me, and I whimpered in sweet relief as rockets of raw pleasure shot through me. Within seconds, my knees were trembling and about to give out. He felt this, caught me up in his arms as he stood.
    I was dizzy and disoriented. I knew only the strength in his arms, the tilt of the world as he laid me on our bed and hovered above me.
    “Finish me, Cade.” I didn’t know what I was saying, didn’t care.  
    He knelt between my legs and leaned over me, kissed my throat, palmed each of my boobs in his big rough hands, and I moaned. He ran his hands down my sides, cupped my hip, and then his fingers slid between my thighs and moved up, grazing the tender insides of my legs and touched me there, and I whimpered. He dipped one finger into me, and I gasped.  
    He curled his finger inside me, and I groaned loudly.  
    “Make me scream, Cade.” I arched my back and kept my eyes closed, tangled my fingers in the pillow above my head.
    He added a second finger and took my nipple into his mouth, and I was afloat, fire rippling in my veins. I knew I was making some kind of noise but couldn’t hear anything except the rushing of blood in my ears, the pounding of my pulse.  
    This felt new somehow. Like my first time. Every molecule of my being was attuned to Cade’s touch, which was the only familiar thing in my universe. It was all I needed.  
    His mouth descended to my clit, pressing soft wet kisses along the way, and he sucked the hard nub of nerves into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, worked his fingers inside my slit. He did as I’d commanded, and made me scream.
    I exploded, arching off the bed and letting my throat express the screams of release, and my belly shook and my head spun and my hands clawed at Cade.  
    Cade.
    Cade.
    My lover.
    I clung to him, panting, pulled him up my body and clutched his neck with both arms, gasping his name over and over and over again. I felt his erection nudging my thigh. I opened my legs and wrapped my heels around his thighs. I was tight, and wet. In that moment, in the instant before he penetrated me, impaled me, I felt every single day of the year and a half that I’d been unconscious, felt every single second of his absence in my body. I felt every single fraction of time that I’d been without him, that he’d been without me.  
    With his cock poised against the opening of my pussy, I pressed my lips to his ear and whispered. “I love you. No matter what. Forever and Always.” That was a mantra to me then.   I knew, no matter what came in the months ahead, that those words would be my comfort and my strength. Forever and Always.  
    “You swear? You promise me? Forever and Always? No matter what?” He sounded so desperate, so afraid, that I buried my face in his neck and shifted my hips, buried his thick hard cock in my wet soft heat.
    “Yes, Cade. I swear. I swore when I married you, and I meant it. Forever.” My words were soft and quick and without hesitation.
    He moved with me, and I thought I heard a stifled sob escape him, but it was gone just as quickly. “I love you, Ever. This…this is home. You. Me. This is my only home.”
    I felt him within me, filling me, completing me. Our bodies moved in perfect unison, as they always had, and time fell away. I was with him then, in every moment we’d spent together, bare flesh pressed to flesh, breathing in the living silence of our love, in the tender fierce fury of our mated bodies, I was there with him in the moment when we’d first made love, in my studio at Cranbrook. I was there with him in the studio of this very condo—a room which I’d not been brave enough to venture into yet—as he fucked me against the wall, bent over and grinding hard into