Forever (This)(10)

By: J.B. McGee

Bradley pulls back and points to the green leaves hanging from the doorframe. Straightening me, he tugs the hem of my top over my head and tosses it to the floor. “Damn. I’ve missed you these last couple of weeks while you’ve been studying.” He brushes that stray piece of hair behind my ear as his lips curve into a smile. “I can’t wait to start and continue Christmas traditions with you. For instance, that stuff on the stove needs to simmer for a minute…or ten. So, there’s this one memory I’d like to make with you while we wait.”

“Is that right? And what did you have in mind, exactly?”

The light bounces from his eyes, making them glimmer. “Well, I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Mmm hmm. What about this cute little thing, though?” I hold the apron up with my pinky.

Taking it from my hands, he tosses it to the same place he dropped my sweater. “Later. You can wear that after. Or nothing, if you prefer.”

I giggle. “Okay.”

“Okay, you’ll wear nothing, or okay, you’ll wear it after?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do…whatever you tell me to do, Mr. Banks. And I mean that in more ways than one. Now, kiss me.”

He caresses my cheek with one hand while he places the other behind my neck, threading his fingers in my hair. “You’re beautiful, Gabby Girl.” He pulls me closer, starting to dance, but there’s no music.

My cheeks redden. After all this time, I should be used to compliments, especially from him. He is always sweet-talking me. I love it, but they still make me blush every single time. I know I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be the object of his affection. “Time’s ticking.” I lean into his touch.

He smirks, letting his hand slip down and taking mine into his before twirling me. “Anxious, eh?”

I nod. When I slam against his hard body, I grip the waistband of his already loose sweats hanging perfectly on his hips—just below the V I love so much—and begin to slide them down his legs, causing him to still completely. I never let my eyes leave his as I begin to plant kisses on his chest. “You’re always so generous. You’re always planning…” When I get to his pelvis, I free him and kiss the tip of his length, then smile. “Don’t you think it’s my turn to be the one with the surprises for a change?”

He swallows hard before placing his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft and filling my mouth. Even though we’ve been together for almost two years, I’ve never done this. I’ve always wanted to, but I was too shy. Tonight, I’m feeling confident and bold. Having his most intimate part, hard as steel yet delicate and tender, in my mouth is empowering. This is love and trust. His fingers swirl in my hair as he guides me up and down. I’m doing everything in my power to not gag even though I like this. My mouth isn’t big enough for him. I swirl my tongue around as my head bobs up and down, and his breathing becomes more hoarse and ragged. My eyes bulge. Is he actually going to come in my mouth? Clearly, I haven’t thought this out well enough. I pull back, licking around the tip, and quickly replace my mouth with my hand. He tries to push my mouth back down, but I’m not ready for that yet, so I vigorously shake my head from side to side, which is not good timing. Not at all. My wide eyes meet his as he lets go all over my face. He sucks in a deep breath. “Fuck, Gabby.”

Giggles start pouring out of me at the same pace the sticky, salty stuff is being slung all over me. “Sorry.” When he’s done, he positions his chin between his thumb and pointer finger while nibbling his lower lip. “What? Are you mad?”

“Am I mad? You’re kidding, right? I’ll never be able to get this picture out of my mind. I’m trying to decide whether to cut the food off, put you on the counter, and devour you.”


“Or whether to send you to the shower while I finish dinner.”

Reaching for a paper towel, I wipe my face. My stomach rumbles. “I think my body just spoke for itself. Maybe we could have fun on the counter for dessert?”

I peek down as his yogurt slinger twitches and springs back to life. Yogurt slinger? I begin to laugh so hard tears seep from the sides of my eyes, and I wrap my arms around my stomach to ease the cramping. Not sure where that came from, but sometimes I do crack myself up.

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