Forgotten Truth (The Forgotten Series Book 1) by Virginia Wine Page B

if I could do the relationship thing. Now look at me, in a hotel room alone with this goddess and she’s all mine.
    She slowly walks towards me. “Now, are you going to have your way with me?”
    “I want to worship you.”
    “Would you like to see me in just the necklace?” She raises one eyebrow.
    “You have to ask?” My dick twitches, answering for me. “Turn around and allow me.”
    With the lightest of touches, I slide two fingers down each arm, making her moan. Taking her hair, I place it over her left shoulder and press my lips to her neck, kissing the chain of the necklace I just gave her.
    I start to unzip her dress, taking my time. The sound alone is so sexy, and when her black bra appears I hold my breath. I reach for her shoulders and gently push the straps off so the dress falls to the floor.
    She turns in my arms and her beauty takes my breath away. “Sweet Mother of God,” I pant. “You really don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?” I gaze into her eyes.
    She nods in shy agreement as she looks up at me.
    “The things you say, the things you do, make me feel beautiful. No other man has ever made me feel this way.”
    Thank fuck.
    The see-through black bra and matching panties alone are enough to lose my control. I take two steps back and admire this angel. “Take it off for me baby. Slowly.”
    Her eyes meet mine, and after a moment she lowers her bra straps and reaches behind to undo the clasp. It falls away. Those gorgeous tits tumble free and I admire her with lustful eyes, barely managing to control myself.
    “I’ve never really lived until this moment.” I’ve gone mad for this woman.
    “Why now?”
    “Because it was never enough.” I soak her in, from her blonde waves to her sexy fuck-me shoes. “Until now.”
    I start to unbutton my shirt, never taking my eyes off her as she slowly slides her panties off and kicks them aside. She stands in front of me in just her fuck-me heels and her necklace.
    “Jesus, this must be heaven.” As fast as humanly possible I’m naked and pressed up against her. My hands bury in her hair as I look into her eyes. “Fuck,” is all I can say when I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I kiss her roughly. I can’t stop the hunger I feel.
    I could take her right now, but I want her to want me just as much. I press her against the wall and reach down to circle her clit.
    “You’re so wet,” I pant out.
    Her head flies back, leaving her neck open for me to devour.
    “I need you. I want to feel you inside me,” she moans. After I insert one finger, she starts to whimper.
    “I want to hear you call my name when I’m fucking you hard, Bryer.”
    I kiss her passionately and our tongues play until our breath runs out.
    “Condom,” I get out in between breaths.
    She nods, and I reach into the drawer and watch as she quickly puts it on me.
    “Holy fuck. That’s sexy as hell,” I growl. “Do you want me? You want me hard against the wall?”
    “Yes.” Her sexy voice is deeper, and I guide myself inside.
    “Bryer, Jesus, you feel so incredible,” I groan as inch by inch I slide in. Once she’s adjusted, I start to pick up speed until I’m pounding into her.
    “Nathan, my heels,” she pants.
    “Leave them on.”
    We both smile at each other.
    “You’re so bad, but you’re so good at it.” She pants out.
    I continue to pound into her until I’m so close I can’t breathe. Slick motion creates a fire that burns every cell in my body.
    “Have your way with me,” she says with humor, urging me on. “Harder, Nathan. I’m close.”
    “Damn, woman.”
    I reposition my footing and slam into her full force.
    “Oh God, Nathan. You’re so deep. It feels so good. Don’t stop!” she cries out.
    And I don’t. I can’t.
    This pace continues till her breath quickens and the moans grow louder. Her nails dig into my back.
    “Yes, just like that.”
    I give her everything I have. I’m holding on by a thread when I feel her