Forever Almost

Chapter 13

With a low, possessive growl, Travis didn't waste any time. He pulled Taylor into his lap, guiding her to sit over his still-hard member as if he hadn't just spilled inside her moments ago. The look in his eyes was pure hunger—he was insatiable when it came to her. His hands gripped her hips, helping her position herself above him, and the sensation of his hardness pressing against her entrance made her shiver with anticipation.

"You're always so ready for me," Travis murmured, his voice rough with desire as he watched her with dark, hooded eyes. "Always so perfect."

Taylor's breath hitched as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. Travis filled her completely, the sensation overwhelming, and she gasped as she began to move, finding a rhythm as she rode him. It was difficult at first, her body trembling from the exertion and the lingering intensity of her last orgasm, but Travis's hands on her hips steadied her, guiding her as she moved.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her. He leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he sucked hard. Taylor moaned loudly, her body arching into his touch as he lavished attention on her breasts, his teeth grazing her tender skin just enough to leave marks.

As Taylor grew more comfortable, she increased her pace, her movements becoming more confident, more desperate. The friction between them was incredible, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel another orgasm building, and the thought of it made her head spin.

"Travis," she gasped, her voice breathy and trembling as she looked down at him. "Will I even be able to walk tomorrow?"

Travis smirked up at her, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker. Without warning, he leaned forward and bit down hard on her belly, the sudden sting of pain making her cry out. "Baby," he growled against her skin, "forget about walking—you're not getting up tomorrow."

With that, he flipped her over in one swift motion, pinning her beneath him on the bed. The sudden change in position made her gasp, but before she could catch her breath, Travis was thrusting into her again, his pace brutal and unrelenting. The force of his movements rocked her entire body, and Taylor could do nothing but hold on as he took her, his hips driving into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a mix of pain and ecstasy that had her teetering on the edge. Travis was relentless, his grip on her hips almost bruising as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her closer to another orgasm. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, her entire body trembling with need as she neared the brink.

"Cum for me, Taylor," Travis demanded, his voice rough and commanding as he leaned down to bite her shoulder, the pain mingling with the pleasure in a way that made her cry out his name. "Now."

With a desperate moan, Taylor shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that left her trembling and weak beneath him. Her walls clenched around him, and the sensation pushed Travis over the edge. With one final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

For a moment, they lay there together, their breathing heavy, their bodies slick with sweat. Taylor was utterly spent, her body limp and exhausted from the intensity of their lovemaking. She could feel sleep tugging at the edges of her consciousness, and as she began to drift off, she felt Travis pull away, his hands gentle as he adjusted her position on the bed.

But Travis wasn't done with her yet. Just as Taylor began to fall asleep, her body turned to the side, she felt him pressing against her again, his hardness unmistakable. Her eyes fluttered open, and she moaned softly as she felt him slide into her from behind, the sensation pulling her from the brink of sleep.

"Travis," she whispered, her voice slurred with exhaustion and pleasure.

"I couldn't sleep," he murmured against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he moved slowly inside her. "Knowing that I might not have you like this tomorrow... I couldn't resist. I'm sorry, sweet girl."

Taylor blushed, her body tingling with renewed arousal as she felt him thrust into her, the rhythm slow and deep, each movement deliberate and consuming. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed the back of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her shiver.

The pleasure was different this time—slower, deeper, more intimate. Taylor moaned softly as he filled her, her body still sensitive from their earlier encounters. She could feel another orgasm building, her walls tightening around him as he moved inside her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

As Travis neared his release, his thrusts became more urgent, his grip on her waist tightening. He leaned down and bit her shoulder again, the pain sharp and hot as he pushed her over the edge. With a final, desperate moan, Taylor came undone, her body trembling with the force of her release.

Travis followed soon after, his body tensing as he spilled inside her for the nth time that night. He groaned her name, his voice thick with emotion as he held her close, his lips pressing soft kisses to her shoulder and neck.

When he finally pulled away, Taylor was too exhausted to move, her body limp with satisfaction. Travis brushed a hand through her hair, his touch gentle as he whispered, "Sleep now, Taylor. You've earned it."

She drifted off almost instantly, her body spent and her heart full. Travis watched her for a moment, before he quietly left the tent.