Page 28 of Under His Embrace

His hands roved everywhere. Every way he moved, it was another effort to keep me close. He pulled on the small of my back to ensure I rubbed down over him, slowly humping him despite the clothes between us. He grabbed my ass, forcing me to spread my legs wider over him. And he gripped my head, cupping the back of it to plaster his mouth to mine in a harder, hungry kiss.

“I need you,” I repeated as I tugged his shirt up.

He lifted his arms, and the only break we gave ourselves in kissing each other was to let that layer come off.

His chest heaved with hard breaths, and I took a moment to run my hands over the dips and valleys of all the muscles. He’d always been so strong and obsessed with fitness. Over the years, he’d earned a chiseled body decorated with scars and tattoos.

“I needallof you,” I begged as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged up.

“Fuck, Chloe.” He moaned into my mouth, making out with me as I reached back to free my breasts from the confines of my bra.

“So gorgeous,” he praised as he stroked his hands over my sides. Once he took my breasts in his hands, I raised up on my knees higher. Offering myself to him, I wordlessly prayed that he’d taste me there. I arched my back, thrusting my nipples toward his wet lips, and he didn’t disappoint. He braced his big, callused hands on my back, keeping me right where he could reach me and torture me some more. With hot kisses, long licks, and hard sucks, he tormented my nipples. He was ravenous to sample every inch of me, and as he held me up, I tried to undulate against him and seek friction for the aching neediness I felt for him. Only him.

Back then and now, Franco drove me wild.

“I…”

God, I couldn’t speak, breathless and weak to this desire lancing through me. I wanted him so damn bad. I wanted his dick deep inside me and reminding me how we belonged together. I had no right to him. I had zero right to ask him to give himself to me.

He was already hurt that I’d left him the way I had—without a goodbye and no chance of a reason.

If I were to tell him that I had his son, that I gave birth to Caleb without giving him a hint that he would be a father, he’d be hurt even more. I’d wound him. I’d break his heart all over again. The fury I’d instigate would never fade, and for that reason, to spare him more pain, heartache, and anger, I had to swallow down the words. It was on the tip of my tongue. I was bursting to tell him that I needed him to listen to me, that I needed him to know that he was the father of my son.

But right now, I needed tofeelhim, to reconnect and build on the love that I was so brave to give up so long before.

It never died. The love between us would always burn so stubbornly bright, but I had no power to change the fact that obstacles would always remain between us.

Tell him. You have to tell him.The urgency to come completely clean raged within me, but I feared that he could find out too soon and be mad. I worried that he’d never forgive me, and in that manner, I decided to be selfish, to be greedy for once, to put myself first and go for whatIwanted, whatIneeded.

I had the chance to be with him now, right here, and I wasn’t strong enough to pass up on it.

I eased back, crawling away from him but still leaning forward to kiss him. Aiming for the edge of the bed so I could stand, I ended up on all fours, crawling away. My breasts swayed with the motion as I retreated. When he leaned in, chasing after me and kissing me, he lifted his hands to cup my breasts and rub his thumbs over my nipples. I moaned, feeling every touch shooting straight to my pussy. A live wire of tingling desire threaded through me, but I resisted the urge to fall onto him. Not yet.

Standing shakily, I hurried to remove my pants and panties. He wasn’t far behind me, pushing his hips up to take off the rest of his clothes too.

I took a moment to look him over, admiring the stiff hardness that jutted up from his lap. He was so thick and long, and I knew exactly what kind of pleasure and pain stretching myself on him would give me.

I set one hand on his shoulder as I crawled back onto the bed, but with my free hand, I wrapped my fingers around his dick and stroked the length of his erection.

“Chloe.” He gritted his teeth as he urged me back to him. “I won’t last.”

“Me neither,” I whispered before straddling him again. Kissing him hard and slow, I angled his cock to my soaking wet pussy. The first push of his wide head on my entrance filled me with so much pleasure that I wanted to be greedy. I wanted to take all that I wanted from him. The only thing I could count on in this moment was an orgasm, a heady, all-consuming release. His love would become conditional the moment he learned about our son and how I’d lied to him.

At this moment, though, I wanted what he could give me.

I sank down his rigid dick, treasuring the wide, stretching fullness. He speared up into me at my pace, and I did my best not to hold my breath or tense up. It burned as he entered me fully, but it was such an exquisite sense of being pushed to my limits that I knew the reward of taking all of him would be bliss.

“Chloe,” he growled again, his voice so thick with need and longing. I heard the agony of all the heartache, and I vowed to try to erase as much as I could. It would always linger. Our past would be etched into the fabric of our lives, but right now, I had the power to show him that I still cared, that I still needed and wanted him.

“I missed you,” I breathed against his parted lips. Up and down, I rode him. Starting slow guaranteed us a lead in to the friction we both chased. Once I sped up, making sure to dropdown to the point where I rubbed my clit over him too, we were on a race to come.

“I missed you every fucking moment you were gone,” he said, his ravenous stare locked on my tits as I bounced on his dick.

I leaned back, giving him the show he wanted. If he wanted to watch my breasts jiggle and bounce, I would arch my back and let him look his fill. If he wanted to thrust up into my pussy, I’d widen my legs that much more to welcome him in as I sank down.

The angle left me unbalanced, but he didn’t let me suffer. Holding my back, he gave me support, and with this leverage, I used all my strength to slide up and down his cock until he came.

I beat him to it by seconds. As my pussy clenched and waves of pleasure soared through me, he roared a guttural sound of relief. I moved, rocking on him until I wrung out every last bit of ecstasy between us. I came with the intensity of floating, of drifting, of coming apart into so many pieces that I wasn’t sure how I’d feel whole again.

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