Page 24 of Anteros' Return

“Are you sure your parents are out tonight?” I asked, the worry set in as I glanced down the dark hallway.

“I promise, you don’t need to look so worried.” When he aimed his smile at me, the nerves inside my body scrambled. There was something about it that instantly calmed me.

The second after he locked the front door, he had me against the wall, his lips an inch from mine.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching for my face for any signs of rejection.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I swallowed hard, the nerves niggling away in my stomach, but I was ready.

“Thank fuck,” he whispered against my lips. “You have no idea how much I need you.”

His lips claimed my own. They were gentle but full of need and passion. His tongue danced with mine as he fisted my hair, guiding my head back slightly. I barely noticed when he lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs to his room, his lips glued to mine until he laid me down on his bed.

“I need to taste you, baby. You ready for that?”

I nodded, open to giving myself to him for the first time and letting him take whatever he wanted.

“That’s my good girl.” He popped open the button on my jeans with ease, yanking them down along with my panties before discarding them on the floor. He pulled me up slightly, removing my top in one swift movement. “So fucking perfect.”

He took my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently as I fisted the sheets. It was a sensation I had never felt before. Pushing my body backwards, he hovered over me, palming my breast as he decorated my neck with rough kisses.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you.” I moaned as he sucked on my neck, his hands trailing down my front. “Thought about making you come all over my cock. Is that what you want? For me to make you come?”

“Y-yes.” Fuck, I was nervous. He knew it just as well as I did.

“Relax, baby, I’m going to take my time with you. I’ll be as gentle as you want me to be.” His hand cupped my pussy as his thumb circled my clit, causing my back to arch with each soft swipe.

“Ah, Beck.”

“Shh, enjoy the pleasure. Give into it,” he whispered against my skin. “I’m going to bury my tongue in your pussy now. If it becomes too much, you need to tell me.”

How would it be too much?!

Beckett traced his tongue up my inner thigh, his teeth occasionally nipping my skin. I could feel his hot breath on me, making me shiver in anticipation. His hands, strong and sure, pushed my thighs farther apart, and I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked up at me, his gaze dark and intense.

"You're so beautiful, Em," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I can see how much you want this. You're so fucking wet for me."

I gasped as his tongue found my clit, circling it slowly and deliberately. Waves of pleasure surged through me, making my hips buck against his mouth. He took his time, licking and sucking, his tongue expertly working my clit.

"You taste so fucking good," he growled, his voice vibrating against me and sending a second round of shivers up my spine. "I could lose myself in your pussy all night.”

His dirty words sent a rush of heat through me. The tension coiled tighter as he brought me closer to the edge. His tongue picked up speed, his movements more insistent and urgent.

"Come for me, Emily," he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let me taste you."

With a final flick of his tongue, I came undone, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Beck.” I moaned his name as he rode out my orgasm, his tongue drawing out every last tremor until I was spent. “Fuck!”

“Good girl,” he purred against my pussy before crawling up my body, nipping at my neck with frantic kisses. “Are you ready for me to fuck you, Em?”

I nodded as my fingers combed through his hair. My nerves subsided. All I wanted was for him to lose himself with me just as much as I did with him. He never fumbled. He knew how to cater to my every need and desire.

He reached into his side drawer, ripping open the condom wrapper before sliding it over his cock. His hand wrapped gently around my neck as he slammed his lips against mine. “Tell me to stop if you need me to. I don’t know how gentle I’ll be able to be with you, Em.”

“I’ll tell you,” I assured him.

Beckett thrust into me, slowly at first, as the sensation of him filling me inch by inch caused me to whimper. He stretched me, and I felt every inch.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled against my skin. His rhythm was steady and deliberate, each thrust a little deeper, a little more intense, than the last. It only made me crave him more.

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