Page 91 of Returning Your Love
I sat, unable to move as he unbuttoned his green shirt and lay it atop his coat. He bent over, shoulder muscles rippling as he untied his boots. He slid them off. Unzipped his jeans and pushed them to the floor, stepping out of them, leaving himself in tight black boxer briefs and socks.
Pale, smooth skin glowed in the overhead light. Dips and swells of lean muscle flexed with every shift of his body. Thick calves and thighs made my hands greedy.
Saliva flooded my mouth, and I swallowed harshly as zaps of energy prompted me to touch and taste what he shared with me.
“Jamie.”
I licked my lower lip, realizing I’d been staring in silence for who the fuck knew how long. “Come here,” I ordered in a ragged whisper.
Chaz closed the distance and straddled my thighs, his hands going straight for my face, hazel eyes wary and searching. He was warmth and hardness, a perfect fit for my lap. “Will…will you fuck me?”
Jesus—not what I’d been expecting, but I wasn’t about to complain or deny the man anything.
“Chaz,” I croaked out his name and wrapped my arms around him, yanking him close enough that our chests crushed together. The scent of motor oil clung to him, that reminder ofhomeI’d been desperate for. “I’d rather make love to you, but yes—I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“You, Jamie. I’m ready to live again. Make me yours.”
I leaned in to lay claim to his mouth, swallowing his groan as he shuddered in my arms.
When we had kissed before, there’d been an urgency brought on by infidelity and secret lust, the knowledge we’d done wrong and could be caught. While explosive, that coming together hadn’t allowed for true appreciation, and finally having the chance to love on Chaz how I’d always longed for, I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to make this special.
“Want to take my time with you,” I murmured against his mouth before licking deep, stroking along his tongue.
Chaz moaned and tightened his grip on me, grinding his hard dick against mine.
I grabbed his ass and struggled to stand, his chuckle against my mouth the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
We stumbled down the hallway in my attempts to carry him, bumping into a wall and my doorjamb. Laughter and licks over lips accompanied us. A welling of what I could only describe as helium filled my chest, making my heart buoyant, all floaty and carefree.
I laid Chaz on my bed and followed, slotting myself between his welcoming thighs. We both groaned as our lengths pressed together, and I swiveled my hips to rub over him, hissing when his fingertips dug into my back.
“Jamie.”
“Yeah, baby—I’ve got you.”
He moaned as I dragged my lips over his neck, sucking and biting with tenderness, steadily thrusting against him.
Deep hunger dictated I devour. Tear him apart and mark his skin where everyone would see that he belonged to me now. But this wasn’t a claiming, nor was it a chase for release. The greatest gift sprawled on my bed, and I would savor every inch. Show him what it truly meant to be loved.
“Gonna take some time to get your virgin hole opened up for my dick,” I murmured against his ear while threading my fingers through his thick hair.
“Been readying myself for a couple of weeks now.”
“Shit.” I shuddered and stilled atop him, eyes closed and lips against his forehead as I struggled not to come. Images of Chaz fingering his ass or using toys to stretch himself caused my dick to buck against his, and I hissed through clenched teeth.
“You like that,” he murmured without a hint of question in his voice.
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I lifted my head to find lust-hazed eyes on my face.
“Had my focus on being with you but needed to see to other shit first. Had to make sure my head was set straight—or not so straight.” A smile curved his lips, and I traced over the smooth skin with my fingertip. “Needed some healing so I could accept the love you’ve always wanted to give to me. Had to recognize that I deserved it.”
“Love everything about you,” I whispered, my throat tight. “Always have. Always will. And I’m sorry as fuck for?—”
Chaz lifted his head and shut me up with his mouth and tongue until I lost my train of thought. “You’re forgiven—now fuck me before I come untouched.”
Sitting on my haunches, I kept my eyes locked on his, peeling down his boxers and removing his socks. He lay naked before me like a buffet, and I planned on gorging myself until we were both sated and passed the fuck out.
I started at his toes since I had his right foot in hand, biting the big one lightly before licking up his arch.
