Page 55 of Longing for Liberty
I looked around at the room and felt a little stressed. “May I dress? I should take care of this.”
“No.” His answer was immediate. “I’m not done with you. Leave all of this for tomorrow.”
“Oh—oh!” He lifted me by the waist, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his middle, feeling the handle of the gun against my thigh, and his already-growing bulge between his legs as Amos walked us back to his room and tossed me on the bed. I let out a surprised giggle as I flew up and then bounced. Then I went silent as I watched him fully undress for the first time.
Amos Fitzhugh on full display was quite the image. Thick, corded muscles. Wide shoulders that tapered into a lean waist. And his arms…those arms right now were grabbing me by the ankles and yanking me to the edge of the bed. I gasped and let myself fall back. He held the back of my knees up and lowered his head to my center, swiping his warm tongue all the way through me. I made a hissing sound and grasped the sheets above my head.
His tongue worked me, building me higher to that apex, and then moved down to my backside. Knowing he had this preoccupation with my ass, I was careful to keep myself very clean at all times, which helped me to be willing to enjoy it.
He pressed his thumb tip against my hole. “Where is your…accessory?”
“In my purse,” I answered. “Do you want me to get it?”
“No need,” he said. “I have the next size up.”Oh, no.That made me nervous.
He reached into his nightstand and took out a red velvet pouch, opening it and letting the sleek silver plug with a blue jewel slide into his hand. It definitely looked bigger.
“Have you, um…” I stopped myself, and he looked at me quizzically. “Never mind.”
“What? Have I used this? Done this?”
“Yeah,” I said softly.
“I’ve never done any of this.”
But clearly it was a fantasy of his.
“Come here,” he said. “Lie on your stomach.” I did as he said, lying facedown along the edge of the bed where he stood. He took my leg that was closest to him and pulled my knee up a little. Then he took out a bottle of something clear—an oil or gel of some type—and squeezed it onto his fingers. He massaged his fingers into me and pressed the metal tip. For a few minutes, he fucked me lightly with it, back and forth the way he liked to do.
“You are so beautiful,” he told me again as he watched me squirm and move with his rhythm.
I relaxed into it, tensing slightly when he went further, and at the point where it normally went in, it stretched me more, causing a sting of pain. I made a sound, and he stilled, looking at my face.
“That hurt?”
“A little,” I admitted. He went slower, and I lifted up to my elbows, leaning my head against his free arm.
“I’m preparing your body for me, Liberty.”
I knew that, deep down, but he was even thicker than this bulb, so it scared me to think about that as he pushed to that stinging point again, and I grimaced against his arm.
“Roll over.” Amos helped move my body into position on my back with my legs open to the side as he covered my sensitive nub with his mouth again. This time, he pressed the plug upward rhythmically as he licked and sucked, distracting me from the pain, until he gave it a hard push. My hips flew up as the stinging ache ebbed from pain into the fullness of pleasure, my body taking to the obstruction and melding around it.
“Good girl. Now scoot back.”
I moved back as he climbed onto the bed, prowling toward me with those giant shoulders and arms, and then covering my whole body with his.
“Amos.” My hands went to his face, and he kissed me as he pushed his cock into me, rocking until he was seated fully inside of me. The sensations were so much that I shocked myself, throwing back my head and immediately pulsing around him. “I-I’m coming…” He groaned above me, and I took it as appreciation for the way my body enjoyed his.
“So sexy,” he whispered as I came down.
Amos took his time and fucked me in so many positions, I lost count. He was able to make me come in positions I’d never even gotten close to coming in before. He took breaks to keep his own self from coming, going down to kiss between my legs again, and though I felt like I was made of gelatin, his mouth was able to revive me.
Finally, as I held on to the top of his headboard while he pounded me from behind, he came hard deep inside me, his hands likely leaving finger marks on my hips as they dug into my flesh.
His head leaned against my upper back as he caught his breath, and I caught mine. I’d had amazing, epic sex with Jeremy during those early years before we became parents. But with him, there had always been a lightness. We could laugh during sex if our bodies made funny noises. With Amos, no part of sex was a laughing matter. He was serious in every way. The differences were stark, but not better or worse. Just…so different.
We lay down, and Amos pulled me into his body, which I hadn’t expected. I lay my head on his chest, feeling strange about this sudden moment of affection, especially as his hand began a lazy trail up and down my spine. I found it hard to relax. And then he spoke.
