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“Good, because I plan to do it again soon.”
The passion ignites between us the way it always inexplicably does. He kisses and licks my body like he’ll never have another chance, occasionally pushing the plug in and out as he gets me worked up and desperate to come.
I’m so close more than once, and he chuckles at my groan when he leaves me hanging again. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside you.”
“Then get inside me.”
He has me lay face down on the bed, and pulls one of my knees up. His hand trails down my back. “So fucking beautiful, Delilah.”
My cheeks warm at the compliment, and I moan when he tugs the plug out. He crouches over me, caressing my thigh as he lubes us both up.
My eyes close when he leans over to suck at the back of my neck. “Stop me if you don’t like it. I don’t want to hurt you.”
In my experience, it always comes with a little pain, but I’m so relaxed and ready for him that it isn’t bad at all when he presses the head in. He stops, kissing and caressing when he meets a little resistance.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I push back against him, letting him in a little more. He takes over, slowly working himself in and out until my muscles relax. “Oh fuck,” I gasp as he slides all the way inside me.
He pulls back and advances again. The burning pinch fades into nothing but pleasure. He slips his hand down to run a fingertip through my pussy. “Look how wet you are.” He leans over, as deep inside me as he can go and his voice in my ear is practically a growl. “You like my cock in your ass.”
Like isn’t a strong enough word. I feel stuffed full of him. My body is on fire, and the gnawing desire to come grows to an insatiable hunger. “Fuck me, please.”
He’s not a man who needs to be asked twice. It feels like it lasts forever, those slow strokes that gradually build to firm, constant thrusts. I’m going out of my mind by the time he reaches down to rub my clit and sends me into a mind shattering orgasm.
Before I can recover, his hands land on mine, pinning them to the bed while he fucks my ass without mercy. I love every second of it. Being trapped beneath him, held down and helpless as he pounds into me.
The sharp, clipped shout that escapes him when he drives in deep is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
If I thought this would be any less explosive with him than regular sex, he’s proved me wrong. There doesn’t seem to be anything this man can do to my body that doesn’t make it sing.
CHAPTER 22
SUTTON
Amos looksup from packing his lunch box when I get home. “Hey, how are things going?”
“They’re going. Solar panels are installed.” It’s been a little over two weeks since my home was delivered and I’ve been busy as hell. “Dealing with the city has been the hardest thing. They keep saying they’ll get shit done and not showing up, but I don’t think it’ll be much longer.”
“That’s great.”
We haven’t discussed his plans since Lila offered to let him take over the lease here. Part of me really hopes he decides to take it. I don’t hate living with him, but after all these years, I’d like to live alone for a while.
“Do you still plan to move with me? Or are you going to stay here?”
He pauses, licking mustard from the knife he was using on his sandwich. “I’m going to keep the trailer. I signed a lease that starts next month. Liles said she’ll be in her new apartment by then.”
“That’s cool.” Guilt washes over me. He has no idea what I’ve been doing or how I feel about his sister. Hell, I haven’t told herhow I feel. As far as she’s concerned, we’re still just hooking up, but that’s not what I want anymore. I like her.
No, that’s not completely accurate. I’m fucking crazy about her. All day, I look forward to getting home to see her. Ever since the weekend that started with her on my lap and ended with me in her ass, she’s been different with me. More relaxed and affectionate. She doesn’t object when I put my arm around her or hold her anymore, and we often end up cuddled on the couch to watch TV.
Clearly, anal brings people closer together.
If we’re going to continue with a relationship, Amos needs to know. I don’t want to sneak around forever. After he leaves for work, I text her.
Me
I’m on my way to kidnap you for dinner.
