Page 99 of Chosen Road

Lips and teeth and tongues clashed and merged, close but never close enough. He ran his hands up and down my back, almost frantically, reminding me of the moment I let him go, something I’d never do again.

I tightened my arms around him, and he cried out. “Amber, tell me what you want. Tell me how far I can go.”

“Everything, Gus. You can have everything, always,” I promised, needing to give, wanting to soothe, dying to submit.

He spun around and pinned me against the wall with his hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He ground into me, hard, and my head fell back against the wall at the delicious heat and wet, both increasing rapidly with the friction between us.

Chanting my name, he ran his hands down my arms, grabbed hold of my wrists and pressed my hands against the wall beside my head, grinding his hips into mine and dropping his mouth to my throat. He rolled his pelvis into mine, his erection stroking me through my clothes.

Digging my heels into his back, I pulled him closer, frantic with need. I was going to come before he even got my pants off.

Releasing my hands, he grasped my ass in his palms. He jerked me forward, rubbing me against his length, and growled, “Let me in.”

I whimpered as I dropped my hands to the opening of my jeans and undid the zipper.

He pulled them off me and dropped to his knees, unceremoniously tossing my legs over his wide shoulders, throwing me off balance.

I slapped my palms down against the wall, as he pulled my ass up towards his face and took a deep breath. He looked up the length of my half-clothed body and met my eyes. What I saw in his caused a surge of wet to coat the insides of my thighs.

He closed his eyes, dipped his head, and suckled my swollen, needy bud into his hot mouth.

“Gus!” The shock of his mouth after so long was my undoing and I came in his mouth, my hips surging forward to ride his face as the shudders wracked my body and I struggled to stay upright.

He thrust his tongue inside me, giving me something to clamp onto, then gently flicked my clit, carrying me through to the bittersweet end.

Standing up, he allowed my knees to slide to the crooks of his elbows, then slowly lowered my legs to the floor. Shaking, he wrapped my hair around his wrist and yanked my mouth up to his, his face hard with need.

I stroked his tongue with mine languidly, my body momentarily sated, tasting my orgasm on his lips. I felt him pulling back, searching for his control, and I moaned my permission into his mouth while I cupped his swollen cock over his jeans. “Finish me.”

His grip on my hair tightened as he quickly walked me backwards towards the bed, his mouth pressed to mine. Hurriedly, he undid his jeans and pushed them to the tops of his thighs before yanking my sweater over my head, releasing my bra, and pulling my nipple into his mouth.

I arched back, and he released my breast with a pop, then quickly covered my mouth. I pushed his jeans down further, running my hands up and down the backs of his thick thighs and he managed to step out without breaking contact, then hauled me up the bed and immediately thrust inside.

I cried out, my neck arching back with the invasion, and dug my fingers into his shoulders. He stilled, giving me time to adjust to what I’d missed for so long.

He pressed his forehead to mine and his eyes closed as he pulsed inside me. Above me, his big body shook with the strain of holding back. “Okay, sweet baby?” he asked tightly.

I rocked my hips, urging my body to soften and relent to his, feeling it suddenly give way, opening to him. “Yes, agapimeno mou. More than okay.”

“Can I-”

“Yes, agapi mou. Let me feel you,” I murmured.

Bracing himself on his elbows, he pulled out to the tip and slowly surged back in. Finding my lips, he kissed me, gently caressing my lips with his. With one hand he trailed down the length of my body to the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up and around his hip as he began to rock inside me in earnest.

“Sweet baby, I love you so damn much,” he groaned into my mouth.

Pushing his hand between us, he found my clit and rubbed a circle around it with his broad thumb as the head of his cock bumped against the front wall of my core.

Breathless with pleasure, I couldn’t answer. My body thrummed with my impending release and my heart overflowed as I urged him towards his release with my hands, my lips, my words, “I love you, Gus, with all my heart.”

He released my clit, and grabbed the back of my knee, pulling it up to open me further as he thrust inside me, his rhythm stuttering, his craggy, handsome face creased into a grimace as he came on a muffled sob, his body quaking over mine, the pain of far too many sleepless, lonely nights erupting in that moment.

Gus

We held each other as our breathing returned to normal, my mind and heart at peace. She began to laugh, and I lifted up to look at her in surprise.

“What is it?” I asked gruffly.

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