Chapter 29 #3
Chesney’s body blankets mine. My hand comes to his cheek, his eyelashes fluttering as I rub my finger along his skin. I allow myself a moment to look at him. To really admire him. To bask in the warmth from his body and the desire pouring from his gaze.
Tingles spread across my flesh, a strong vibration flowing through my veins, as Chesney shifts himself down the bed.
His large, calloused hands come to my thighs, and a moan slips past my lips when he squeezes just enough to bring a bite of pain.
My cock twitches, and my breath gets caught in my throat as he lowers his head and drags his hot, wet tongue along the underside.
He goes slow at first, teasing me with barely-there touches and his mouth around only the tip.
By the time Chesney dips down, I’m panting and going out of my mind.
He takes me deep, his hand working in tandem.
His head bobs up and down slowly, his cheeks hollow as he sucks me hard.
Pulling his mouth off, he peers up at me from beneath his lashes while tracing one of my veins with his tongue. I groan as he takes all of me again.
“Fuck, Chesney,” I gasp, my eyes fighting to stay open.
I’m damn near on the verge of exploding by the time he sits up and reaches into his bedside table.
Chesney pulls out a bottle of lube, but I take it from him and pour some into my hand.
Reaching down, I stroke his cock, spreading the cool gel all around.
My body is on fire, and my legs tremble in anticipation.
Once he’s nice and slick, I work on me next.
Pupils blown, Chesney watches as I dip a finger into my ass, slowly working it in and out before adding a second.
I could almost come from the weight of his stare. He looks mesmerized.
Once I’m done, Chesney lines up his cock and slowly eases inside.
Inch by inch, he sinks into me until he’s fully seated.
The stretch from his girth burns, but it’s a welcome burn.
His hand comes to the pillow beside my head as he pulls out to the tip.
When he slides back in, it’s rougher this time.
Lowering his head, he presses his lips to mine while his hips undulate against my body.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, gently caressing mine as I wrap my legs around his waist. He swallows my moans, each one more gravelly than the last.
Sweat covers me. My body is on fire, and I can’t get enough of him. Of the way he makes me feel, but also the way he looks at me. The way he sees me... I can hardly breathe.
Chesney reaches between us, his hand curling around my leaky, aching cock.
I gasp, my back arching off the bed as he strokes me to the same tempo as he’s fucking me.
My hand slides around the back of his neck, and I grab a fistful of hair as I look down at where we’re connected, watching him slide in and out of my ass.
The intensity in his eyes as I lift my gaze is staggering.
It makes my heart skip a beat and my stomach flip.
“This,” Chesney breathes out, “is what I need. You are what I need. Do you hear me?”
My heart thrashes as I nod, his words landing somewhere deep in my chest.
“It’s you.” His mouth crashes into mine, and he kisses me like he never wants to stop. “It’s always been you.”
My body tingles, a spark of heat shooting down my spine. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear him say that. Tears prick the backs of my eyes as I kiss him back just as deeply. “I’m here,” I murmur into his mouth. “I’m here.”
When Chesney pulls back enough to meet my gaze, his eyes are wet. My chest tightens. This moment feels like so much more than sex. It feels deeper and more significant than any other time. I can see the need in his eyes, but I can also see how much he means what he said.
Chesney’s the first to go. As soon as his release hits, he ravages my mouth again, pouring everything into it.
Feeling his body let go, hearing his groans, sets me off.
He keeps stroking me until I can’t hold on any longer.
Heat erupts in my body, spreading through every inch.
My jaw falls open, and my eyes roll back, as it hits me hard and all at once. It’s euphoric. It’s everything.
Chesney’s lips press tender kisses along my jaw and across my neck before finding my mouth.
When he pulls back, he looks at me with sated eyes, and for a single, brief moment, I don’t see the grief or the stress or the exhaustion.
Eventually, he rolls onto the bed beside me.
As soon as his arm wraps around me and my head lands on his chest, my eyes get heavy.
“Thank you.” The words are a soft whisper against my ear. “For being here. For staying.”
My heart stutters. “You’re welcome.”
It doesn’t take long for Chesney’s breathing to even out, and I’m not far behind. I know everything is about to get a whole lot harder for him come tomorrow, but tonight, he holds me like he never wants to let go, and I’ve never felt anything like it.