Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
CHASSIS
Lips glide along my shoulder, up the side of my throat, and then right behind my ear as I feel him slide inside me.
One swift thrust, my lips part, and a moan escapes.
He glides his mouth up the side of my cheek, his fingers curling around the underside of my jaw as he turns my head to the side.
I feel his lips touch mine and I let out an exhale—he swallows the sound.
He’s buried inside me, my body stretching to the point where I’m not sure if I’m going to split in two or not. The sensation is even more intense in this position—on my knees. My fingers grip the sheets, my thighs tremble, and my breathing comes out in heavy pants as I try not to move.
I want to move.
I want to push back against him.
“Just feel me, sweetheart. Feel your man inside you.”
A fresh wave of trembling slides over my body.
Goose bumps follow close behind. My lips slowly curve up into a smile.
God. It has never felt like this before, and I love it.
I’ve always liked sex, but this? I love this.
Him inside me. Feeling his weight press against any part of me.
His hands anywhere on my body, his lips and tongue, too.
“Please, Amos. Please.”
He hums, shifting his mouth to the shell of my ear. The soft sound slides over my body. Goose bumps break out over my skin again. Rocking forward, I push back slightly, silently begging for more.
I need more of him.
I need all of him.
Thankfully, he answers my need. I feel his body shift back, his length almost leaving me before he sinks back inside. His movements are controlled, even-paced, calm… fluid. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimper, shifting my hips backward to meet his strokes.
His fingers slide down my jaw, curling around the front of my throat. He holds me there loosely, not really holding me at all, more like cradling me as he continues to move. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, trying not to scream out.
The music from the bar plays in the distance, but I can also hear people talking and drinking. Pool balls clash against one another. My father and brothers are out there, and I’m in here… my man deep inside me.
It shouldn’t excite me. I would probably think it was disgusting if anyone else said something like that to me, but all I mean is that we could get caught.
And that is exciting. I’ve never been someone who is into having sex in situations where someone could see, and although the door is locked, it’s just the fact that they’re all so close.
Dangerous and exciting.
He grips my hip with his other hand, keeping one around my throat.
His fingers glide across my hips before slipping between my legs, and I gasp the second they touch my clit.
I push back against him more forcefully as he continues to move inside me, each stroke harder and faster than the one before.
“You feel so good, Skel. Your pussy is goddamn heaven.”
“I’m so close,” I confess.
He chuckles, his fingers continuing to move. I wasn’t lying. I am so close. Too damn close. He slams against my ass, each thrust harder, taking the breath out of me. It’s absolute perfection.
The orgasm rushes through me. My pussy clenches, pulsing around his length, trying to keep him inside me. But he doesn’t seem affected, even though I know he is. I hear his groan bounce off the walls around us, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow. He continues even through my release.
He fucks me harder and faster, my eyes practically rolling back in my head. I can feel my ass bounce with each slam of his hips against it. This should probably make me feel insecure, but it doesn’t.
For whatever strange reason, I feel powerful.
Whimpering, I force my body to relax as he continues, hard and fast. Harder and faster. The power of his body moving inside my own is out of this world. Once the sensitivity between my legs begins to subside, I clench my jaw and push back against him, fucking him back just like he’s fucking me.
“Shit,” he hisses. “You’re gonna make me come, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes.”
I want that. I want him to come inside me. I want to feel him empty inside my body. I want his warmth to fill me like only his can.
And then it happens.
He’s only pressing his fingers against my clit, not moving them, and it’s just what I need. I feel like I could come again, but I’m so mentally and physically exhausted from the day, my eyelids are already growing heavy.
Amos buries himself deep inside me, and I feel it. His release—it fills me. And it’s better than I imagined it could be. He shifts his body, his chest pressing against my back, his lips at the side of my throat as he nuzzles my neck.
“Fuck, sweetheart.”
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“Nothing. Just… fuck.”
He pulls out of me, and I look over, watching as he flops onto his back beside me in bed. Before I can move, he rolls onto his side, reaches for me, and tugs me against his body. I don’t even realize what’s happening until I’m settled.
I let out a heavy sigh, settling even more. “I don’t know if I should be falling for you, Amos,” I whisper, my words spilling out because I’ve just come and I don’t have any filter on my mouth or thoughts.
“I’m your husband,” he murmurs.
I place my hand on the center of his chest, pushing up so I can look into his eyes. “You’re my husband, but are you really?” I ask. “It’s been fake.”
“That didn’t feel fake,” he murmurs.
“Are you saying this is real now?”
His hand gently glides up the center of my back, his fingers twisting in my hair before he tugs my head back slightly. He exposes my neck, and I feel him shift beneath me before his lips touch the center of my throat.
“It’s real, Skel.”
And my heart skips a beat at his words.