Chapter 64
CHAPTER
SIXTY-FOUR
CHASSIS
I love the way his tongue feels inside my mouth, the way his hands feel wrapped around my hips. He picks me up slightly, carrying me over to the futon before lowering me to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he shifts down to his knees, his head tipped back slightly as he looks up into my eyes.
“Hey,” he murmurs.
“Hey, Amos.”
My lips curve up into a smile, and I slide my fingers along his jaw, feeling the scruffy short beard there before I tuck a small piece of hair behind his ear. It doesn’t stay there. It pops back out, but I don’t care.
“I missed you,” he whispers, and my heart melts.
Completely and totally melts. Instead of staying on the edge of the futon, I can’t be this far from him for a minute longer. I shift off the bed, my knees touching the floor before I slide my arms around his shoulders and move closer to him, my body pressing against his.
His arms wrap around my back, his fingers digging into me through my tank top while he continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue.
I match the movement with my own. We tangle them together, and I swear to shit, my entire body is so full of anxious anticipation that I think I might actually be able to fly.
Amos nibbles on my bottom lip, breaking the kiss before I feel his forehead rest against mine. He breathes heavily, an attempt to catch his breath, and I do the same. I can’t believe a kiss like that sends me into such a frenzy, but it does.
Pressing my thighs together, I can’t hold back my desire. If he touched me between the legs right now, he would feel just how much I want him. As if he can read my mind, Amos slips his hand beneath the waist of my shorts. Without instruction, I widen my legs, giving him room.
His fingers shift my panties to the side, and then two fill me. My lips part, and my breath hitches at the sensation. Amos doesn’t break eye contact with me. He is focused, his gaze on mine, his eyes searching my own before he says anything.
When I feel his fingers make a come-hither motion, I lose eye contact, but only because my eyes roll to the back of my head at the same time my hips thrust forward. Everything around me melts away—both the worries and the fears.
They disappear.
My hips begin to move as I search for more from him. My body begins to climb higher without trying much. This man keeps me on edge just by existing. I feel his lips touch the center of my throat as I roll my hips. I feel his lips curve up into a smile against my throat.
“Look at me, sweetheart. I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
Straightening my head, I do as he asks. I open my eyes and look directly into his. His fingers move inside me. My hips jerk and buck. My entire body silently begs to come, or maybe it is no longer silent. Maybe it is loud. I’m not sure.
I look at him, directly into his eyes. I try to see inside his soul, but I’m not sure he’ll let me in. I’m close, so damn close. My hips buck as I move, climbing higher and higher toward my release.
Then he swirls his thumb against my clit, and my breath hitches again. My lips part as my hands fly to his shoulders. I dig my nails into the leather of his cut, my eyes never leaving his.
“I’m close,” I exhale.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything. His fingers move faster, his thumb swirls harder, and then he leans forward, touching his mouth to mine. I can feel his warm breath against me. I swallow it, needing more of him inside my body… every ounce of him.
“I want to feel your cunt squeeze my fingers, sweetheart. Come on my hand. Soak me.”
Those words are my undoing. I come. It slams into me, and I pull my head back, pull my lips from his, my eyes finding his own as I watch him. My orgasm is long and sweet, but he doesn’t let me bask in it for long.
When his hand leaves me, I whimper, feeling the loss of him like a living, breathing thing.
I want him inside me, though, and I know this is the only way for that to happen.
He reaches down, curling his fingers around the backs of my thighs before he stands us up and then gently guides me down on the futon.
Once I’m on the bed, he takes a step backward and strips out of his clothes. I shimmy off all of mine as well, tossing them on the floor. I spread my legs like the wanton woman I am. I need him inside me. I need to feel him. I’ve missed it. I’ve been without him for far too long.
Amos climbs onto the futon between my legs. He’s on his knees, his muscles and tattoos on display for my eyes and viewing pleasure. Dragging my gaze down his torso, I stop at the sight of his rock-hard cock.
He curls his fingers around his length and begins to slowly stroke himself. Once, twice, three times. My body trembles as he begins to move his hand along his length. I can’t do anything but watch him. I’m not even sure I’m breathing.
When he releases himself, he reaches for the backs of my thighs and widens my legs, moving his body closer to mine and aligning himself with my center. Slowly, he sinks inside my body, keeping a firm grip on my thighs as he widens them, but is careful not to press his body against my belly.
He doesn’t move immediately. He stays buried deep and still inside me, his eyes on mine, locked in on me and nowhere else. I curl my fingers around his biceps as I hold on to him.
His muscles flex beneath my fingertips, and I can’t hold back the shiver of desire that flows throughout my entire body. I need him to move. I need to feel him. And then he does. He moves. He pulls out almost completely and then slides back inside.
Amos fucks me, but it’s different than the other times.
He’s methodical. His eyes don’t leave mine, he consumes me, and the way he moves inside me is almost otherworldly.
I feel as if I’m hovering above us, watching everything.
Seeing him move inside me and bringing me higher and higher, so damn close to the edge, ready to leap over a second time.
I can’t believe this is real, that this is my life.
Then his thumb touches my clit, and I gasp.
Then he does it again, and I’m brought to the edge, so damn close that I’m ready to topple over.
“Tell me, Chassis.”
I can’t think. I move my head from side to side, trying to stay coherent, which is difficult at this point because my body is about to explode. I am so damn close.
“What?” I ask breathlessly when he doesn’t continue.
“Tell me you love me, sweetheart.”
“Amos?”
My eyes focus on his. Somehow, my body comes down from its high, although he doesn’t stop moving inside me and his fingers do not stop rubbing delicious circles against my clit. I cannot believe this is happening right now. I can’t even think.
I am so frazzled.
But then the words come out, because they’ve been on the tip of my tongue for days. Days. And days. Maybe even months. Maybe even the moment I first laid eyes on him.
“I love you, Amos. I love every part of you.”
And I do.