27. Amber
27
AMBER
E van fell backward on the bed with his eyes locked on my face. His hands slipped from my sides as I pushed him then crawled over him on the bed to straddle his hips. The minute he told me he loved me a whole new world broke open for me. It wasn’t what I expected. None of this was. It was better than I ever could have imagined it would turn out, and Jacob had been right all along.
“God you make me feel so incredible,” I whispered as my mouth closed in on his again. My pussy still throbbed from climax, but I wanted more. My core slid along his length, grinding on him as I rocked my hips.
Evan groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “Amber, you’re going to kill me.”
I smiled against his lips and kissed my way down his jawline until I reached his ear. “Good. Die with me then.”
His chest rose in a shaky breath as I licked along his earlobe and then bit it lightly. He groaned again, longer this time, and I felt it through him, straight to my core. My pussy clenched around nothing, wanting him inside of me. I moved to tease him further, trailing my tongue down his neck and across his collarbone as my hands pressed against his muscular chest for support. The moisture between our bodies teased us both, but it made my core ache for him.
“Oh God, Amber,” he groaned, his hips arching upwards, pressing against me. His fingers were so firm on my hips it almost hurt.
“Mmm?” I hummed, teasing him even more by running my fingernails down his abs and then along his length. “Yeah?” I asked innocently, as if I didn’t know exactly what he wanted. I wanted it too.
Evan groaned louder, and I could feel his cock twitching against my core. “I-I,” he stuttered, and I couldn’t help but smile. It was so erotic to know that I was the one causing this much pleasure in him, to hear him moaning and panting for me like he needed me. It was intoxicating.
“What is it?” I asked, teasing him further by circling his tip with a finger. “You want me to stop?” As I swirled my finger it brushed over my sensitive clit making me jolt too. I still felt raw from the way he sucked me. It made me want to come again.
“God no,” he hissed, “give me more.” Evan’s hands rode up my back to my shoulders pulling me back down for a kiss. His lips were fierce and hungry, devouring me until I was breathless.
I rocked my hips and positioned my pelvis as he continued to grind. The head of his cock brushed against my entrance, and desire coursed through my body. I wanted him so bad. I needed him. I met his hips with mine, easing him inside of me. His length filled me, stretching me deliciously as our bodies connected.
“Tell me you love me again,” I whispered against his lips, my eyes locked with his.
Evan’s gaze burned into mine as he moved inside of me, his breathing ragged. “I love you, Amber. So much.” His hands caressed my back and side, causing waves of heat to wash over me. “I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”
“Me neither,” I breathed, my voice catching as the pleasure intensified. Our bodies moved together in a primal dance, our lips never parting as we explored every inch of each other’s mouths. This was more than sex; it was a union of souls, a connection that transcended time and space.
With every thrust, our bodies molded together as if they were made for each other. Sweat coated our skin as we moved faster. My groin started to tense and ache. I rolled my hips until his dick hit my sweet spot.
“Oh God, there…Like that…” Evan continued to thrust into me but now with more control. “Yes, please…Don’t stop.”
I was on the edge, ready to tip over again, when he wrapped both arms around me and held me down tightly to his body. The added pressure helped him go a smidge deeper and I exploded again, detonating around him in a burst of spasms and jolts. I bit down on his shoulder and felt him kiss my cheek.
“That’s it, come for me,” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t know how he maintained so much control to go so long, but I wasn’t complaining. The orgasm was ten times better than before. It took me a while to come down from the high, but I managed to open my eyes and look at him. His pupils were blown and his jaw was tight.
“Wow,” I mewled. I was spent, ready to let the waves of pleasure lull me into relaxation. I draped myself over his chest, but he had other thoughts.
Evan rolled, taking me with him. He grunted as he shifted his weight so he wasn’t crushing me. His lips plucked at mine before he bit my lower lip and pulled on it. “I want you naked.” The warmth of his baritone vibrated my chest before he grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it.
“Mmm, mm-hmm,” I hummed, nodding into the kiss.
His hips started moving again, pushing his dick into me. I spread my legs wider for him and found a rhythm that matched his. He plunged deeper, harder, his grip on my breasts tighter. The sensations were enough to make me moan and arch into him. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my hands on his ass, urging him deeper as I tilted my hips upward. Then I lifted my hips and locked my feet behind him. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“God, you’re amazing…” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. My body felt boneless as he took me, but I still managed to meet his thrusts with equal fervor. We moved together, our bodies entwined in a dance of lust and desire.
I could feel the headboard hitting the wall with every powerful thrust.
“Again,” I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Please.”
Evan’s lips curled into a smirk against my neck as he started to move faster. His hips snapped against mine, and our moans filled the room. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh was almost as erotic as the feeling of him inside me.
“Amber,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I want you to,” I whimpered, arching my back to take him deeper. His thrusts, however, slowed. I whimpered when he pulled out, leaving my body with a distinct ache to have him inside me. “What?”
“Shh,” he shushed, smirking at me. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, pushing my feet apart and forward as he crawled closer. “Like this…” He let go of one and grabbed my hand. “Hold your foot here,” he coached, so I did as he asked. Then he gripped his girth and slid back into me.
The way his hands now held both of my ankles, practically folding my body in half, made almost no space for his dick to fit. I could barely breathe, but he started thrusting. It was exquisite, the tightness, the angle.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. His eyes stared down at my pussy as I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. The new position felt better than the last three. My body absorbed every ounce of pleasure from it as I built toward orgasm again.
“Oh God, this is…Wow…I…” I couldn’t speak. The way he made me feel was incredible.
“Let go for me,” he panted, his eyes locked on my touching hand. His thrusts intensified, and my climax loomed closer. “God, Amber, I want to see you come all over my cock.”
The way he spoke, the way he moved; it was all too much to handle. My mind spun as my body trembled on the edge of ecstasy. Evan’s relentless pounding pushed me over that edge, and I cried out his name as I shattered around him. My pussy clenched him tightly, milking his orgasm from him as he groaned my name in response.
His dick pulsed and twitched. He arched his head back and grunted, “Oh yeah,” as I felt the warmth from his explosion flood me. I jolted and gasped for breath. In this position I couldn’t get a deep breath, but it made the sensations all the more powerful. My head spun; I saw stars, and his thrusts began to slow.
Slowly, he lowered my legs and let me wrap them back around him. He descended on me for another kiss as his hips continued to rock in and out of me. Cradling my cheek, he panted and used his teeth to capture one lip then the other. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and sighed as he let it go.
Our confessions of love were sealed with the moment and intimacy, but while I wanted to get lost in that moment, neither of us could pretend to ignore the elephant in the room. I pressed my eyes closed as he rested his forehead on mine and we caught our breaths. He smelled like me, like my moisture. It made me smile against his lips as he kissed me softly again. His hand rose up and kneaded my breast again, but then he pulled out and rolled to the side.
It was instinct. I rolled into his chest and let him hold me. The security of being held after a moment so intensely intimate felt incredible. I breathed in his musk and sweat scent while endorphins coursed through my body. Still, the lingering guilt and shame I felt, that had plagued me for weeks, kept surfacing, nagging at my mind.
“Evan, I’m really so very sorry. I know that you deserved better. I thought I was doing what you wanted. I thought I was keeping the mess away from you so you could have the life you wanted.” Deep sadness weighed me down, but at least I wasn’t crying anymore.
“Hey, those kids aren’t a mess.” He pinched my chin and forced me to look up at him.
“Oh, no…I know that. I just mean, the pressure of giving up your career, staying here.” I had to look away. I knew I was right. He did love my children, but he’d have given up Europe and probably his job as head of R&D to stay with me. “I mean, you had a good life going. You were progressing at work, and then you were dating that skinny blonde woman?—”
“I’m not dating anyone but you, Amber, and I love every inch of your curves. It’s what I prefer.” His hand rode down over my hips and thighs then slid back up to my face. “And I’ll have an amazing life with you too.” He sighed as he brought his hand back up to my chin where he forced me to tip my jaw up. He kissed me softly as he looked me in the eye. “I want a life with you.”
“But the job…You had to go to Europe and?—”
“And Jacob would have seen me grow up and mature as I took on the job of fathering the twins, but that’s the past. What’s done is done. I’ll have some feelings to sort out, but none of that matters now. I was an idiot.”
I stared up at him confused by his statement. “What do you mean, you were an idiot?” I was the one who kept things from him. Why would he take any of the blame?
“Because I left, when I loved you so fully I wanted you to be my world, but I chased a dumb job instead of you. And worse, you feared what I might think—enough to hide the truth from me. I hated that I let you feel afraid of me for even a second. Will you ever forgive me?”
His sincerity hit me in the chest, making tears spring up. “Oh, love, yes. You don’t need my forgiveness because you didn’t do anything wrong, but it’s yours.” This time I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips still.
“So when can we tell the kids about me?” he asked and I froze. It was something I hadn’t even taken the first second to think of.
When would we tell them? And how would we tell them? And most importantly of all, how would they react?