30. Zeth
Zeth
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have Amby—he was my air, my heart, and my support—as we embraced in the dim light of the barn.
His hands were all over me, undressing me and burning my bare skin, while I couldn’t get enough of touching him either.
Removing the rest of his clothes, I adored his smooth body and demanding mouth.
I kissed him harder, forcing my tongue into his wet mouth and roaming around the sharp edges of his bite. For such an adorable man, Amby sure knew how to give as good as he took.
Looping my arms around his waist, I hefted Amby against my chest, and he wrapped his legs around my hips without needing a command. I growled my approval into his mouth and started walking. I knew exactly how I wanted him, bent over that beautiful dining table he built.
He was ready for me, all blissed out and waiting to spill at my command. He set his feet down and I helped him stand against the edge of the table. His cock looked so needy, so tempting, but I kissed his tender lips instead. I craved that connection, and by the way he melted into me, he did too.
When I pecked along his jaw, Amby leaned his arm back on the table and let out a sigh. He tilted his head to the side so I could access his neck as I planted wet pecks against him. His hand smoothed up my arm, squeezing me gently as he ran his fingers over my scar.
He tasted so delicious, I was content to just keep him here like this and devour him until we could no longer stand. But the way he pulled on me and continued making those delightful noises told me he demanded to be claimed further.
I pulled away, and Amby pressed his vial of oil into my palm.
With it came some unspoken strength. He stood courageous earlier, granting me control over what he needed, but now he didn’t want to be strong.
He wanted to let go. I understood how vulnerable he must feel.
It shivered through him, so I held him tighter, guiding him to turn around in my arms until I bent him onto the polished surface of the table.
He eased down, and I ran a strong caress up his spine and back until I roamed his unblemished ass cheek, savoring how fair it looked. The other appeared bright red and sore from my hand. I would be lying if I said that didn’t fill me with pride. He was mine. “So beautiful.”
I dropped to my knees and kissed him there, cherishing him for taking my strength and giving it back. When he sighed softly, I flicked out my tongue and licked the tender imprint, tasting heat.
Amby gasped and rose up on his elbows, arching his back gracefully to ask, “See something you like?”
“I see something I own,” I purred from the floor.
“Oh, this ass is undeniably yours.” Amby answered, and fever spiked through me to still hear that sassy mouth of his. How I adored that about him.
He challenged me to meet him at his level, and go further. He wanted me inside of him, and holy shit… I never wanted anyone the way I wanted this man before me.
“I hope you don’t plan on walking anywhere tomorrow,” I chuckled. Raising to my feet, I uncorked the vial and spread the oil over my fingers as I traced my gaze along Amby’s wide hips and strong back. I enjoyed looking down on him like this, while he watched me over his shoulder.
“Mm,” he hummed, and folded his arms on the table, relaxing. “You sound so sure of yourself back there.”
“I’m sure that you want me.”
“I do, every inch.” He laughed softly.
Groaning, I roamed my dry hand over his back, loving the give and play of his muscles moving under my touch. When I moved my other hand toward his ass, Amby spread his feet wider in invitation.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Rosie, and I mean every fucking syllable.”
Amby’s lashes fluttered closed against his flushed face, and he bit that bottom lip like he always did when he liked what I said. He reacted like a giddy mess when I praised him. I loved watching him melt with pleasure. He was a good person, and undeniably good for me.
Eager to please Amby, I reached between his cheeks to prepare him. My slick finger circled his entrance before prodding him. He tensed against me, his breath catching. I stopped there and teased him with small strokes, waiting for his response before exploring deeper.
“Keep going,” Amby groaned.
His mix of command and need had me following without thought.
I dove in deeper, using one finger to find my way and start a nice, slow rhythm.
Amby moaned softly and eased off his elbows to lie flat, shifting his hips to take more of my finger.
I was happy he relaxed into my attention.
I imagined myself there. That alone could have made me spill.
“That’s good. Zeth, please…”
“I’m making you ready for me, love,” I assured him, and myself.
“Mm, I’ve been ready for you for years. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
“Yes,” I agreed, trusting him as I removed my finger and lined myself up.
One slick stroke down my cock had me ready to enter, yet I rubbed his entrance with my tip and inhaled with awe.
I couldn’t begin to count all the times I imagined Amby wanting me, and here he was, bent over and begging.
This amazing moment needed to last. I wanted to make our joining pleasurable for him too.
Determined, I grabbed his hip and tilted myself forward to push through his first ring.
Slipping in proved easier than I imagined, and he felt so spectacular that I longed to slam myself home and fuck him into next week.
It took everything in me to pause before I did just that.
Even my hand shook on him with the strength of my selfish desires.
“Are you trying to take it easy on me?” Amby asked.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“The only thing you’re going to do is make me lose my mind,” he whined, and I squeezed him in agreement.
When he reached back to intertwine our fingers, I treasured our connection and thrust deeper to give him what he wanted, what I wanted.
We explored this new bond until Amby slowly took me whole with a delightful gasp.
“Yes… You feel so good,” he sighed, easing back to settle his round cheeks against my groin.
I roamed over the smooth curves and angles of his wider hips.
We fit so snug together. I watched where we joined as I slid myself out and back in with a measured stroke that had Amby groaning with each thrust.
“You like taking my ass, don’t you?” he asked with a raspy voice. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Amazing,” I offered out, hardly a poet as that one word filled my mind.
He felt amazing. I blinked a bit to see him clearer, and found him leaning up on an elbow, twisting back to gaze at me with such love that I was moved to search for words that did him justice, “You’re…
marvelous, phenomenal, sensational.” I buried myself in his spectacular ass as I said each word, “Breath-taking”—he was—“awe-inspiring”—so—“magnificent”—this felt so—“Fuck, Amby, I can’t… ”
I couldn’t think. My thrusting took over.
Amby might have replied, but it sounded like moans as I bent over him and picked up my pace.
Once I found a rhythm, I bent to kiss my way up his gorgeous back.
When I reached his neck, my body pressed flush against his fiery skin, and I grabbed a handful of his hair.
I pulled his head back slightly, tilting it enough so that I could press my mouth against his jaw.
He was mine, this beautiful man, so I claimed his neck with a bruising kiss as I claimed his plump ass.
Amby’s perfect lips opened and closed with each push inside him. His flushed face pressed against the polished mahogany, and in the lamp light, his auburn curls shone like copper.
“So gorgeous, all mine.” I pulled him off the table, and we both stood so I could hold him against me, inhaling his soft strands.
“All yours…” Amby let out the huskiest groan, such a sweet sound.
I was close, but I needed to pleasure him first. With my oiled fingers, I reached around and found Amby’s cock jutting over the table. He shuddered in my grip, so ready for attention. “Such a good boy, waiting for me.”
Amby’s voice broke, and he pushed himself back on me hard, his cock sliding through my hand and his wonderful ass taking me whole. White hot pleasure streaked up my spine, and I grunted, “Fuck…”
“Yes,” Amby laughed delightfully. “You love fucking your boy, don’t you?”
“Mm,” I hummed in agreement, enjoying his uncouth mouth as much as his ass. That tongue of his was going to break me.
Bracing my stance, I stood still to hold my dominance and secured my other arm around his chest, trapping him to me. I fisted Amby harder from head to base. He arched and tightened around my cock, pulling a groan from us both. Then he moved on me in time with my heavy strokes.
“So good…” I sighed in approval, but I slowed my hand on him, afraid I would come before him. God, I was hungry, and so was he. My composure was chipping away more and more with every pant.
When my hips moved again, Amby leaned his head back on my shoulder, yielding. My hand trailed up his body and lightly caressed his throat.
“Yes, like that. Don’t stop,” he rasped.
“Come on, baby,” I cooed against his hair, feeling his pulse thrum under my fingers.
Amby trembled and whimpered, his quick, ragged breaths breaking. So beautiful. He was both heaven and hell, his sweetness touching my soul and that fiery spirit scorching my heart.
“Rosie, my love, I’m going to fill you until you’re dripping with my seed,” I growled, pumping him harder.
“Zeth…” Amby’s voice cracked as it rose an octave, his body tensing beneath me, and I understood his plea.
I pulled his head close to my face to rasp against his ear, “Let go for me.”
Amby reared back into my hips, grabbing my arm with his hand as he cried out in pleasure, his sweet voice going hoarse as it echoed around us. His body quivered as he released into my hand.