Chapter Twenty Four #3
“Damn right I am,” he smirks, but his eyes turn dark.
“I’ve been going crazy thinking about you.
I thought I lost you. Ruined the best thing I’ve ever had.
And now I’m going to show you how sorry I am.
I’m going to worship you until you can’t catch your breath.
Until you know you’re the only thing that matters to me. ”
“Aston …” I groan against his lips as he lifts me off the counter and carries me into my bedroom.
He lays me on the bed, covering his body with mine, our lips never leaving each other as we fall. But then he pulls away abruptly.
"Come sit on my face, Honeybee," he commands, rolling onto his back.
I don't hesitate to straddle his face and grab on to the headboard.
He holds on to the back of my thighs and squeezes hard enough to leave bruises.
"Goddamn, Eva. Your pussy is soaked for me.
I know you want my cock, but I need to taste this pretty pussy first." He swipes his tongue through my wetness.
"Now ride. And don't you fucking dare stop," he says against my skin, sliding two fingers inside me, stretching me while his tongue wrecks me in a filthy and frantic rhythm.
"Paint my face with your cum, Eva. Let me feel you lose control and soak me. Drown me in your honey.”
His tongue moves against me in long strokes from my opening to my clit.
“Fuck Eva, you taste so good,” he says, his voice muffled as he swirls his tongue over my clit. “So fucking sweet.”
He drives me higher, using his mouth with brutal precision, and his fingers hit that spot inside that makes my head spin.
“Aston, it’s too much. I’m going to—”
“No! Don’t you dare stop,” he mutters, his fingers and tongue continuing their delicious torture on my pussy.
The extra pressure breaks me, and I shatter. My back arches, my breath leaving me in a series of broken gasps as I come all over his mouth.
Before the waves of the orgasm can stop, he’s flipping me onto my back then strips away his jeans in one fluid motion, his cock thick and hard. He grabs my ankles and pushes my knees toward my shoulders, opening me completely.
“You love my cock, don’t you?” He rubs the head of his cock through my wetness.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Tell me how bad you want it.” He opens my pussy with his thumbs, as his cock continues to edge my opening.
“I want you so bad. I need you, Aston,” I say, practically delirious with desire.
“Watch me slide inside your pussy,” he says, his voice deep, as he guides his crown to my opening.
“Aston, please. Fuck me,” I beg, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. “And I want to feel you bare. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
He freezes above me and looks into my eyes. “Me too, but are you sure?”
“I’m so sure.”
He drops his head and kisses me, then pulls back, releases my legs, then braces his arms on either side of my head.
“Aston,” I breathe.
He drives himself into me in one unyielding thrust.
The force of it pulls a ragged moan from my throat. He’s so big, filling me so completely that for a second I can’t even breathe.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his hips slamming against mine. “You’re perfect. Take it all, Honeybee. Take every inch.”
This isn’t making love. This is raw fucking. A collision of two people who’d spent the last few days in misery. Every thrust is deep, matching my erratic pace.
“You’re mine,” he pants against my ear, his teeth biting down until the pain turns into a sharp surge of pleasure. “Say it, Eva. Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“Yours,” I choke out, my vision blurring with a wave of pleasure as the friction builds. “I’m yours, Aston. Always.” I pant. “Oh, God. Right there. Harder!”
“I’ve got you,” he growls, his thrusts getting faster, dirtier.
He lets out a low roar, drilling me into the mattress. The filthy, wet sound of our bodies taking over the quiet room. I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him into me until there’s not a single bit of space between us.
I can feel the tension building in his back, his muscles tightening under my palms, as he buries his face into my neck.
“Eva—fuck! I’m coming,” he groans. “I’m gonna brand this pussy with my cum.”
He drives into me one last time to the hilt, and freezes, his body twitching as he comes inside me, drawing out another orgasm from me into a blinding climax that leaves us both shattered.
The only sound in the room is the slow, synchronized rhythm of our breathing, our chests rising and falling against each other.
Aston pulls out of me and rolls onto his side. He rests his head on my shoulder, throwing an arm over my waist.
“Eva,” he says softly, his voice a sleepy rumble against my skin.
“Yeah?”
He shifts slightly, lifting his head enough to look down at me, his eyes soft.
“I love you,” he says, the words simple yet solid.
“I know,” I whisper, pulling his mouth down to mine for another lingering kiss. “I love you too, Aston. Now, I need to clean up and go to sleep. You’ve completely worn me out.”
I get out of the bed and make my way to the bathroom, looking over my shoulder to see him watching me, a soft smile on his face.
Sometimes the best love stories don't win because the game is easy.
They win because neither person ever stops showing up.
Championships are won in four quarters. Forever is won one choice at a time.