Chandler
CHANDLER
I 'm not holding back when I kiss her this time. It’s like a deep need to be inside of her again. She stands from her chair, her lips still on mine, and I walk her back toward the kitchen and press her against the counter. When we pull away, I unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs, along with her underwear. My lips find hers again, and I grab her bare ass, gripping tightly, and press her into me. I lift her onto the countertop. I move my lips to her neck, finding her pulse, which I can feel racing when I bite her there.
She gasps, "Please.”
God, I love hearing that. I almost lose it with that one word. She opens her legs for me, and I can hear her bated breath while I work my belt and jeans, just enough to take out my cock and rub the head against her slit. I feel eager, almost aggressive. God, I love the way she seems so desperate for me. It makes me so fucking hard that she wants me to fuck her so bad.
“, please," she pleads again.
“I fucking love it when you beg me.” I drop to my knees in front of her. I’ve never gotten on my knees for any woman, but the desire to be with her is so fucking strong that it’s almost involuntary. I grip her hips and pull her closer to me, and run my tongue slowly over her slit. The noise that escapes her mouth is almost enough to set me on the edge.
She tastes fucking amazing.
I slide my tongue over her core, letting her juices coat my tongue, and it’s so fucking sweet. A breathy moan escapes her mouth when I do it again, and then I place my mouth over her core and spear my tongue into her wet opening.
“Fuck, ," she moans through gritted teeth.
I look up at her, moving my tongue into and out of her opening. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her teeth clenched together. Her hands go to my hair, tugging it slightly. I fucking love the sound of her whimpers and grunts as I work her core with my tongue.
When she bites her bottom lip, it makes something ignite in me, and I pull away to nip at her clit with my teeth. She gasps, grinding into my face. I hold her hips still and glide my tongue between her wet folds again, making her tremble. Her shaky breaths fill the room, and her juices coat my tongue when she comes. I cover her slit with my mouth and give another long, slow lick. I’ll never get enough of her.
I stand, gripping my cock. Sam watches for a minute, her dark green eyes full of arousal. I thrust into her in one motion. Her pussy is so smooth and fucking soaked, welcoming me again. It’s like fucking heaven.
“Fuck Sam," I grunt through my teeth. “You feel so fucking good."
She moans when I pull out and thrust back in slowly, feeling her pussy grip my cock. I watch her face etch with pleasure. Her eyes are closed again, and her head is tilted back, exposing her neck. I bite and lick on her pulse and listen to the sound of her quick breaths as I continue to slide in and out of her.
I pull my mouth away from her neck to see a pink mark on her pulse and give it a soft kiss. I move frantically, trying to release all of the tension that's been building between us for months. I go faster, and she tries to move her hips with me, but I hold her still and move faster, feeling her tits bounce against my chest when she grabs my shoulders and digs her nails into the skin. I reach between us and rub her clit with my thumb.
“I’m close," she bites out. This is what I want, what I’ve always wanted with her, whether or not I wanted to admit it. And when I feel her tighten around me, her inner walls pulsing on my cock, she breathes heavily in my ear. “I want you to come inside.”
I take her hair in my hand, pull her head back to expose her neck, and kiss and lick up to her ear. “My fucking pleasure.”
I slam into her, feeling my own release approaching, and when she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper, I fucking lose it.
I stay buried inside her for a moment, feeling the stickiness between her legs. She doesn’t move her legs, which are still locked around my waist, but she pulls away just enough for me to look at her beautiful face.
Something inside of me stirs, something I’ve never felt for any other woman, and my heart is like a fucking sledgehammer in my chest. I kiss her lips, a lengthy, sweet kiss that makes me burn with pure affection for her. She whimpers against my lips when I finally pull out of her, and her legs release their grip from my waist. Our breathing is labored, our hearts racing, and our bodies are sheen with sweat.
Sam smiles at me. “I think we need another shower.”
I laugh and kiss her cheek. “I think you’re right. ”
Before I can ask if we can shower together, mentally preparing a speech about it being good for the environment, my phone rings. My sister's smiling face stares back at me before I answer.
“Hello?”
“Channie?” Her voice is hoarse, and I hear her shaky breath on the other end of the phone. My heart races as my anxiety spikes. Whoever made her cry is going to fucking regret it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice tight.
I look at Sam, whose expression is full of concern. I feel sick. My stomach is in knots. Whatever happened, it was enough to make my sister cry.
“It’s Gramps," she croaks. Fuck. My heart plummets when her voice breaks into sobs.“He’s in the hospital. Can you get here?”
I grab the keys to the truck and slip on my shoes. I look at Sam, my body shaky with nerves. “I’m on my way.”