Instinctively, as if no time has passed, my hands get a mind of their own. They wrap around his arms, pulling him in even tighter to me. We both exhale a sharp breath at the same time, and I melt into him. We stay like this for a beat, and I love it. My mind isn't overthinking—it's letting me enjoy—for the first time in a long time. I just want to soak him in for as long as I possibly can.
After a while of standing tangled up in one another like this, Anders's grasp around my waist loosens, and his hands are back on my hips. His fingers draw circles over my clothes, but I feel it all the same. My breath hitches, unsure what will come next.
I can feel his breath on my neck, and his lips nearly graze my skin. He speaks directly into my ear.
"Look at me, Rosie." He speaks softly, yet his voice is strong and confident. Demanding and kind, all wrapped into one, his voice does even more to my body than his touch has done so far, which is unfathomable. As his name for me leaves his lips, his hands direct my hips to turn and face toward him.
I gulp.
I'm vulnerable right now and feel pretty damn weak to the temptation that is his presence. The difference is that I no longer have the strength to fight against it.
I want him. All of him. I always have. I'm sick of doing what Ithinkis right. Every part of me has missed every singleinchof him, and I no longer have the strength to fight it. I'm not quite sure that even if I did, I would want to.
As our eyes meet, that same grin he's always had with me dances across his lips. The grin displays the same amount of seductiveness as it does confidence. That's something that has always drawn me to Ander. His confidence isn't just cocky but assuring. He's not a guy that thinks the world of himself, but he knows his worth, and he radiates big dick energy in the bestways. I can tell by the way his eyes are piercing through me that he's trying to get a read on me and wondering what I'm thinking.
His arms return around my waist, and he pulls me in close. Our eyes are still locked, and I can feel our hearts beating to the same swift beat.
He breaks eye contact as he leans in, using one of his hands to brush a strand of hair out of my face. Then, he speaks softly, directly into my ear again. The feeling of his breath hitting my skin erupts goose bumps across my body, sending tingles down between my legs.
"Is this okay, Via? Say the word, and I—" He looks into my eyes almost shyly, but for only a split second.
Before he can finish that sentence and I have the opportunity to overthink it, I pull out of his grip. My hands grab his shoulders, then wrap my arms around his neck. I hike a leg up, attempting to wrap myself around him. He quickly realized what I was trying to do and didn't miss a beat.
Before I know it, his hand is on my thighs, pulling both legs up, and I wrap them around his waist. I'm wrapped around his tall, sturdy frame. His hands are on my thighs, right below my ass cheeks, supporting me and holding me up onto him. My arms are draped around his neck for support, and one hand knocks his baseball cap off, and my fingers comb through his hair. Our faces are mere inches apart now. Both are still searching each other's eyes for a sign that it's okay to do what we want to do next.
I lean back slightly, certain not to break his gaze.
"Is this okay, Ander,"— Before I can fully get his name out of my mouth, his lips are crashing into mine. As he does, I can feel his leg below us swing backward, and then I hear the door slam shut behind me.
I forgot about the damn door still being wide open.
There is no gentleness about the ways our mouths collide next. There's only want and need, and both are prevalent. I'm not going to lie; the little voice in my head tries to remind me that there are reasons that I pushed him away, reasons that we shouldn't be here together, especially not like this. I shut that bitch up instantly as I deepen the kiss, opening my mouth and letting my tongue explore his. It's mere seconds until he takes over the lead, his tongue caressing mine with such passion and longing. His right hand eases off of my thigh and travels up and down my back below my shirt, his rough, calloused fingers tracing circles on my skin- My skin that reacts to his every touch. His hand travels back down my body, where it feels like it belongs. It returns to my thigh, and his fingers wiggle, teasing their way under my shorts but above my panties. Once his hand is entirely placed on my ass cheek, he squeezes.Hard.Damn, does it feel good. I let out a soft moan, one that he swallows as he takes my mouth with his tongue dancing slow, deep circles around mine. His lips massaging mine each time they meet.
I can tell he likes the sound that he pulled out of me, and he wants to do it again because next, his hand tightens its grip as if to support my grasp around him and to get his own pleasure at the same time. His other hand lets go of my thigh, and he plants a stern smack on my ass, causing a deeper moan mixed with a soft squeal to creep out of me. He swallows that, too. With both his hands on my ass now, one beneath my shorts and one on top of them, he manages to pull me in even closer to him. I wiggle myself slightly down his body, the curves of my body still intertwined with the muscular sturdiness of his. I can feel his length through his jeans pressing against my shorts, right where my pussy is getting wetter by the second for him. He's rock hard and throbbing, and I feel like I'm about to erupt. He pulls me in tighter to him as he lets out a breath that I get to swallow this time—wanting to swallow more than just his breath.
We are so close, leaving room for no space between us. Our tongues dance around one another. Thankfully, my brain shuts off, allowing me to feel for once rather than the abyss of numbness I'm typically subdued to. The moment completely takes me over.
He squeezes my ass a little tighter with the hand that's beneath my shorts. Without warning, I break our kiss, and my head falls to his shoulder below his ear, and a full-blown moan escapes my lips.
That's all it takes.
With that sound, he lets go with me. My legs are still wrapped around him, and we cling to one another as he walks us toward the sofa in my living room.
I hear a rumble of a growl come from him as he speaks, "That's my girl," my head rolls backward off of his shoulder, and my neck is extended in front of him as we both catch our breath, and I let out soft breaths mixed with a moan, out into the air. Still walking, he plants a kiss on my neck and sucks in my skin softly as his tongue caresses over it. He pulls back as he gets to the couch and begins to lay me down below him.
"You've always been my girl and always will be."
As my body meets the soft furniture below me and he releases me from his grasp, he takes his hands and softly pushes my chin up, extending my neck for him again. He plants a kiss right under my chin. He doesn't stop there. He begins to trail kisses slowly down my neck.
Ander is hovering over me, and my legs are still wrapped around his waist. I loosen their grasp around him. I'm guilty of being curious about where he might wander once he's released, and he doesn't disappoint.
My eyes are locked in tight on him. I'm watching him as he pulls back to look at me for approval after each kiss grazes my body. He goes down to the low collar line of my loose-fittingoversized t-shirt. It falls right below my collarbones. His tongue touches my skin and licks along my collarbones. He stops in the middle and plants a kiss, sucking my skin in softly and letting his tongue dance in circles.
FUCK. I'm a goner already.
I am absolute putty in this man's hands. I forget all the pain over the past six years, and I completely let go and let him have me because I want nothing more than to have him.
Letting go isn't something that I do often. If ever. Damn, it feels good. Another moan comes from my lips, and this one isn't soft or quiet in the least bit. This one is needy- begging even- and I can tell he wants and needs this just as badly as I do.He wants me.
