Breathless from feeling so filled, I still manage to imagine his cock is in my mouth, and I suck like my life depends on it.
Ander groans, "Mmm, good girl. Damn, baby. I can't wait to have these perfect lips wrapped around my cock."
He pulls his fingers out and tangles his hand in my hair, tugging firmly as his cock works my body over in the best way.
We are a mess of rough breaths, moans, and screams. He may have lost all self-control, and all of his gentleness is out the damn window, and I'm soaking up every second of it. I've never had rough sex, not like this. This doesn't feel like what I would have expected. It may not be gentle, not in the least, but there's something about his touch when his hands land on me and when he thrusts into me deeper that's still caring and tender. Still yearning to please me and make sure I'm okay. He's plowing into me and still lovingly finding a way to do it. I didn't even know that was possible; it feels so good.
His breaths become ragged, and his movements are erratic. I can feel him pull away from me, and I know what's about to happen.
"Come in me, I'm on the shot. I want to feel you come with me." I scream as my orgasm begins to crest yet again. My whole body is shaking beneath him. His hands grab my shoulders, caressing them as his motions slow down. He leans in and crashes his mouth to mine. Our tongues briefly meet before he's pulling back.
"I'll always love you, Rosie. I promise." He grunts out as his grasp on my shoulders tightens.
"Never stop!" I shout as my legs start to tremble.
"That's my girl, come with me, baby." He says under his jagged breath. I can feel his cock pulsing as his orgasm fills me up to the brink. He kisses me between each thrust as we both come apart together.
Chapter twenty-three
Ander
Being here with Via in the house that shaped her life, where we shared that moment, the house that I now call home—there's no easy way to describe it. A full-circle moment? Maybe.
When I first purchased it, I couldn't bring myself to move in right away. The realization of what I'd just done weighed heavily on me. The memories that would come flooding in when I'd walk through the field to get here would paralyze me, and it was like a knife to the chest. The more time passed, the easier it became, and it turned into a comfort like I'd hoped it would be rather than a trigger.
The walls may look different, and the furniture may be new, but this is the exact spot we laid the night we became one and lost everything we wanted, all at once. I get lost in my thoughts for a bit and look over at her. I have a feeling that she's processing the same things that I am.
I lean over the bed, pulling her into me, and as we fall back, a small laugh escapes from her perfect mouth. I wrap my arms around her tighter, and she squeals as I kiss the side of her neck.I take a deep breath, savoring in her fresh, light, airy, and floral scent, and commit it to memory. I loosen my grip around her, and she falls in line, lying next to me as we face each other. I brush a stray hair out of her face as I look her over and take her in.
Her big, beautiful, almond-shaped light grey-blue eyes peer through me as a slight smile pulls at her plump lips. I can't confine my hands as they travel her body, running back and forth, up and down from her narrow waist to her wide, perfectly curved hips. As my hand caresses over her skin, she shuts her eyes briefly, and on a sharp inhale breath, she bites down on her lip.
The woman drives me wild, and my heartbeat pace picks up as the heat in her eyes grows.
"What's going through that big, beautiful mind of yours?" She asks, with a soft chuckle.
"So now you're trying to get inside my head, hmm?" I throw a smug grin her way, raising an eyebrow at her, and her chuckle grows into a small laugh as I gently pin her to the bed and lay my head atop her chest as I wrap my arms around her. I can't help but feel the perfect curvature of her full breasts beneath me, but I choose to focus on the sporadic beating of her heart. It's my favorite sound.
"Mhmm"
"I'm just thinking about how perfect this feels. I've dreamt of this for so long. There were times I never thought I'd have it again. I thought I'd never have you like this again. Now that I do. . . It just feels right." I pull up onto my hands, hovering above her. I kiss her forehead, and the smile that pulls at her lips makes its way to her whole face. She lights up forme.
"It's home, Ander.We will always be each other's home."
Before I can respond, she leans up and crashes her lips to mine. One of her hands runs through my hair, tugging it softlyas the other claws and tugs at my back, pulling me on top of her.Damn, this woman has no idea what she does to me. The erection growing at rapid rates in my pants is one of the dead giveaways, but it's so much deeper than that. She ignited a part of my soul that went dark when I lost her. The same part that she's always held captive as her own. Olivia Foley has been and will always be my kryptonite; there's no denying that. I'm completely and utterly enthralled by who she is and what she does to me.
I wrap my arms around her, and in one swift movement, I flip us to where she's on top, straddling me.
"I wish you could see yourself right now. The way that I see you."
"Oh yeah, and what is it that you see?" She asks, a playful tone to her voice, but she can't fool me. Her hands are pressed on my chest, and she's swaying her hips in circles. My cock twitches at the feel of her taking full advantage of grinding against me.
"Everything. Looking at you, I see everything I need and want." I answer, very matter-of-factly, as I stare into her beautiful eyes. "You are the definition of perfection from the inside out." I grab onto her hips, urging her to resume her motions that have stopped with the delivery of my words. "I'm never letting you go."
I lean in and softly bite down on one of her peaked nipples that are poking through her thin cami.
"ooooh," She coos, and fuck, it sounds so sweet.
"Ander, I don't think I can handle you again. Not this soon, at least." She says through a giggle. Yet, her actions prove otherwise. She leans up and removes her cami, exposing her perfectly heavy, full breasts to me, not breaking eye contact as she holds my gaze. I chuckle at her contradiction.
