fucking finally make contact with her pussy. Fuck. I’ve missed this. She wets my fingers before I even part her gorgeous lips. I can’t see them—yet—but I know they’re wet and shining. Mugs has got this kind of switch that she can turn on at will it seems. My thumb parts her lips and slides up and down her hot pussy before I land on her clit.
“Tell me you missed me.” I rub slow, methodical circles over her swollen nub, just barely ghosting the skin with my thumb. Amber sucks in a shaky breath, her back arches, and she moans in need.
“I missed you,” she says. Feeling victorious, I press harder and take her mouth again. I pace myself, not wanting this to be over too soon. It’s been three years since I’ve been here with her. Three long years of feeling like a thirsty man in a desert, desperate for a little water. And even then all I got was a sip. Not nearly enough.
One finger—one lucky fucking finger—slides inside of her. Three pumps and then another finger joins it. I watch her writhe beneath me, the walls of her pussy clamping down on my fingers. My lungs pull in a greedy breath as excitement courses through me. I lick my lips in anticipation. I don’t want this to end, but she won’t hold out for any longer. I can feel it in the way she grips me, in how her back arches, and she mewls softly. Her lips part, gooseflesh breaks out over her entire body, and she trembles. I readjust the angle of my fingers and curl them inside her, reaching that sensitive spot inside her that makes her lose herself every time.
She’s beautiful, falling apart like this. Absolutely glorious. Mugs is always so self-contained. Only here, underneath me, does she ever lose herself completely. My eyes are glued to the slack of her jaw, her bulging eyes, and the way her entire body shakes. When it’s over and she’s coming down, I mourn it. There’s so much between us, that only here, like this, are we close to what we used to be.
“Thanks, babe.” Amber’s voice is stronger than it should be. She should be breathless and wanton, but instead, she’s clear-eyed and back to shielding herself with that hard-ass shell she wears to protect herself with. She pulls my stunned face down to hers and licks the corner of my mouth. She kisses me the way she used to—all fire and vulnerability. A quiet, beautiful neediness that has always awakened the pathetic little boy in me who just wants to love and be loved in return. It’s every fucking thing I’ve ever wanted.
CHAPTER 9
Just as I come down from the best orgasm I’ve had in years, my brain finally clears from the lust-ridden fog I’d been in.
I did it again.
I completely lost myself in Wyatt, submitting to him in every way, right down to telling him that I’ve missed him. It doesn’t matter that it’s true. It doesn’t matter that being with him never feels anything but absolutely right. Only two things matter in this world anymore, and their names are Zander and Piper.
Shit. How long have I been gone? I stormed out of Dad’s house with the sole intent of driving out here, giving Wyatt a piece of my mind, and driving right back home. I didn’t plan on, nor did I account for, letting Wyatt have me. He and I are like a disease that spreads so quickly that you almost miss it. A few minutes together and next thing you know, we’re both ignoring the outside world. And as beautiful as that kind of love is¸ it’s also dangerous. It makes you think the person you love is the only thing that is important to you. It makes you sever old ties and forge new ones—ones that your lover approves of. But I’m not sixteen anymore. I have two babies who—no matter how big one of them may be—need me. They need me to keep a clear head. This can’t happen again. My heart stabs at the thought of denying myself, but being with Wyatt isn’t worth all that it costs. This almost cost me my boy once. I can’t let that ever happen
“Tell me you missed me.” I rub slow, methodical circles over her swollen nub, just barely ghosting the skin with my thumb. Amber sucks in a shaky breath, her back arches, and she moans in need.
“I missed you,” she says. Feeling victorious, I press harder and take her mouth again. I pace myself, not wanting this to be over too soon. It’s been three years since I’ve been here with her. Three long years of feeling like a thirsty man in a desert, desperate for a little water. And even then all I got was a sip. Not nearly enough.
One finger—one lucky fucking finger—slides inside of her. Three pumps and then another finger joins it. I watch her writhe beneath me, the walls of her pussy clamping down on my fingers. My lungs pull in a greedy breath as excitement courses through me. I lick my lips in anticipation. I don’t want this to end, but she won’t hold out for any longer. I can feel it in the way she grips me, in how her back arches, and she mewls softly. Her lips part, gooseflesh breaks out over her entire body, and she trembles. I readjust the angle of my fingers and curl them inside her, reaching that sensitive spot inside her that makes her lose herself every time.
She’s beautiful, falling apart like this. Absolutely glorious. Mugs is always so self-contained. Only here, underneath me, does she ever lose herself completely. My eyes are glued to the slack of her jaw, her bulging eyes, and the way her entire body shakes. When it’s over and she’s coming down, I mourn it. There’s so much between us, that only here, like this, are we close to what we used to be.
“Thanks, babe.” Amber’s voice is stronger than it should be. She should be breathless and wanton, but instead, she’s clear-eyed and back to shielding herself with that hard-ass shell she wears to protect herself with. She pulls my stunned face down to hers and licks the corner of my mouth. She kisses me the way she used to—all fire and vulnerability. A quiet, beautiful neediness that has always awakened the pathetic little boy in me who just wants to love and be loved in return. It’s every fucking thing I’ve ever wanted.
CHAPTER 9
Just as I come down from the best orgasm I’ve had in years, my brain finally clears from the lust-ridden fog I’d been in.
I did it again.
I completely lost myself in Wyatt, submitting to him in every way, right down to telling him that I’ve missed him. It doesn’t matter that it’s true. It doesn’t matter that being with him never feels anything but absolutely right. Only two things matter in this world anymore, and their names are Zander and Piper.
Shit. How long have I been gone? I stormed out of Dad’s house with the sole intent of driving out here, giving Wyatt a piece of my mind, and driving right back home. I didn’t plan on, nor did I account for, letting Wyatt have me. He and I are like a disease that spreads so quickly that you almost miss it. A few minutes together and next thing you know, we’re both ignoring the outside world. And as beautiful as that kind of love is¸ it’s also dangerous. It makes you think the person you love is the only thing that is important to you. It makes you sever old ties and forge new ones—ones that your lover approves of. But I’m not sixteen anymore. I have two babies who—no matter how big one of them may be—need me. They need me to keep a clear head. This can’t happen again. My heart stabs at the thought of denying myself, but being with Wyatt isn’t worth all that it costs. This almost cost me my boy once. I can’t let that ever happen
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