Page 63 of Chasing Sunsets

His hands thread into my hair, and he wraps the long, wet strands around his fist as I lick the tip.

I moan, enjoying the salty taste of him, and the heat in his eyes intensifies. I lick him again, this time letting my tongue swirl around the swollen head a few rotations before wrapping my lips around him and pulling him in deep.

I keep my fingers wrapped firmly around the base, and his fist holds my head in place as he starts to thrust his hips, sliding in as far as he can go.

“Fuck, that feels incredible, baby,” he whispers over the sound of the cascading water.

I roll my tongue against his shaft and begin to suck as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth. His free hand caresses the side of my face as I slurp and suck him, increasing the rhythm, and the speed of his thrusts matches my pace.

His fingers tug painfully at my hair as he tries to hold on to control. “Tabby, baby, I’m going to come,” he grunts in warning as he releases his hold on my head.

But I don’t back away. Instead, I grip the back of his thigh and hold on as I relax and take him as deep as I can. A growl escapes him as he hits the back of my throat. His breaths grow ragged, and his back arches as his release spills into my mouth. I swallow, savoring every drop. I watch as his head falls back, and he murmurs words I can’t make out until his spent cock falls from my lips.

Still on my knees, I glance up to see his eyes focused intently on me. His expression is raw and possessive as he cups my cheek, then leans down to kiss me. He kisses me slowly and sweetly while his arms sweep under mine, helping me to my feet. The water has grown lukewarm, and he reaches to turn it off before fetching a large, fluffy towel from the rack just outside the stall. He wraps the towel around my body before grabbing one for himself. I step out and walk toward the bedroom as he follows.

I turn and start to move backward as he stalks me to the bed. I let out a yelp when he reaches for me, lifting me up in his arms and carrying me the rest of the way before tossing me onto the pillows. My eyes never leave him as he lets the towel around his waist fall away and prowls up the mattress until he is hovering above me.

“Your turn,” he says before placing a kiss on the tip of my nose.

He moves beside me, his shoulders and back against the headboard, and then he tugs me over and across his body, the towel I’m wearing pulled to the side. My head and shoulders hit the mattress, but my hips are across his torso. He feeds a shoulder under one leg, resting it on the headboard above him, and brings the fingers of one hand to my clit while the otherfondles my breast, plucking at a nipple. I’ve never been in this position—lying across someone while they massage my sensitive flesh. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and wets them, then returns them between my legs, slowly pressing inside. I writhe as he plays with my pussy. He hums his approval as I begin to rock against him.

When I can take no more, I come up onto an elbow. He adds another finger as I roll my hips, whimpering his name. Our mouths crash together, and we wrestle for control of the kiss. His eyes are lazy and glazed over as we stare at each other. Neither of us speaks as my panting grows wild.

Goose bumps rise on every inch of my exposed body, and I let out a strangled moan at the first flick of his tongue on my throat. My hands tangle in the back of his hair, pulling him closer as his lips make their way to nip and suck at one of my breasts.

“Anson.”

I can feel him growing hard as a rock against my backside as he kisses and caresses his way over to the other breast and gives it the same attention.

“I want you inside of me,” I pant.

His head comes up, and he grins at me.

Without a word, he reaches for the leg that is propped over his shoulder bringing it down as he twists so that I land on my back. My head at the foot of the bed. Opening the drawer to his nightstand, he grabs a condom as my fingers wrap around him. Stroking from root to tip.

He sheathes himself, then bends to take my mouth again in a hard, deep kiss before kissing down my chest to my slick, wet sex.

“You’re so ready for me,” he whispers against me as he draws a finger through the wetness and circles my clit. Wrenching a low moan from my parted lips.

He spreads my legs wider apart, then hooks one over his shoulder and lowers his mouth to me, running a line right through my folds with his tongue. “Damn, you taste good,” he whispers.

His tongue does a swirl around my clit, and my hips jump when he sucks my clit into his mouth. Then inserts a finger.

I clutch on to his hair and move my hips with him, wanting more, and he increases the pressure, giving it to me faster, harder, deeper. He adds another finger and then another, and I explode on his tongue. Like a rocket launching, the orgasm blasts through me, and I scream out his name as I hold on to him. He laps at me, catching every last drop, and continues to pump in and out until my body stops trembling. Then, my legs drops as he prowls up my body. Peppering a trail of kisses all the way to my jaw. I grab hold of the back of his head and bear up to crash my mouth to his.

His body covers mine, and the tip of his erection settles at my entrance. He slides it through my folds, coating it in my wetness, and I cry out my pleasure as he finally drives into me.

“Yesss!”

At the sound, he lets out a growl and grabs my hips. He pulls out and then slams back inside, and I lift my hips to meet each thrust.

“That’s it. Right there,” I whimper when he hits just the right spot. The guttural sounds I make drive him into a frenzy.

I can feel the climax climbing up the base of my spine, and I claw at his shoulder and clamp my legs around his back as I begin to shake uncontrollably, coming undone.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as my body ignites and spasms around his cock.

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