Chapter Ninety seven
When he does open up and kiss me back, his hands finally find my body as he starts caressing me everywhere and taking control of the kiss, getting hungrier and harder the more he keeps kissing me and while my body responds my pushing back into him and moaning out because it feels so good, I know I can’t allow him to take back control, I have to see this through.
I push him away from me while still peppering him with kisses all over his face, then his neck and down towards his body until I reach his belt and open it with shaky fingers that I keep trying to control. Then I get to his zipper and eventual I am pulling down his pants and have to face his boxers that have a sharp object pointing at me. I get him out of it and admire his huge angry cock before I start tasting it.
He grunts softly as my tongue glides the head and lapping at the milky bead of precum on the crown. I take his cock into my mouth and hear him hiss and that makes me take him in even more eagerly into my mouth using one hand to balance on his spread thighs and the other to wrap around his shaft. I suck, lick and stroke him until guttural groans fill the room.
Jerking and cussing he spills himself in long, hot pulses onto my tongue. I swallow, eyes watering as I struggle to breathe through my nose and accommodate his girth without gagging. When his twitching and cursing are over and he’s gazing down at me with lowered eye lids, his chest heaving. He slides his hand down to my neck and squeezes.
He bends his head to my breasts and sucks my hard nipple into his mouth. I stifle a moan and close my eyes trying to concentrate. He reaches down and pulls my leg up next to his hip on the chair, so his erection is nestled between my thighs. It’s huge, hot and hard. He pulls my other leg up so my thighs are spread open around his hips. He reaches between us, takes his stiff cock in his hand and starts to rub the head back and forth between my legs.
I get distracted by the way he’s nipping at my nipple, especially since he doesn’t do it in a mean way with a bite but with pleasure. When he slides the head of his cock inside me, I gasp. I love how he feels inside me and I moan, and then wriggle my hips to try to get him deeper inside me. He flexes his hips giving me another inch, stretching me wider. Desperate for more, I moan again pulling at his hair.
Grabbing one of my wrists he presses it behind my back, then grabs the other one and traps it together with the first, clasping both in one of his big hands. The move makes my nipples jut out to him and he bends down and attacks them relentlessly making me wetter as I grind myself against his shaft while moaning with no preservations. I rock my hips working his shaft up and down until he makes a low, warning growl deep in his chest.
He suddenly stands with me in his arms. His dick inside me and my legs wrapped around his waist and puts me on the bed while he covers me with his frame and kisses me. Then he puts me in another position where I am lying on my back with my ankles hooked over his shoulders. He thrusts into me with a savage snarl, and then fucks me bending over me with my breasts gripped in his hands.
He is too lost in his feelings that I have to hold on to his shoulders so I don’t fly up and crash into the headboard. He stares into my eyes the whole time and another contraction makes me clench around him. I moan while bucking my hips, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own until my orgasm hits and I fill him spilling inside me.
After he catches his breath Cyrus releases me from my position and pulls out. This was the best sex we have had and I can’t keep myself from smiling, still feeling the post orgasmic phase. He goes into the bathroom and just as I decide it’s time to leave he comes back and picks me in his arms to the bathroom. He has prepared a bath that he sets me into and the water makes my body relaxes and almost groan in pleasure.
I open my eyes to find Cyrus still by the bathtub watching me. I smile and he smiles back and gets on his haunches and picks the washcloth and starts cleaning my neck and my shoulders. This moment is too intimate and important to ruin it by talking so I say nothing until I am all clean and he puts me in a robe, slapping my ass on the way out the bathroom door. I know his good mood won’t last so I head straight to my room. For the first time in months I am not crying as I leave my husband’s bedroom, I am actually smiling.
Cyrus seems to be in a good mood the next morning too because he actually knocks on my door and asks if I would like to help him make breakfast. We used to do this every morning when he decided to make an effort and before Cullen ruined it. I smile and tell him I would love to and we walk together downstairs to make breakfast together. We have it in the patio like we always did but we don’t talk as we eat or cook. I think we are both scared that talking will blow this little bubble we are in right now.
So we smile, eat and after clean up I decide to hangout downstairs but Cyrus takes my hand and pulls me upstairs with him with the look I recognize in him, even though it’s not the same dark angry one, it still screams hunger for me. As soon as we got in his bedroom he started kissing me as he grabbed my hips and I sucked in a startled breath. His hand wandered below my dress and shoved aside my panties.
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