“You know that no woman could ever make me feel the way you do when we’re like this, doncha?” he whispers when he lowers into me and brushes my hair back from my face.
The soft glance he gives is like a caress along my body and within my heart.
“I miss this, Chaos. That’s why I never had sex with anyone else. I knew that no one could make me feel like you do.”
“That’s because your body was designed specifically for me.”
He brushes a kiss against my temple and drives deeper into me, forging a secure connection between us.
“Does it feel good to you?” I whisper.
“Only you satisfy this deep ache within me,” he murmurs.
“I’ve felt so alone all these years, Chrishon. I missed you so much.”
I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes. Sex with him is always this way.
He brushes his hands against the apples of my cheeks, wiping the tears away. “I’ve been just as lonely. Connecting with you is the only way this hole inside of me can be plugged.”
“I need you, Chaos. I need you so bad.” I cry out as he pushes my legs back and thrusts deep into me.
I feel the connection between us, but I also feel something else. He feels regret over being so open, and now he is erecting an emotional wall. It’s evident in the way that his affirmations change from loving and tender to raw and all about the sex.
I know that he’s worried that he’s already shared too much about the way he feels. This rawness between us is what I need.
“You’re so wet and tight,” he pronounces, swiveling his hips and pushing harder into me. “You got a nigga ’bout to lose his mind and cry; this shit so good.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer again. He buries his face in the pillow beneath me as he steals every breath from my lungs. It’s okay because I am lost in the heady aroma of his masculine scent. It’s an intoxicating blend of earthiness with a trace of bourbon that somehow smells like home.
A smile graces my lips with that thought. He always smells like home.
Chaos lifts just a little and kisses my lips and then the shell of my ear. I nuzzle my nose into his neck as he inhales my hair.
“Gahdamn, girl. You still smell like cinnamon and sunshine after all this time.”
“I always remembered it was your favorite,” I reply in a breathy voice.
He bites my neck, and my heart rate and breathing increases as I yelp in surprise.
“You ready to cum for me again?” he asks, swiping his fingers through my sex.
I arch my back because my clitoris is extremely sensitive at just the mere touch of his hand.
“Yes, please.” Chaos lifts his imposing figure off my body just enough to stare into my eyes, and then he places his hand around my neck and gently squeezes. With every stroke, he either increases the pressure or releases it.
“All right. Gimme what I came for,” he commands, lowering his body on mine again and driving deep into me.
His touch, tongue, and the hypnotic look in his dark eyes are intoxicating. Every kiss of his lips and every look in his eyes burns me with desire and drives me crazy.
His tenderness has returned, and I’m floating on cloud nine while at the same time, I’m already hungering for more of him.
I can’t believe that I am about to cum again, but the warmth that flushes my body and the way my toes curl says it is so. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders.
“I’m about to fuck up your world,” he warns me.
And he does with a final thrust as his hips swivel from right to left, and his gaze penetrates mine. His tongue plunders my mouth, not allowing me to utter a sound. The storm that has been brewing sweeps through me like a hurricane and wrecks every bit of control I hold onto as I shiver and come apart underneath him.
He growls and moans my name. “Charisma, aww fuck.”
