Never Stop

22. Via

Chapter twenty-two

Via

" Y ou have so many. They're all so beautiful." I say, looking him over. The man is truly a work of art, tattoos or no tattoos. He is perfect, and the art he wears so well only adds to his beauty.

"Why did you get this one?" I ask as I run my hands up his body, stopping over a tattoo of a wolf on his bicep.

Ander has so many tattoos spread throughout his body. I find them all intriguing and want to know their meanings.

"That's my way of saying I'm a lone wolf. It represents the strength and courage it has taken me to navigate life alone." His voice is low as he flashes a soft look and holds my eye contact intently as if trying to read my expression.

"That's beautiful, Ander. What about this one? Why flames around your wrist? What does that represent?" I raise a quizzical eyebrow at him.

"That one symbolizes a drunk ass night where I drank one too many." Ander chuckles.

Laughing along with him, my hands trace circles on his chest, admiring the many tattoos there. One particular one grabs my attention, causing my breath to hitch and my heart to collapse in my chest.

Ander's eyes follow mine down to the tattoo that grabbed my attention.

A single rose, all on its own, placed right over his heart .

My eyes shoot up to meet his. Ander simply nods, and his grin of pride tells me all I need to know.

"It's for you. It represents the mark you've left on my heart."

"Oh, Ander—"

"You always have been and always will be a part of me, my Rosie ."

"I want you, Ander, more than —" he kisses me before I finish. This time, the kiss is more intense, and his tongue quickly rushes into my mouth, teasing my own. He pulls away and leans to the side of my neck. His hand lifts my chin, facing me slightly away from him, granting him more access to my neck.

"V, I told you not to tempt—"

"There's only one issue with your request." I counter.

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? What might that be?"

"You can't necessarily earn back something you've never truly lost. My heart and love have always been yours. Yours alone."

"Fuckkkk," Ander raps out as he grinds his length against me.

"Please, Ander."

"I know letting go of control is hard for you, but I need you to trust me. Let go, let me have you. Let yourself enjoy every inch of me. I can't promise to be gentle because I've wanted this with you for way too long, but I can promise to worship you every step of the way. Let me take control and, for once, enjoy the feeling of being out of control." The last part of his sentence comes out as more of a hiss as his hand slides beneath the elastic of my shorts, below the fabric of my silk, basic, and unattractive panties. His rough fingers find my sensitive bud instantly as if my body is a road map he has memorized. He gives it a quick yet strong flick.

The things that happen within me when he says these words are inexplainable. The muscles between my legs tighten on impulse, and my body quivers below him. This is no longer just a want. My body needs him as desperately as my lungs need oxygen to survive.

Completely wrapped up in him and this moment and wanting more of whatever he has in store, I nod as my eyes pin shut, and I hiss out, "Please,"

"Mmm," he growls.

I open my eyes as I softly bite down on my bottom lip out of pleasure. He takes his hand out of my shorts and pulls me forward. As I sit up, our foreheads are touching. He leans down and kisses me deeply. Taking every breath out of me. I'm panting, desperately wanting and needing more. Temptation is consuming me, and I want to speed this up, but I remind myself to let go of control and let him.

So I do.

His hands run down my arms as he pulls away, breaking our kiss. I instantly want his tongue back in my mouth. He puts my arms straight in the air and swiftly pulls my shirt over my head. In one smooth motion, he leans over me and unclamps my bra, pulling that off as well. There I am, bare-chested, exposed to him. He eases me back down against the sofa as he dips his head down, taking in my nipples one at a time. First, flicking his tongue, stimulating them- as if they weren't hard enough to cut through glass as it is. Then, he sucks on each— hard. His teeth graze over each of them, nibbling down on them softly.

He backs away, hovering over me once again, his hands trailing down my torso, down to my shorts. He pulls my shorts and panties off of me in one swift motion. Here I am, lying wholly exposed and vulnerable for him.

I begin to become slightly self-conscious. I'm quickly aware that my body isn't perfect. Don't get me wrong, I work hard to take care of myself. I'm nowhere near being considered 'small,' but I've worked to perfect my curves the best I can. Typically, I'm proud of the reflection in the mirror when I'm naked. However, having the only man who's ever seen me fully exposed like this in front of me again, eyes feral, glaring at me like a predator does his prey, I can't help but be slightly aware of my flaws.

As if Ander can hear my thoughts, he drowns all my self-doubts with a simple, breathy "fucking perfect" as he continues to look me over and soaks me in. Taking his time. "I mean absolutely fucking perfect," he rasps out as his tongue swipes out across his top lip.

I feel like I am going to combust from waiting. I'm anxious to have him inside of me.

"I'm rusty! I mean. . . It's been a while." He pulls back and lets out a deep laugh. A laugh that makes the tiny hairs on my arm stand up in excitement. The sound of that laugh makes me wetter than I already was, and I'm growing impatient to have him slide his length inside of my needy, throbbing hole.

He stands up, he fucking stands up, and I can't keep my eyes off of him. Even fully clothed, he's mouth-watering to look at. He wastes no time getting undressed, leaving on his boxers. Even through his somewhat loose boxers, I can see the outline of his shaft.

I am imagining him inside of me again after all these years between us.

In no time, he's back, kneeling beside the sofa where I lay. His body is on the side of my head. I look at him, seeing his eyes scan down at my body as his hand traces down slowly, gently, and authoritatively. His other hand is on one of my breasts, massaging it and pinching my nipple in between his fingers firmly. Once his hand reaches in between my legs, he lets out a grunt.

"Mmm, baby. You couldn't be more perfect."

His fingers run back and forth along the edges of my slit. He doesn't move quickly, and it is killing me.

I've avoided this man for years, and now I want nothing but to have him fuck me until I can't see straight. I don't make sense, but finally, giving into what my heart and body both crave feels too right to worry about what makes sense or not.

I've spent so long doing what I thought was right—trying to keep him safe. While, in reality, he never needed my protection. He needed my love. He needed me just as badly as I needed him. We both only needed each other. It's time to let ourselves have that. I'm ready.

His hand pats firmly between my legs, smacking right over my clit and arousing me even more than I thought possible. I turn, and as I do, I moan directly into his ear. Leaning my head slightly forward, I nibble at his neck, letting my tongue trace lazy circles.

Ander let out a deep grunt. I can tell his restraint is fading, and he's dying to let loose. I love it. So, of course, I feed into it. I take my hand, rubbing it along his length, drawing out a moan from him that tells me he wants this just as badly as I do.

His hands move to my thighs and separate my legs until they're parted wide for him. Looking me over intently, his fingers trail their way to my entrance.

Ander growls into my neck as he begins to pump two fingers, slowly yet firmly, in and out of me. He comes to a stop, but his fingers are still inside of me. His eyes move to mine simultaneously as my eyes search for his. I'm panting, and my chest is heaving at his touch. His fingers inside of me begin to make small, circular movements, rubbing against my walls.

He's teasing me, and he's enjoying it. Yet I can tell he's coming apart at the same time. It's written clearly in his eyes.

He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. He pumps his fingers inside of me one hard time, hitting my sensitive spot at the same time that his thumb rubs firmly over my clit. I hold myself back, but I'm not blind to the fact that I've never been so close to climaxing this fast. Only Ander could know how to have this effect on me.

"Fuck, V. You're so wet for me." He huffs. He takes a few breaths before continuing. "I need you to promise me you aren't going anywhere this time. Promise me this pussy will always be mine. I want you. All of you. No more hiding from me, no more pushing me away. Be mine, V. All mine."

"Ander—" I attempt to say his name, but it comes out as more of a moan because, at the same time, he starts pumping his fingers again, making damn sure to hit my sensitive spot. My legs begin to shake, and I'm on the edge of an orgasm, hoping that he doesn't stop now to spite me.

He doesn't. He adds another finger inside of me, stretching me out as he pumps faster and harder.

"Ahhh. Oh god. That feels so. . . Good"

"It will feel even better when it's my cock pounding inside your tight pussy. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."

"Ander—"

"Mmm, I love hearing you moan my name. So much that I'm about to have you screaming it, baby."

He leans in and kisses my neck, whispering, "Come for me. Come for me, baby, and say you'll be mine."

My body is trembling as I boil over, letting out a scream of pleasure.

Barely able to speak, I nod against his forehead, which is pressed against mine.

"I've always been yours. I'll never stop being yours. I am for you just as you are for me." With that, I finish coming apart on his hand.

He breathes raspily against me, grunting seductively, " Never stop, babe . Never stop ."

Ander and I lock eyes as he slides his fingers out of me. He holds his hand up to show me, his fingers coated with my arousal. His eyes glimmer mischievously as he inches his hand closer to me.

"Open up," he demands seductively.

My mouth falls open. Ready and waiting.

He glides his three fingers into my mouth as his eyes go dark with heat for me.

"Suck, baby. Tell me how sweet you taste."

"Mmm," I moan out as I wrap my lips around his fingers, tasting myself on him.

My eyes flash up to find him, and I lock in on his eyes as I make a show of sucking back and forth on his fingers.

His head rears back as his eyes shut. Quickly, he pulls his fingers from my mouth as he stands next to me, pulling his boxers down. He looks at me, searching my eyes confidently as if to ensure it's okay to continue. I nod softly as I let out a gasp. He's much bigger than I remember, and I instantly become nervous. He arches an eyebrow at me as if he can sense exactly what I'm thinking.

"You okay? Are you sure this is okay?" he asks softly.

"It's been a while for me, and I just. . . I don't know if that monster will fit." My eyes are wide and cautious as I look him over.

He lets out a gut laugh that eases my nerves. He doesn't take that as a compliment nor let it go to his head as most men who are blessed in this department, such as he is, would.

"I'll be honest, baby, after having my fingers inside of your perfect pussy, I'm dying to feel you wrapped around my cock. It's going to feel like heaven sinking inside of you again. It's taking everything in me to take my time with you, but there's no need to rush. If you want to wait, we can. I'm not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world."

This man. Only he is capable of turning me on and melting my heart at the same time.

"Oh, I want this. I want you . Ander, fuck me. . . Just don't fuck me up." I say seductively but can't help but let out a small laugh simultaneously.

He lets out a small chuckle along with me, and then the confidence returns in no time. The next thing I know, he's lifting my bare body off of his sofa. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around him again. He leans in and kisses me, breathing in every breath I let out.

"I want to feel your body stretched to its max while wrapping around my cock again," he breaths into my mouth.

"Oh, god, yes. Please. I want that too, so bad, Ander," I say back between breaths, barely a husky whisper.

He lets loose. He lets go of everything he is holding back. Yet, he's careful at the same time. Right now, he is the perfect combination of fire and ice. My legs are still wrapped around him, and I'm almost sure he can feel my wetness on his abdomen. He slides one arm under my ass, putting the other on my waist, as he backs me softly into the nearest wall. He is still kissing me.

"Ready?" He asks into my mouth.

I break the kiss, letting my head fall back against the wall. I grip his shoulders, my nails slightly digging into his skin, bracing myself for the impact that's about to happen.

"Set, go. Please, Ander. Fuck me. Give me all of you. Please. . ."

He lets out a growl as he removes his hand from my waist and down to his dick, positioning himself. He doesn't take long before he pulls me down onto him gently and slowly thrusts upward, gently piercing into my opening. He remains like this for a few seconds, giving me time to adjust to his size.

"Is this okay?" He asks, grunting as he enters into me softly, barely getting past the tip.

Moaning and not able to take it anymore, I grip his shoulders tighter and push myself down onto him even further.

"Fuck Via," He groans, "This tight pussy is so wet for me. You feel so fucking perfect. Mine. All fucking mine."

"Only for you. All yours. Ahh— Fuckkk!"

He seemed to like it, so I wasted no time and made the same motion again, sliding myself down even further onto his cock, taking more of him inside of me as he met me with a hard upward thrust at the same time. The sound of our bodies slapping together rings through the air, mixing in with my moans and his groans.

Ander's head rears back as he lets out another low grunt. Losing all self-control, he moves his hands to my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts up. Hard . We both try to catch our breaths. My nails dig into his skin even further. His head comes in toward me, and he takes my nipple in his mouth and gently teases it with his teeth as he pulls out of me and then, without hesitation, rams into me with all he's got.

"Oh, Ander!" I scream. He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and I grow instantly frustrated.

Not wasting a second, he wraps me in closely with my legs around his waist and kisses me with fervor as he walks us into his bedroom. Ander lays me down on the edge of the bed with my feet hanging off. He's standing between my legs as he leans in on the edge of the bed. Holding eye contact with me, one of his hands goes down between my legs and instantly finds my clit. He massages it gently. His rough fingers make it feel even more sensitive. The sensation is fantastic. He begins to trail the kisses down my body. Once he gets to my naval, he stops and looks up at me.

"I've missed you so much, Ander—more than I've ever wanted to," I admit, my voice hoarse and low.

"I missed you too, baby. I'm about to show you exactly how much you were missed."

He breaks eye contact but only for a split second to plant a kiss right above where his fingers are rubbing circles on my clit.

"Yesss—" I hiss out on a low moan.

"I will enjoy every second of worshipping and loving you the way you deserve." and with that, his tongue meets my clit, flicking it softly.

He swipes one slow lick from my center to my clit, and then back down again. He goes back and forth with this delicious feeling motion a few times, and my pussy begins to clench. Craving more.

He makes his way back up to my clit and begins to nibble on it ever so softly before allowing his tongue to get busy and go to town. Licking and flicking and driving me absolutely fucking wild.

He is taking his delicate time to give all of his attention to my sensitive, needy clit.

My legs begin to shake with pleasure as my orgasm builds.

"Come for me, V," He pulls away to say but wastes no time getting right back to work as he adds two fingers inside of me, pumping fast and hard in perfect rhythm with the dance his tongue is doing on my clit.

"Ander! Don't Stop here!" I scream as I come apart on his face.

"Good girl," He leans up, licking his lips. "Oh baby, I don't plan on stopping any time soon. We have a lot of lost time to make up for."

Ander huffs as he pulls me further to the edge of the bed, lying on my back. My bottom half is twisted to one side as he throws both of my legs together, crossed at my ankles and over his right shoulder. He puts the head of his cock into my entrance, sinking into me just enough that I can feel myself stretching around him. Slowly, he pulls out completely, then enters me again, giving me just the tip of him. He swirls it around in small, soft, circular motions before removing and replacing it.

"Ander, give me more! I need more! I want to feel all of you." I cry out.

Without warning, he thrust back into me with savage force. The feel of his thick cock as it slams into me, rubbing against my walls along the way, has me screaming out. Staying seated inside of me, as deep as my body can take him, he doesn't move right away.

His eyes search mine, looking for permission.

"Fuck me!"

"Mmm," he says in a growl as his eyes darken and he unleashes his inner beast.

Ander grabs ahold of my hips and places my feet on his shoulders. Slightly lifting my bottom half off the bed, he begins to move in and out of me, picking up his pace with the slam of each thrust.

My legs fall to the side; I'm no longer able to keep them in place as my whole body is shaking with the power of each delicious thrust he's providing. That doesn't stop him. I 'm glad .

His grasp on my hips tightens as he pulls my body into his with the connection of each thrust.

"Look down and see how perfectly we fit together. Look at how beautifully that pussy stretches to fit around my cock. You were made for me. You take me so well, baby."

"Fuck, Ander!"

He takes one of his hands and flicks at my nipples, one at a time. Meanwhile, the other hand comes to my face. He traces the line of mouth with his index finger.

Without thinking, I flick my tongue out and lick his finger, causing his head to rear back on a deep groan.

When his eyes meet mine again, they're dark and flaming with desire.

He pushes his finger further into my mouth, past my parted lips, and quickly adds another.

"Suck. Show me what that mouth can do. Suck it like it would be my cock inside that pretty mouth."

Yes sir.

With a moan from the pounding he's still doing to my pussy with his hard and steady thrusts, I tighten my lips around his fingers. My tongue teases along as I take his fingers into my mouth as far as they can go.

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.