I probe her folds first with a finger, then my tongue, plunging deep and licking up the evidence of her arousal. I glance up to see her face and her head is thrown back against the wall. She’s pinching her nipples, rolling them to peaks between her fingers, and fuck if that’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I push two fingers into her and curl them and she cries out again.
“Filthy girl,” I murmur. “Do you play with yourself when you think of me?”
“Yes,” she says on a gasp, as I curl my fingers again. I lean in and press my tongue against her clit.
“Do you touch yourself?” I ask, a little louder this time.
“Fuck, yes,” she cries, and I lick again. I remove my fingers and replace them with my tongue and she gasps, panting and whimpering andfuck,those noises drive me wild. Her thighs are slick with her arousal and I can feel her body tensing as her orgasm builds.
“Touch yourself for me now,” I demand quietly. “Show me what you do.” Then I use my fingers to hold her open before pressing my tongue back inside. She whines, then reaches one hand down to her clit while the other pinches a nipple. I’ve never been so turned on going down on someone before, but my cock is so hard it aches and I grab it in my fist and pump it, desperate for some relief. Amie’s hand falls away as her body begins to quiver, and I curl my fingers again.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” I say, then suck her clit into my mouth. She comes undone, clenching around my fingers and gripping my shoulders tight with her leg. She cries out, yelling my name and all kindsof deities and profanities as her orgasm wracks her body, and I slide my fingers in and out slowly until she finally comes down from her high.
She looks down at me with hooded eyes as I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her. I meet her gaze from my position on my knees between her legs, looking up at her with a devilish grin, my lips glistening from feasting on her. She drops her leg back to the floor and reaches down to pull me up.
“Such a good girl for me,” I tell her as I stand. “You’re always such a good girl when I eat your pussy.”
“Kiss me,” she says. “I want to taste both of us.”
Fuck.
She throws her arms around my neck and brings my face to hers, tracing the seam of my mouth with her tongue. I open for her immediately and she moans, bucking her hips into mine. She reaches down and grasps my cock, pumping it once, twice, then widening her stance and brushing the tip of it through her folds. Despite my feast, she’s still soaked and I feel myself twitch and harden even further in her hand.
“Amie,” I gasp. She presses my tip inside her. “Amie, I’m not wearing a condom.”
“What’s the worst you can do, get me pregnant? Been there, done that,” she retorts cheekily, breathlessly, rocking her hips against me. “There’s been no one since you, Cam. I’m on birth control. I don’t need a condom, I just need you. Inside me. Right now.”
I swallow a moan and push inside her, rocking my hips as I lift her onto me. She wraps her legs around my waist, hooking her feet behind me and using them to push me deeper. I use the wall to support her and brace one hand against it, the other wrapped securely around her back, holding her to me.
I still for a moment. I haven’t been inside anyone since the last time we were together, in Singapore. She feels even better than I remember: hot and wet and tight, stretched around me, a perfect fit. Her inner walls flutter and squeeze deliciously.
“Move, Cam,” she pleads, and I do. I didn’t think it could get any better than simply being inside her, but it does. I’ve never been bare inside a woman before, and I’ve never been so deep. Nothing has ever felt this good. I’m seeing stars before I come, and I crash my lips to hers, pouring everything I have into the kiss as I pound into her. Our heavy breathing, and the slick, wet sound of my thrusts and the dull slap of skin on skin are the only sounds until my balls tighten painfully and I can’t take it anymore.
I reach down and flick a finger against her clit and she cries out, squeezing around me and milking me to my own orgasm. I come harder than I’ve ever come before, a loud, strangled moan falling from my mouth as I throw my head back.
Amie is limp in my arms, her ankles still crossed behind me, and my arms feel like cooked noodles as I hold her, but I manage to carry her across the room and into the bathroom, my cock never quite slipping out of her. I reach into the shower with one hand and switch on the water before stepping in. Amie clings to me like a koala. Steam fills the room and the water darkens her curls, weighing them down over her shoulders. She nuzzles into my neck and kisses me, sucking at my skin. I’m half hard again already from the feel of her lips on my skin. My cock slips through the wetness between her folds, and she smirks against my throat, dropping a hand to tease my balls. My breath catches in my throat.
“My my, Mr. Whitehouse,” she murmurs. “What have we here?”
“You’re playing with fire,” I warn her, swallowing hard.
“Don’t worry, baby.” She pulls back to look me straight in the eye. “I like a little burn.”
She shifts, adjusting her legs around me, and lines up my cock with her entrance. Then she rocks her hips and sinks all the way down until she’s fully seated on me again. We both cry out this time, over-sensitive and needing more. I need more, whatevermoreis, whatevermore than thislooks like. I need her on me, over me, around me; simply being inside her isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough. I’m so far gone for Amie Caine, nothing in the world will ever be enough.
I buck my hips, thrusting in and out, and then I pull out completely and gently drop her to her feet.
“Spin, pretty girl,” I order. “Put your hands against the wall.”
Recognition flashes in her eyes as she obeys my command, leaning forward and pushing her ass towards me. Her legs are already spread for me and I step between them, closing in on her until my chest is flush with her back. I reach around and press a finger against her clit, then swipe it through her folds.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Amie,” I whisper into her ear, then kiss her jaw. She moans softly as my tongue finds the most sensitive spot just below her earlobe.
“I told you, you make me wet,” she pants. “But it’s what you’re gonna do about it that’s the question.”
This woman will be the death of me, and I’ll die a fucking happy man. I push her folds open with the fingers of one hand while I fist my cock with the other, stroking it a few times and then pushing into her from behind. My fingers continue to stroke her folds where our bodiesmeet as I begin to thrust and she cries out, pressing her head against the tile.
“Do you like it when I take you from behind?”
