I drag my tongue over her, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her whole body jolts in response. A sharp gasp leaves her lips, followed by a desperate moan that goes straight to my cock, but I don’t stop. I keep going, teasing, tasting, making her fall apart under my mouth.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp as she tries to pull me closer. I give her what she wants, licking deeper, sucking just hard enough to make her cry out, her back arching off the mattress.
“Fuck, Ash?—”
Her voice is raspy, louder than I’ve ever heard it, and I swear it only intensifies my hunger. I press my tongue against her just right, adding just the slightest pressure with my fingers, and the sound she makes is absolutely sinful.
I don’t let up. I push her higher, drinking in every moan, every shudder, every desperate plea for more. She’s gripping the sheets now, her body tightening, her thighs trembling around me as I push her closer and closer to the edge.
And then—she breaks.
Her whole body arches, her moans spilling out in a way that makes my chest tighten with pure satisfaction. She’s never been this loud before, never come apart like this, and knowing I’m the reason for it? Fuck.
I don’t stop until she’s completely undone—until her body melts back into the mattress, her breath coming in ragged, shaky gasps. Then I kiss my way back up her body, pressing my lips against her throat, her jaw, before finally capturing her mouth in a deep, slow kiss.
She’s still trembling, still trying to catch her breath, and when I pull back, her dazed eyes meet mine.
“That’s one,” I murmur against her lips.
I push my boxers down, kicking them aside without taking my eyes off Amelia. She’s still sprawled out on the bed, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, her skin flushed, her legs slightly parted like she’s still coming down from the high I just gave her.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I run a hand through my hair as I crawl back over her, letting the heat of my body sink into hers. “You look wrecked, baby.” My voice is low, but there’s an edge of pride in it too. I did that to her. Made her fall apart, made her moan louder than she ever has.
Amelia blinks up at me, still dazed, but then she gives me a small smile, her fingers trailing slowly down my chest, lower, her touch sending a fresh wave of heat through my veins. “Not wrecked enough,” she whispers, her voice pure sin.
I groan, capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head, pressing my hips against hers so she can feel exactly how hard she’s made me. “Careful what you wish for,” I murmur against her lips.
Because I’m about to give her everything she can handle. And then some.
“Roll over,” I murmur against Amelia’s ear, my voice thick with need.
She shivers, her body still trembling from the way I just wrecked her, but she does as I say, shifting onto her stomach, pushing up onto her hands and knees. The sight of her like this—bare, willing, ready—nearly undoes me.
I grip her hips, dragging her back toward me, my cock brushing against her slick heat, and she lets out the sweetest little whimper.
“Fuck, Amelia.” I groan, running my hands over the curve of her ass, gripping tight as I position myself at her entrance.
“Please, Ash,” she breathes out, her voice needy.
That’s all I need.
With one hard thrust, I slam into her, sinking deep in one smooth stroke. We both let out a groan, the pleasure hitting like a damn freight train. Her tightness grips me as if she were made for this—for me.
“Jesus,” I hiss through gritted teeth, giving her a second to adjust, even though every muscle in my body is screaming at me to move.
Amelia moans, pushing back against me, her fingers gripping the sheets. “More,” she begs.
I don’t make her ask twice.
I hold her hips tighter and pull back before slamming into her again, harder, deeper, setting a punishing rhythm that has her gasping, moaning, and calling my name like a prayer. Every sound she makes fuels me, every desperate plea, every broken moan pushing me closer to the edge.
I lean over her, pressing a hand against the small of her back, my lips grazing her ear as I drive into her. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” I murmur, my voice rough.
She whimpers, her whole body tightening around me, and I swear I almost lose it right then. But not yet. Not until I take her all the way there with me.
I tighten my grip on Amelia’s hips, picking up the pace, slamming into her harder, deeper, chasing that high that’s building between us. Our moans fill the room, raw and desperate, turning into something almost feral with every thrust.
