“Please, El,” Amelia rasps in my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist and rolling her hips up to meet mine. I can feel the heat of her pussy even through our clothes, and I’m swamped by the desperation to feel her with nothing between us.
“Please what, Ames?” I grind down into her, and she moans when my cock slides over her clit, the sound and the feel of her shooting pleasure up and down my limbs. “Tell me what you need. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
She tangles her hands in the hem of my sweatshirt, pushing it up. “Take this off. I want to see you. No, I need to see you.”
I drop my head and kiss her, long and slow, until we’re both panting. Then I sit up, straddling her hips and tugging my sweatshirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. “Exactly how often do you run?” she asks, her appreciative gaze raking over me, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
I grin and run a hand from my chest down to my abs, resting it over the waistband of my sweatpants, loving the way her eyes fill with lust. “Every day. Like what you see, Ames?”
She pushes up to sit, pressing a kiss to my sternum, and I inhale sharply when her hot breath ghosts over my skin, sitting back on my heels. “So, so much,” she murmurs, her hands resting at my sides right over the waistband of my sweatpants.
I reach down and grip the hem of her sweater, my fingers sliding along the smooth skin underneath. “Can I?” I ask, my gaze locking with hers.
Her lips tip up in a grin. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
In one move, I tug the sweater up and over her head, and now it’s my turn to look my fill. “Jesus Christ, Amelia, you’re perfect.” And she is. Her black bra cups the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen, the outline of her pink nipples just visible beneath the lace. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, and when I trail my fingers over her bare collarbone, goosebumps break out all over her skin. “So responsive,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers. “So beautiful.” I lean down and kiss the spot between her breasts, trailing my tongue along the edge of her bra, feeling her skin heat under my lips, her low moan. “You are so, so beautiful, Ames. I don’t know how I got this lucky.”
“Same goes, El,” she says, reaching around to unclasp her bra. I grab her hands before she can finish the job, bringing them to my mouth to kiss her knuckles and placing them back on my hips
“Let me,” I say, unclasping it myself and tossing it onto our growing pile of clothes, pushing Amelia back so she’s lying flat on the couch. I rest my hands on either side of her head and look down at her, face flushed, eyes sparkling with lust and heat, perfect tits spilling free. “I want to take care of you. I want to know every single inch of you. I want to know what you taste like and what sounds you make when you come and what your face looks like when I slide inside of you. I want to know how it feels to have you moving under me, over me, everywhere, any way you want, for hours. Unless you tell me to slow down, I’m going to take what I want and give you what you need until the only thing you can remember is how good we are together. Because Amelia, we are going to be so, so good together.”
“Nothing about us has ever been slow. Why start here?” she gasps out as I reach a hand down and rub my thumb over one of her nipples, pulling and tugging it into a stiff peak.
I give her a wry smile as I switch sides, giving her other nipple the same attention as my eyes stay steady on hers. “Except for the six months I searched your name, looked for you on every street corner, hoped I would run into you in the city.” I dip my head and kiss her neck, kissing and licking my way to her collarbone, trailing my mouth lower, feeling her pulse thundering under my tongue.
“Right. That. Six months is forever, which is all the more reason we absolutely, positively, should not slow down now.”
“Glad we agree,” I mutter, dipping my head and sucking a nipple into my mouth, loving the whimper that falls from her mouth, the frustrated groan she lets out when she tries to lift her hips and can’t because I’m still straddling her, pinning her down. I know there is so much more of her to explore, but I can’t get enough of the way she tastes like sweetness and perfection. I feel like I’ve waited forever for this, and no part of me wants to rush. I use my hands and my mouth, my tongue and my teeth, until she’s moaning up at the ceiling.
When I glance up at her, her face is flushed and her dark hair is spread out all over my couch, and nothing in the world has ever been as beautiful as she is in this moment. “Fuck, baby, I love the sounds you make when my mouth is on these very pretty tits.”
She smirks at me, even as she moans when I latch my mouth back on to her nipple and suck, rolling the other one between my fingers. “Wait until you hear what sounds I make when your mouth is in…other places.”
I chuckle, kissing my way down her stomach until I get to the waistband of her leggings, licking across the edge and then peeling them slowly down her legs. “Fuck,” I murmur, sittingback on my heels and staring down at her, bare except for her black lace underwear. “The things I want to do to this perfect pussy.”
“Do them,” Amelia says, propping herself up on her elbows and looking down at me. “All of them. Now.”
The demanding edge to her voice has me flipping from soft to desperate so fast my head spins. I curl my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and tug them down her legs, dropping them to the floor as I slide off the couch and grab her right leg, spinning her around so I’m on my knees between her spread legs. The scent of her arousal has me feral as I wrap an arm around each of her thighs and yank her forward until her ass is practically hanging off the edge of the couch, leaning in and dragging my tongue through her slit, humming against her as her taste explodes in my mouth, making me hungry for more.
“Yesssss,” Amelia hisses, reaching down and tangling a hand in my hair to hold my mouth to her, but it’s unnecessary because I never, ever want to leave this spot. I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking it and flicking her with my tongue until she’s gasping and writhing against my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” I mutter, my words muffled as her hand tightens in my hair, shoving my head even closer to her. I could fucking drown right here against her perfect cunt, and I would die the happiest man on earth. “Pull my hair, Ames. I fucking love it when you do.”
She complies, tugging tighter and groaning when I slide two fingers inside her tight, hot cunt. I curl them up while I suck harder on her clit, and the way her pussy tightens around me has my cock leaking in my boxers, my hips rocking against the couch, trying to get some relief as my balls ache with the need for release.
Amelia bucks under me as I worship her pussy with my mouth and teeth and tongue, fucking my fingers in and out ofher and alternating between slow flicks on her clit and deep, hungry sucks.
“Elliot, shit,” she practically growls when I add a third finger and curl them as deep as I can. “I’m so close. God, don’t fucking stop.” As if I ever could. Her body arches and she moans, using the hand in my hair to tug my face right where she wants me. She’s wild, unhinged, as frantic as I am as she grinds against me, painting my face with her arousal. I want to fucking drown in it. In her.
The sounds of Amelia’s pleasure have my own pleasure climbing higher, electricity buzzing up my spine. I latch onto her clit and suck hard, pumping my fingers in and out of her in the same rhythm as she holds me tightly to her, her moans getting louder until she arches her back and explodes on a cry. The taste of her orgasm on my tongue and my name falling from her lips have pleasure slamming into me like a fist. I grunt against her as cum paints the inside of my boxers and Amelia rolls her hips against me, working herself through her orgasm as the waves of my own keep pummeling me.
We collapse at the same time. She melts back into the couch, her chest heaving and I lean forward, my forehead against her inner thigh, my breaths sawing in and out of my lungs.
“Holy. Fuck,” I manage, lifting my head to see Amelia looking back at me, her eyes heating as I pull my fingers from inside her, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean. “You taste amazing when you come for me, Ames.”
“You sure do know what to do with your mouth,” she says, her breaths still coming in pants. “We’re definitely doing that again.”
“Oh, baby, you should count on it. I love how you pulled my hair and took what was yours.”
