“Says who?”
I take a step towards her so we’re standing toe to toe, chests heaving, breaths mingling. I slide my hands around until they’re palming her ass. “Says. Me.” I punctuate each word with a light slap on her ass, and for a second, I think maybe I’ve gone too far, but then Amelia’s eyes alight with interest, her mouth turning up in a sly smile.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Amelia spins around so she’s facing the bed, her back to my chest. Winding my arms around her waist, I skate my hands up her torso to cup her lace-covered breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples before I pinch them hard enough to have her gasping.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I whisper into her ear, sucking her earlobe into my mouth and biting down until she hisses, then licking the spot with my tongue. Stepping back, I unclasp her bra and let it drop to the floor. With a hand between her shoulder blades, I push her down, bending her over the bed while my other hand slides down her back, grasping the thin waistband of her thong, dipping my fingers inside just enough to graze the top of her ass. Amelia sucks in a breath, gripping the white down comforter with both hands.
Looking down at Amelia bent over for me, face down, ass in the air, making herself vulnerable like this and trusting me to take care of her, my heart thuds against my ribs, my brain swimming with one word and one word only.
Mine.
Reaching back, I tear my shirt over my head and shove my pants down so I’m standing over her in nothing but my boxers and then bend down over her back until my mouth is at her ear. “Here’s what’s going to happen right now. I’m going to make you come, over and over again, until you think there’s no way you can take anymore. And when you scream my name and beg me to stop, I’m going to make you come again.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” she gasps out.
I attach my mouth to the place where her neck meets her shoulder and suck, satisfaction rolling through me when her hips jerk back off the bed. “That’s what you think.”
Amelia moans, shifting her hips under me and pressing her thighs together. “Louder, baby. Let me hear those moans. Let everyone in this hotel hear you while you rub that needy pussy over the bed, clenching around nothing while you wait for me to fill you. I love all your sounds. I’m already so fucking hard for you. Can you feel what you do to me?” I flex my hips forward, my rock-hard dick sliding between her ass cheeks.
“I want you inside me,” she gasps out. “Please.”
I chuckle, lifting my hips away from her and pushing up to stand. “Later. First, you’re going to come on my fingers.” With one hard yank, I tear her thong off her body. Amelia’s body jerks in surprise, another gasp tearing from her throat. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes filled with a dark desire that has satisfaction arrowing through me.
“Then, you’re going to come on my face.” I lift her thong to my nose, breathing in deeply, the scent of her making my head spin and my cock leak in my boxers. Amelia’s jaw drops as she watches me, her pupils blown wide and her eyes tracking my every movement. I drop the ruined thong and bend over her again, licking a path up her back then planting my hands on either side of her head, dipping my head to run my nose up the column of her neck.
“Then, you’re going to come on my cock until the only word on your lips is my name and the only thought in your head is how perfect we are together. How does that sound?”
“Like I want you to do all of that as soon as possible,” she says, her tone breathy and laced with desire.
“Good answer,” I say, dropping to my knees behind her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
AMELIA
Holy fucking shitballs, this is how I go. I’m sure of it.
No human body is built to withstand this level of arousal, and with Elliot on his knees behind me, I’m confident I’m about to burst into flames. With my face pressed into the bed, I can’t see him, and not knowing when or where he’s going to touch me heightens every single sensation until I think I’m going to crawl out of my own skin from the wanting.
I shake my hips back and forth, hoping that it’ll spur him on, but it only makes him let out that low chuckle I’m sure is going to be the end of me. “Look at my needy girl,” he drawls. “So fucking desperate for me to fill her. I bet your pussy is dripping for me. Should I check and see?”
“Please,” I gasp, twisting my fingers in the comforter. “Please, please touch me.”
Elliot presses a kiss to one of my ass cheeks and then the other. “What my needy girl wants, my needy girl gets. Especially when you beg so well for me.” Without warning, Elliot shovesmy legs further apart and plunges two fingers inside me from behind.
“Fuck,” I yell out, my hips rocketing off the bed so suddenly I’m shocked my ass doesn’t just knock Elliot right over. But bless this gorgeous man with what I’m now almost positive are latent pleasure dom tendencies because he doesn’t budge, except to twist his fingers deeper inside me. At this angle, it doesn’t take much for him to hit me in exactly the right spot, and my entire body lights right up.
“I was right,” Elliot practically sings, sliding his other hand over my left hip and dipping down to circle my clit with the most perfect pressure that has pleasure coiling tightly in my belly. “You’re drenched, Amelia, and so warm. So tight. So perfect, the way your pussy sucks my fingers right in. I’m so fucking hard for you. I can’t wait to slide my dick inside you, make love to you until the sun comes up.”
“Oh, my god.” I moan as Elliot fucks me with his fingers at the same pace as he circles my clit, curling them deep inside me to hit the spot that belongs to him and him alone. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop. I need…”
Something.
Anything.
Everything.
“I know what you need,” Elliot grinds out, his hand coming down on my clit in a tight slap that has every muscle in my body clenching tight. He adds a third finger, rubbing them mercilessly against my front wall until the tight ball of pleasure snaps.
