Nineteen
Ameila
G oing through my nighttime routine, I feel the anxiety coursing through my veins.
Why am I so nervous? Ugh! This is stupid.
I’ve been looking in the mirror for two minutes now and can’t force myself to move, even though I have no real reason to be in here anymore.
It’s been five years since I’ve had sex.
I wonder if Pam is too drunk to answer a text . . .
Regardless of my nerves, I know that I want this, and more than that, I want it with Luke. He makes me feel more than I have in a long time. He supports me and hasn’t pushed for anything . . .
Okay, he pushed for that first date, but he seems to be understanding that I own a business and that it’s important to me.
He’s also interested in what my business is. Maybe he’s just acting like that so he can get laid.
I shake that thought from my head as I take a breath and place my hands on the counter with my head down.
Penny nudges my leg, and I give her a pet. “Do you need to go outside one more time, my perfect princess?”
“I just let her in,” I hear from behind me, and I jump.
“Jesus, Luke! You scared the shit out of me,” I say and turn my head to look at him, and my breath catches.
If I thought he was good looking with a shirt on, Luke without a shirt is downright gorgeous.
His body is sculpted, but not like he spends hours at the gym bodybuilding. No, his muscles are from his job. The tattoo on his back peeks over his shoulder and snakes down his bicep, and I’ve never wanted to lick something so bad in my life.
I’m pretty sure I’m drooling a little as I continue to check out his body.
A chuckle brings my eyes to his.
Busted.
The smirk on his perfect lips makes him even more attractive.
“You like what you see, sweetness?” he says with laughter in his voice.
I roll my eyes. “You know I do.”
He leans on the doorframe and crosses his arms across his broad chest, and his expression turns serious. “Nothing has to happen that you aren’t comfortable with, Amelia. I can sleep on the couch. I’ll never do anything that you don’t want to do.”
How does he always seem to know exactly what I’m thinking . . .
I turn to face him. “I’m just nervous . . . It’s been a long time, and I really like you.”
He stands up straight, and his eyes feel like they are staring into my soul as he walks toward me. “I really like you too, sweetness, and I want you to know you run this show. If all you want to do is sleep, just say the word.”
Why does he have to always say the most perfect things?
He means it too.
If I said I wasn’t ready, he would respect that.
“I want this, I promise.”
That’s all the permission he needs because he walks me backward until I’m against the counter, and I don’t know who moves first, but our lips meet, and my anxiety melts into desire. A moan escapes me when he nips my bottom lip, and he takes advantage, pushing his tongue in and deepening the kiss.
My hands are tangled in his hair, trying to pull him closer, and he groans as I pull the strands.
Without breaking the kiss, he bends a little and lifts me up onto the counter, then moves to peel my sleep shirt over my head. Pulling his mouth from mine, he lifts the shirt the rest of the way over my head. He stops and takes a moment to look at my body, and I immediately want to cover up, but I force myself not to move.
I remind myself that I’m proud of my body, even though it’s not the same as when I was twenty-five.
“You are so beautiful, Am,” he whispers as his eyes roam over the expanse of my exposed skin.
And at that moment, all of my current insecurities fade away when I see the look in his eyes as he stares at my tits and his pupils dilate.
“So you’re a boob man, eh?” My chuckle ends with a moan as he grabs my chin, tilts my head to the side, and kisses me right behind my ear.
Holy shit, why is that so hot?
“Nah, I’m an Amelia kind of man,” he says as he kisses down my neck.
He moves one hand from the side of my face down my chest, making my body light up, and he pinches one nipple as he latches onto the other.
I groan at the onslaught of sensations.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, baby,” he says against my breast, and I roll my hips, trying to get closer.
“Do you need more, sweetness? Tell me what you need.” He switches his mouth to the other side and bites my nipple.
I gasp. “More, I need more.”
“More what, baby? More of this?” he says before biting my nipple again.
“Yes,” I groan.
“What about this?” He moves his hand lower to my shorts. “Are you wet for me, sweetness?”
When he slides his hand down my shorts, we both groan as his fingers brush my clit.
“Look at you, pretty girl, already so wet for me,” he says as I pull his head to me, and our kiss becomes frantic.
I can’t get close enough to him. My hands drop to his pants, and my fingers fumble as I try to get his belt off. He brings his hand down to help me with the button and zipper. With one hand, I push his jeans down, the other going to his dick, and he jerks in my hand.
He circles my clit once more and moves his hand lower, teasing my slit. “I need you to come for me, baby. Can you do that?” he says as he pushes a finger inside.
My eyes roll as my orgasm builds embarrassingly fast.
He adds a second finger, and my eyes open. He’s staring down at where my hand is moving rhythmically up and down his dick, following the pace he set with his hand. His palm brushes my clit, and he brings his eyes up to meet mine.
“I can feel your pussy flutter around my fingers, you’re so close. Let go, sweetness,” he says, angling his fingers to hit that hidden spot that makes me see stars.
He flattens his palm on my clit, and that’s all it takes.
I cry out as my orgasm consumes me.
“There you go. You’re so tight, baby. You feel so good strangling my fingers.” He groans.
My hand never stops moving on his dick as he removes his hand from my shorts. He brushes my cum on my bottom lip and crashes his mouth onto mine.
Our mouths break apart, and he says, “I knew you would taste like the sweetest thing.”
Without breaking eye contact, he puts his hand on mine, making me grip him tighter, showing me how he likes it.
The need to taste him overcomes me, and I slide off the counter and drop to my knees.
“What are you . . . holy . . . fuck yes.” He moans as I take him into my mouth, and I groan as his flavor explodes on my tongue.
I bring one hand up and wrap it around his length, looking up at him as I increase my pace. My eyes roll with pleasure as he brushes my hair out of my face and pulls it back.
Gripping my hair tighter, he pulls me closer, hitting the back of my throat.
My muscles tighten around him as I gag. He tries to pull me back, but I hold myself in place, showing him that I like it.
“You like that, baby? You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He groans, his eyes hooded as he starts to loosen his grip on my hair. “Your mouth feels so good. I’m going to come.” He moves his hand from my hair so I can pull away, but I keep going.
I want everything this man can give me more than I want my next breath. He moans my name as he comes down my throat, and I swallow everything he gives me.
My heart is racing as I slowly pull off his length. I fight to catch my breath.
As I raise my eyes to meet his, desire crackles between us, causing my pussy to clench. He leans down and slams his mouth onto mine.
Pulling away, he slides his hands around my waist and throws me over his shoulder. Kicking his pants and boxers off, he starts toward my bed.
I can’t hold back my giggle.
He spanks my ass. “What’s so funny, baby? You and that perfect pussy and your perfect little mouth are going to come and scream my name one more time before I fuck you.”
He tosses me down on the bed, and I bounce once but can’t take my eyes off him. His cock is already half-hard again, and I rub my legs together to ease the growing ache.
“Do you need something, baby?” he says, crawling to me.
“Yeah, you,” I say, unsure where this bravery is coming from.
“You got me. Tell me what you really need,” he asks between kisses up my body.
“I want you to kiss me.”
He leans over me, his arms on either side of my head, smirking. “I can do that.”
His mouth descends hard.
It’s like we need each other to breathe. I claw at his back to try and bring him closer.
He moves his lips lower until they’re pressed against the crook of my neck. I move my head to the side to give him more access as he slowly runs his fingers down my body with feather-light touches.
Need pulses through me as his fingers find my wet slit. I’ve never wanted to feel someone inside me so desperately.
He nips at my neck and says, “I’m going to eat this pussy until your legs are trembling. Then, I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours until you can’t walk.”
I moan as he slides two fingers oh so slowly into my wet core and keeps whispering into my ear. “I want you to remember everything we do every time you move tomorrow.”
His fingers speed up, and he lightly brushes against my clit. The wave of euphoria builds, but before it claims me, his fingers are gone.
“No! I was so close!” I moan in protest.
“You’re such a needy girl, Amelia.” He smirks down at me, trailing his eyes along my naked body, causing me to shiver.
I’ve never felt as wanted as I do right in this moment.
He moves lower, kissing and nipping down my body. When he settles between my legs and puts them over his shoulders, he presses soft kisses to my inner thighs, and my eyes close as I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me,” he demands, and my eyes snap open just as he licks up my folds.
“Oh, fuck, Luke.” I grip the sheets under me when he nips at my clit, my hips bucking upward.
My eyes never leave his—I don’t think I could if I tried.
“You look so beautiful, sweetness.” A smile takes over his face before he dives back in, bringing me to heights I never thought I could go.
“Luke, keep going. Please don’t stop,” I beg, one hand moving to his hair as my heels dig into his back.
He eats me like I’m his last meal.
I’m teetering on the edge when he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides one finger into my wet slit, and that’s all it takes for me to explode.
The noises leaving my mouth don’t even sound like my own as I come harder than I ever have before. He doesn’t give me more than a second to recover before climbing back up my body.
Luke presses his lips to mine, and the taste of myself lingers on his tongue as it slides against mine. Sitting up just enough to lean over, he pulls a condom from his wallet that he must have put on the nightstand when he came into my room. He tears the corner with his teeth and rolls it on.
Why is that so hot?
Leaning back down, he kisses me again, this time slower. I feel his hard cock at my entrance.
He pulls back, his eyes searching mine. Maybe for approval, but he already has it. He could do anything he wants to me. I’m ready for it.
“Fuck me, Luke.”
A smirk takes over his face as he pushes forward, entering me in one hard thrust. I hiss as his head drops to my shoulder and he groans. His breath on my shoulder causes me to shiver.
“You’re so fucking tight. Are you okay?” he says, and his jaw ticks.
“I’m fine . . . it’s just been a while,” I say before he pulls back and slowly enters me again.
He keeps his pace slow, and it drives me crazy. The ache he’s creating is both perfect and teasing at the same time.
“Luke, for the love of all things holy, I need you to fuck me. Please,” I practically beg.
His chuckle hits my ears before he pulls out and flips me over onto my hands and knees, pulling my ass up to give himself a better angle. He thrusts back into me hard, shoving me forward on the bed from the force.
“Yesss,” I moan.
It’s perfect. The angle allows him to hit all the right spots.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetness? You want me to fuck you hard?” He grabs my hair and pulls, causing me to arch my back more. “Make you scream my name?” he says as he pounds into me from behind.
His thrusts become faster and harder, sending me closer to the edge once again.
Can a girl really come this many times in a matter of an hour? Or is this some kind of dick magic? Because holy fuck, my BOB doesn’t even make me come this hard.
“I want you to come on my cock, baby. Can you do that for me?”
I moan as he leans over me, and the change in angle drives his cock even deeper inside me, and I explode.
Dots blur my vision as I come so hard I scream his name.
Just as I’m coming down, Luke flips me onto my back and enters me again in one hard thrust.
“I want to see you when I come.”
Digging his fingers into my hips, he comes with a roar.
His eyes never leave mine.
I don’t know how, but his orgasm triggers another small orgasm for me. I can’t believe I brought this man so much pleasure, and I close my eyes at the feelings coursing through my body.
His head falls next to mine as he works to catch his breath. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Thank you for giving me that.”
I open my eyes, and I have to blink back tears. I’ve never felt more cherished, and it’s not just the sex—that was amazing—it’s the little things that he does even though we’re barely even together.
He gets off the bed, ties the condom, and heads to the bathroom to throw it away. The water turns on, and I slightly lift my head, too boneless to sit up, to try and see what he’s doing.
I’m shocked when he returns with a washcloth and cleans me up.
I feel the heat of my blush as he does it.
Once he finishes, he leans over and kisses my forehead before taking the washcloth back to the bathroom and putting it in the sink. The bed dips, and he lies down next to me, pulling me into his chest and kissing the top of my head.
A lazy smile takes over my face as happiness fills my chest as I lie against him.
It doesn’t take long until his breathing evens out as he falls asleep. I have so many things going through my head, but even that doesn’t stop me from falling asleep with a smile on my face, feeling lighter than I’ve felt in a long time.