Chapter 31 #3
I’m always putting others first, making sure everyone else is happy and fine. But I never take what I want, never look for what makes me happy.
I’m so done with putting everyone else above myself, even my best friend.
It’s been days, and he still hasn’t made a move.
It’s been days, and she still looks at me like that.
“Hey,” I whisper, and she leans back only a little to look at me. I can feel her breath on my lips. “Tell me what you want from me.”
There is a question in her eyes before amusement fills them as if she thinks I’m joking, then she’s hiding her face in my neck again.
“Amelia.” Her name leaves my lips like a sigh. Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her away enough to look into her eyes again. I search them, and when I only see confusion, I lean in and kiss up her jawline.
“What are you…” she asks in a husky voice before her breath hitches when I kiss down her throat.
“I’m doing what I should have done four days ago,” I murmur against her skin.
Now, she leans away, looking down at me in shock. “But I thought… I mean… we’re friends?”
I cup her cheek, stroking her with my thumb. “Ladybug…” She squirms on my lap, and I have to groan and close my eyes, grabbing her hip with my other hand to keep her still, but it doesn’t help.
I’m so fucking hard it hurts.
This woman.
“Amelia, in the manliest way ever, I need to kiss you, or I’m going to cry.”
I thought this would make her smile, but the only thing it does is make her mouth open on a pant, and I let my thumb swipe over her bottom lip.
That plush fucking lip.
“Do you still want me?” I whisper, hoping we’re not in the same situation from days ago with reversed roles.
“I do,” she whispers, and my heart skips a beat.
“Thank fuck.” The words ride on a groan, something bittersweet.
Our lips meet, and the kiss is slow at first, tender, testing but quickly turns hungry and demanding. Every breath, every sigh, is charged with the tension we’ve been holding back.
Amelia’s fingers dig into my damp hair, pulling me closer, and I wrap my arms around her, pressing her tightly against me. The feel of her body against mine, the taste of her lips, it’s intoxicating.
I can hardly think, can hardly breathe. All I know is that I want more.
I trail my fingers down her back, feeling the damp fabric clinging to her skin, and then slide my hands under her waistband, caressing the tender skin of the top of her ass cheeks. She gasps into my mouth, her hips instinctively grinding against mine, and I have to stifle another groan.
We break apart for air, our foreheads resting against each other’s. Her breath is warm and ragged against my lips, her eyes dark and filled with desire.
I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the way she shivers under my touch. When my lips reach her chest, I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth through the fabric of her shirt, sucking gently.
Amelia moans softly, her hands gripping my shoulders. The sound sends a jolt through me, and I suck harder, feeling the fabric dampen even more against my tongue. Her back arches, pressing her chest closer to my mouth, and I switch to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.
Her breath comes in shallow gasps now, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continue my ministrations. Her heartbeat is fast and erratic, matching my own.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I want you so much,” I murmur against her chest, my breath heavy with need. Then I capture her lips again, this time more urgently. The rain outside, the cold, none of it matters anymore.
It’s just us.
“Show me,” she whispers against my mouth. “Show me how much.”
With those words, the last of my restraint snaps. I kiss her with everything I have, my hands gripping her hips as I guide her against me. Her nails scrape against my back, and the sensation is maddening.
I pour all my feelings into the kiss while my hands roam her body and find the hem of her shirt. With a questioning look that she answers with a nod, I slide my hands up her side, lifting it over her head.
Her skin is cool to the touch, and I take a moment to admire her beauty, the way she looks at me with trust and longing. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, running my hand up her stomach to between her breasts, memorizing every inch of her.
My fingers trace the curves of her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. Lowering my head again, my mouth finds her nipples once more. I suck and tease, feeling her body respond. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and I can feel her grinding against me, seeking relief.
“Please,” she breathes out, her voice desperate.
I pull her closer, my hand slipping down her stomach to under her waistband. “I’ve got you,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’ll always have you.” Looking into her eyes, my fingers tease the edge of her underwear. “Is this okay?” I murmur, searching her gaze for any hesitation.
She nods, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes.”
I slide my hand inside her underwear, finding her already wet.
Goddamn.
She moans quietly, her head falling back as I begin to explore her, my fingers seeking out her most sensitive spots.
Pressing a finger against her clit, I circle it slowly, and she gasps, her hips bucking against the pressure of my hand. I smirk, feeling a surge of satisfaction at her response, my touch becoming more confident.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you,” I murmur against the side of her throat. Her laugh is breathy and turns into a moan when I slip a finger inside her, curling it to find that perfect spot.
“Misha…” She gasps, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand.
“For me, you are, isn’t that right? Admit it,” I command huskily.
“Y-yes,” she whispers quickly, the word coming out broken as her eyes find mine.
“Yeah? Mmm. Now, say it slower.”
“Yeees,” she whispers slowly before I steal the breath from her lips with another kiss.
Leaning back, she bites her lip, her eyes half-closed, completely lost in the sensation. “Don’t stop,” she breathes out, her hands clutching at my shoulders, desperate for more.
I can give you more.
I slip another finger inside her, increasing the pressure, and she cries out, her nails digging into my skin. My cock is straining with need, and all I can think about is sinking deep into her, feeling every inch of her wet, warm, perfect little pussy.
I wanna fuck her so badly.
She tightens around my fingers, her body trembling as I push her closer to the edge.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I know she’s close.
Her body tenses, her breath catching in her throat, and then she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her.
I keep moving, drawing out her pleasure until she’s shuddering against me, completely spent.
I hold her close, her breath warm and ragged against my neck. Trying to steady my own breathing, I attempt to calm myself, but it’s no use. This hard-on is here to stay.
“I’m on birth control,” she whispers, and my mind goes blank.
“You what?” I ask, panting as I kiss her cheek.
“I’m on birth control and clear,” she says again, a blush spreading across her pretty cheeks when she lets me see her face.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, both hope and concern clear in my words.
This is all happening so fast.
I don’t want her to regret anything in the morning.
Because I won’t.
She nods, her gaze unwavering. “I want you.”
Thank you, universe.
Turning her in my lap, I sit her on my knee before I push myself up from the seat to tug down my sweatpants, the cool air sharp on my already leaking cock. Then, together, we slip her sweats and underwear down, revealing the smooth skin of her hips and thighs.
With a firm but tender touch, I pull her back against my chest, feeling her soft curves against me. My lips brush against her ear as I whisper, “Then put me inside you, Amelia.”
Her breath hitches before she reaches down to grab my cock.
She pumps it a few times, almost making me whimper, and then she guides me to her entrance.
Slowly, she lowers herself onto me, inch by agonizing inch, and we both gasp when I fill her completely.
The tight, wet heat of her surrounds me, and I have to fight not to just push her down on the seat and take her from behind.
I want this slow and steady.
“You’re so wet,” I groan out as she begins to move, rocking her hips against me, and I grip her waist, helping her find a rhythm.
The sensation is exquisite, and I can hardly believe this is real. Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, every movement sending waves of pleasure through me.
She moans in response, her movements becoming more urgent. “Fuck,” she gasps out, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Misha.”
“You like this, don’t you?” I murmur against her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe before trailing hot, desperate kisses down her neck while she rides me. “You love being naughty for me.”
She laughs breathlessly, her body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, God, yes,” she cries out, her voice a mix of need and surrender.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper, though the words are rougher now, tinged with the strain of holding back.
I know I’m not going to last long like this, fucking her raw for the first time, but I want to make it good for her.
“Now come again for me. I want to feel you come around my cock,” I grit out, the need to drive into her with abandon almost too much.
Her body tenses, responding to my words, but she doesn’t come right away.
The tension inside me tightens like a coil, ready to snap.
I let out a low curse between clenched teeth as I increase the pace, thrusting deeper from beneath her, hitting that spot inside her with every desperate movement.
Her breath quickens, her moans grow louder, and I can feel her getting closer with each passing second.
I reach around to her front, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts. “That’s it,” I murmur against her neck, desire roughening my words. “Just like that. Let go for me.”
Her hips buck against mine, her hands clutching at my thighs for support, nails digging in, leaving marks that I’ll feel for days.
Good.
The pleasure building in her radiates through my body, driving me closer to the edge. I know she’s almost there. I can feel it in the way her body tightens around me, the way she trembles in my arms.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan out, the control I’m clinging to slipping fast. “Come for me, Amelia. I need to feel you. I’m desperate for it.”
With a strangled cry, her body arches, and she comes, her muscles clenching around me with a force that rips the breath from my lungs.
The sensation is overwhelming, a wave that crashes over me, dragging me under.
I let myself go, surrendering to the intense pleasure of her climax as it triggers my own, my body shuddering as I buck my hips up into her while I pull her down on me, spilling into her.
We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. Slowly, we come down from the high, and I hold her close, feeling the aftershocks running through her as I stroke her stomach.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face to kiss her cheek.
She nods, a satisfied smile on her lips as she leans back against me. “More than okay,” she murmurs, her eyes shining with contentment. “That was perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” I reply, holding her close. “And I’m so lucky I’ve found you.”
She stays wrapped in my arms as the rain continues to fall outside the fogged-up windows, and I know that no matter what happens next, no matter what happens with the guys when I tell them what I just did… what we just did… I have her.
We have each other.
And we’ll figure out the rest.