Chapter 37 #2
Leaning down, I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moans into me. Pulling away, I murmur against her lips, “Keep it open,” she does, and I move to suck her earlobe into my mouth while I push my thumb into hers.
She sucks on it eagerly, and I can’t wait to feel her lips around my cock. “That’s it.” I trail kisses down her neck, my hand wandering down to her tit. “You’re going to let me suck your nipples?”
She nods eagerly when I pull my thumb out of her mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Yeah? You don’t mind that?” I tease, leaning down to take her pebbled nipple into my mouth. She arches beneath me, a loud moan escaping her lips. I pull away with a soft pop and murmur, “This is serious business, Amelia. Did I say you could move?”
She shakes her head, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“No?” I prompt, blowing a warm breath over her now-damp nipple, making her squirm beneath me. “Use your words.”
“No,” she manages to press out.
“Then don’t fucking move. Stay right there, and let me suck on your tits, baby.”
Biting down gently on her nipple, I feel the small pebble harden against my tongue. Her tits are perfect, perfect in my hands. I suck on her nipple, and my hand slips between us, exploring her cunt, playing with her clit.
Amelia moans, her hips bucking against me. “Oh my God. Fu-uck,” she moans, her head thrown back.
“You like it when I play with you, don’t you?” I growl, feeling the heat and desperation in every word. “So damn horny, I can fucking feel it.”
“Yes,” she breathes out, already sounding wrecked.
We haven’t even started yet, baby.
“That’s right, respond to me. That’s a good girl,” I murmur, sliding a finger inside her, feeling just how soaked she is.
Holy shit.
She gasps as I let another finger slide in, a groan escaping my lips. My thumb circles her clit as I pump my fingers in and out of her. Amelia starts to pant, gripping the bed sheets.
“I love it when you breathe like that,” I murmur against her throat.
She’s getting close. I can feel it in the way her body tenses beneath me, how her cunt pulses around my fingers.
First, I’m going to make her come on my fingers, then I’m going to impale her on my cock.
I can’t fucking wait to push myself into her balls deep, but instead, I say, “I could do this all day. I could finger fuck you until Oliver and Misha come home, and if my hand gets tired, one of them could take over for me. Ever had three men making you come in one day?”
Why am I even asking this? I don’t want to know.
And the thought of having Oliver and Misha here should turn me off, but thinking about all our hands on her at the same time makes my cock weep even more.
“Misha’s the only one who ever made me come,” she gasps out.
Wait, what?
I don’t stop the movement of my fingers in her, my thumb still circling her clit when I reach out with my free hand and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “What did you just say?”
Did Misha pop her cherry?
“My ex never made me come,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
I can’t tell if I love or hate that fact.
I reach down to pinch her nipple, making her gasp. “Don’t talk about another man while I fuck you, no matter what I’m fucking you with.”
“But Misha—” She frowns before I make her gasp again when I rub her clit harder, her body writhing beneath me.
“Oliver and him don’t count. Nobody else, just us.”
“Just us,” she repeats.
Did she just agree to what we want to propose to her?
“Good girl.” Leaning down, I lick up her throat and whisper in her ear, “How many times did he make you come?”
She hesitates before answering, her body trembling with anticipation. “Two.”
“Sounds like you have to come three times for me.”
She whimpers, closing her eyes, “I can’t… I need—”
“Look at me. Look at me while I play with you.” Her breathing is heavy, her chest heaving as she stares up at me, her eyes wide with desire. “That’s it. Look at me.”
She moans, her body trembling as I bring her closer to the edge. “More,” she begs, her fingers gripping my wrist tightly.
“I’ll give you more.” I press my thumb down on her clit as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out in pleasure. She squeezes my wrist and pulls me into her, making me almost lose my mind. “Fuck, yes, come for me, baby… come for me.”
I watch as she comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. And in that moment, I know that she’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.
Even if I have to share her.
Slipping my fingers out of her, I circle her nipple before I trail them down her body, watching as they leave a wet trail and goose bumps in their wake.
My lips chase the path my fingers have blazed, pressing tender kisses and nips along the way. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath hitching as I make my way down to her core. Her heart is racing, matching the frantic beat of my own.
“The sounds you make drive me wild,” I murmur against her skin, each word a breath of heat. I’ll probably go crazy if I can’t fuck her soon. But damn.
Can’t have Misha win, can we?
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I spread her wide open for me.
I pause, drinking in the sight of her—pink, glistening, and swollen with want.
Unable to resist, I dip my head, drawing my tongue along her slit in a languid, exploratory stroke. She’s sweet and heady, a taste that’s uniquely hers, and I’m utterly intoxicated. Her gasp, the way her hips lift to meet my mouth, it’s an invitation I’m all too eager to accept.
I dive in, devouring her like a starving man.
My tongue laps at her, circling her clit before dipping inside her.
She tastes fucking amazing, and I can’t get enough.
Slipping my fingers inside her once more, I curl them in time with the strokes of my tongue.
Her response is visceral, her legs quivering, her hands fisting in my hair as she nears her peak.
“Oh my God. Grey…”
I watch, mesmerized, as she comes apart, her body arching, her voice crying out in ecstasy.
“Fuck, I fucking love it when you come,” I say, slowly stilling my fingers inside her as she rides out her orgasm. Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them to my lips, savoring the taste of her as I lick them clean. “You’re literally soaking wet,” I say, a smirk playing on my lips.
And all this for me.
“Please let me kiss you,” she begs, already looking spent.
I’m not done with you yet.
“You can kiss me, baby,” I say, moving up to meet her. I know she can taste herself on my lips, and I have to squeeze my cock over my sweatpants to release some pressure.
Breaking the kiss, I murmur against her swollen lips, “Are you ready for me?”
She nods eagerly, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip as anticipation dances in her eyes.
With swift movements, I discard my shirt and sweatpants. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I position it under her hips with a gentleness that belies my urgency.
“Oliver makes us do these health screenings every six months, but do you want me to use a condom?” I ask, remembering how she talked about taking birth control before.
“No.”
The air between us thickens even more, and I can’t wait any longer to feel her wrapped around me. I position myself between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit. “God, I need you,” I murmur, my hand gripping her hip tightly.
Amelia grips the back of my neck, tugging to bring my face back to hers. Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. “Then have me,” she whispers before crashing her lips back to mine.
I thrust inside her, filling her completely, and we gasp into each other’s mouths, bodies trembling with shared need. Fuck, I’m never leaving again.
“How’s that feel, baby?” I ask, each word punctuated by a ragged breath.
“So good,” she breathes out, her head thrown back in pleasure.
But that makes me worried about her putting too much pressure on the bump on her head.
“Look at me,” I command, and her gaze locks onto mine as I begin to fuck her.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her body taking everything I give, holding her breath.
I lean in closer, pressing my lips near her ear.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur, each word a soft encouragement.
“You’re taking me so well.” Her moan is my reward, her legs locking around my waist as I hit the sweet spot within her perfect tight cunt.
As I feel her coiling tighter, her inner walls gripping me, I know she’s close again. Her gaze locks onto mine, filled with lust and a hint of reverence that only fuels my own desire as I reach between us to rub her clit. “Can you give me one more?” I ask, my breaths ragged.
Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, then open with a fierce determination. “Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Fuck.
I begin to move faster, harder. The room fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our heavy breaths, and our urgent moans.
The familiar tension builds in my balls, the onset of my release. “Baby, I’m close,” I manage, my breath hitching as the sensation intensifies.
“I know,” she pants, her hips bucking against me in time with my thrusts. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
Holy…
I rub her clit in time with my thrusts until her body shudders, and a low cry escapes her lips. Her inner walls clamp down on me, milking me with each throbbing pulse. Her orgasm ripples through her body while I continue to thrust, feeling her wetness coating my cock.
With a final, powerful thrust, I shatter too.
The sensation is indescribable as if the world itself has been torn apart and stitched back together in the span of a few breaths.
We’re both spent, but I don’t pull out of her quite yet.
Instead, I hold her close, my lips trailing along her neck, her scent intoxicating and mixed with mine.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
She is.
“You’re everything,” I murmur against her skin before slowly pulling out of her.
Amelia gasps at the loss but wraps herself around me tighter as I guide myself to lay beside her, pulling her leg over my hip and placing my cock at her entrance once more.
“You’re mine,” I whisper hoarsely, pushing back inside her slowly but surely until we’re connected again from hips to chest—our hearts beating together now.
She runs a hand through my hair in affection, both of us lost in the aftermath, our breathing slowly evening out.
I can’t deny the satisfaction of feeling Amelia’s body welcoming me back in as we come down from the high.
Keeping my cock warm as the air around us cools, the sticky heat of our sex dissipating, leaving a sense of calm and contentment in its place.
In this moment, there is only us, only the beating of our hearts and the hushed whisper of our breaths.
We are one, and it’s a feeling I never want to lose.