6. Amelia
6
AMELIA
I blink against the soft light pouring through the window, then stretch my sore muscles and smile at the memory of last night. Adrian’s woodsy scent fills my lungs and I roll over, ready to curl up against him and possibly wake him up with a kiss.
To my disappointment, I'm alone in bed. My heart drops as insecurity sweeps through me. Adrian said he loved my curves, but maybe he realized he was way out of my league. Does he regret what we did? Is he afraid I'm going to be too clingy because he took my virginity?
I force myself to take a deep breath and slow the racing thoughts in my mind. It’s then that I hear the water running in the bathroom. He didn’t leave me, he’s taking a shower.
All kinds of filthy thoughts flood my mind and I’m suddenly wide awake and eager to see Adrian’s massive, muscled frame dripping with water. I hop out of bed, still naked, and slip into the bathroom. Steam curls around me, kissing my skin and making me aware of every inch of my sensitive body.
“Amelia?” Adrian asks, opening the shower door just enough to peek out. I catch his eye, a fresh wave of need washing over me when he grins seductively. He knows exactly why I’m here. “See something you like?”
“Yeah,” I reply, closing the distance between us and pulling him down for a kiss.
It’s just as explosive as I remember, our tongues warring for control as his hands stroke my body up and down. He cups my ass and lifts me up, placing me next to him in the shower. Hot water stings my skin deliciously, spiking the pleasure already building up deep in my core.
"Fuck, Amelia. I missed you. Missed these lips," he murmurs as he kisses me again, short and sweet. "Missed your skin." He trails kisses across my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone. "Missed these perfect breasts," he groans, sucking one of my breasts in his mouth while flicking the nipple on my other breast with his thumb. Everything he does drives me crazy with want and need.
“It’s been like eight hours since we… ya know,” I tease.
“Too damn long,” he grunts, making me giggle. My laughter turns into wanton moans as he kisses lower, kneeling before me. His hands rest on my hips, guiding me backward so I'm leaning against the wall of the shower. “I’ve been dying for another taste.”
I whimper at his words, loving the dirty way he’s talking to me. He nips at my hip bone and blazes a trail of kisses to my other hip bone, where he sucks and nips the skin. His hands massage my ass, then grip lower on my thighs.
Adrian guides one leg up over his shoulder, giving him complete access to my soaked pussy. I feel exposed, but not in a bad way. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. He looks like he’s about to go out of his mind with need, and I feel the same.
He turns his head and sinks his teeth into the thigh that is slung over his shoulder, kissing away the sting.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
I nod and dig my fingers into his hair, urging him forward.
He chuckles. “You want it bad, don’t you, Amelia? Want my tongue inside your juicy pussy?”
Before I can reply, he devours me.
He flattens his tongue and runs it from my entrance to my clit. Again. Again . I buck my hips and moan his name. Adrian spears his tongue deep inside my channel, causing my channel to pulse around him and release a wave of wetness. Adrian growls, the vibrations echoing off every nerve in my body.
He pulls his tongue out and thrusts it back in, fucking me with his mouth while rubbing my clit with his thumb. It’s almost too much, I feel myself getting close already. So close…
Adrian withdraws his tongue and finger and I cry out at the loss.
“I’ve got you, beautiful. I’ll always take care of you.”
He licks my tight ball of nerves, drawing figure eights with his tongue, over and over. And then he slams two fingers in my entrance and my body jerks, back arching off of the wall.
Adrian moves his other hand from my hip to my stomach, spreading his fingers out over my stomach, keeping me pinned to the wall while also intensifying the pressure I feel building again in my lower abdomen.
“D-don’t stop, please…”
He pumps his fingers faster, curling them up and hitting my most sensitive spot. My thighs jerk together and he strokes the spot again.
“I’ve got you, let go for me, come all over my face.”
He returns his attention to my clit, alternating between fast, slow, hard, and soft licks. Then, he sucks my little nub into his mouth and softly bites down. That's it. My orgasm rips through me.
“Oh fuck, Adrian!” I nearly scream.
He replaces his fingers with his tongue, lapping up all of my cum as my pussy convulses around him, squeezing his tongue as he massages my walls. I can feel the doubts from earlier this morning melt off of my bones and pool in my core, dripping out of me as Adrian sucks it all in.
The last of my orgasm fades and I slump against Adrian. He stands up and kisses me, long and deep, slow and passionate. I taste myself on him and it’s so fucking hot. He slides his hands up to my hips and I throw my arms around his neck, forcing the kiss to go deeper.
He finally breaks the kiss and nuzzles my neck, kissing my shoulder.
“Goddamn, Amelia. Love watching you come apart in my hands, in my mouth. Fucking beautiful.”
He lifts his head and rests it on my forehead. We’re both breathing heavily, sharing the same air, the same intensity. I slide my hands down his neck, over his chest, down his well-defined abs, and grip his hard cock. He hisses and throws his head back.
"Your turn," I grin up at him.
“Shit, Amelia…”
I kneel before him and he puts his hands on the wall in front of him to steady himself. I stroke him a few more times and then lick the head of his cock like a lollipop. I don't know what I'm doing, but the look in my man's eyes lets me know I'm on the right track.
“Fuck, yes. God…” Adrian clenches his jaw, the muscles in his neck straining as I push him higher and higher.
I feel so powerful, commanding the strength of this beast of a man before me. I open my mouth and slowly ease as much of him into me as I can. He squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back. I love knowing I am giving him this pleasure. Even though I just came, seeing Adrian Like this has me so turned on I’m ready to go again.
“Goddamn, beautiful, that’s it, that’s so fucking it…”
When his length hits the back of my throat, I swallow him down. Adrian’s eyes flash open and a guttural moan rips out of him. I continue to suck and swallow, massaging his massive length. He looks down at me with such awe and I can’t wait to taste him exploding in my mouth.
Adrian, however, has other plans.
He pulls out of my mouth with a pop and lifts me up into his arms. “You’re incredible, Amelia, but I want to be inside of you. Fuck that, I need to come inside your perfect pussy.”
Before I can respond, he captures my mouth in a frantic kiss, all teeth and tongue, and fire, while guiding me backward until my back hits the wall. He breaks the kiss to lift me up into his arms. My legs automatically wrap around his hips and I feel his hard cock rub up and down my slit.
“Yes,” I moan, grinding against him.
He growls but continues to slide his length through my folds, not penetrating me. His cock slides across my clit, winding that coil deep within tighter and tighter with each stroke.
Adrian's mouth roams over my neck, chest, nipples, and everywhere in between. The heat of his tongue and the sting of his teeth peppering my skin set my nerves on fire. My fingers tangle in his hair as I hold on for dear life.
Finally, finally, he thrusts his cock deep inside of me while biting down on my nipple. The coil snaps and I instantly come, pulsing and shaking in his arms. My scream is caught in my throat, I forget to breathe, and all I can do is drown in wave after wave of pleasure as it washes over me and leaks out from between my thighs.
“Love when you fall apart for me. So damn beautiful, love. You feel so good.” Adrian licks my neck and nibbles at my pulse point. I feel his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Breathe, sweet girl. Take a breath for me.”
I drag air into my lungs, the oxygen pulling pleasure along with it while traveling into my bloodstream and coursing throughout my body. Adrian chuckles as he pulls my earlobe through his teeth.
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive. I love it. Love seeing you lost in pleasure.”
All I can do is moan at this point.
“I have to move, baby.”
With that, he pulls out and slams back into me, setting a punishing pace. His fingers tighten around my thighs as he holds me in place, pounding into me again and again. It hurts so fucking good, feeling his cock stretch me, his fingers bruise me, his teeth sink into me.
I tilt my head back and he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries in an all-consuming kiss. He rests his forehead on mine and grunts with each thrust of his hips. I didn’t think I had anything left in me, but I feel the pressure building again in my core, quickly overwhelming me as my legs start to shake.
What is this man doing to me?
Adrian pulls his head back enough to look me in the eyes. His blue gaze is so intense, but I can’t look away. “Come for me, Amelia. One more time, sweet girl, I need you to come.” I close my eyes as I reach the point of no return. “Eyes on me, Amelia. I want to watch your orgasm destroy you.”
I snap my eyes open right as pleasure overtakes my body. Adrian’s cock swells inside of me and explodes as another wave of pleasure vibrates through me, through him, through us, breathing, pulsing together as one.
“ Fuck , Amelia, Amelia…” he chants my name over and over as the last of our orgasm slips away, dripping down between us.
The moment lasts forever. We never break eye contact, and I can see every emotion Adrian is feeling, just like I know he can see all of me in this moment, so raw and unfiltered.
Adrian sets me down, keeping one hand around my waist while his other hand goes behind me, bracing himself on the wall. We’re both still shaking, and it seems Adrian is about as unsteady as I am on my feet right now.
He tucks me into his chest, resting his forehead on the wall, covering me with his entire body like he's shielding me from everything outside of this moment. I place a gentle kiss on his chest before burying my head there and wrapping my arms around his waist.
Neither one of us says a word as we separate. Adrian grabs the body wash and pours some in his hand before rubbing it all over my body, taking in every curve with such reverence. I do the same to him, soaping up his chest and arms, taking time to memorize the contours of his body.
He turns the water off and dries me with a fluffy towel, then pauses to cup my face in his hands, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs. I didn't even know I was crying. I look into his sky-blue eyes and see such tenderness there, such depth. I try to look away but he turns my face back toward his.
“I felt it too, Amelia. That was…”
“Everything,” I finish for him.
He nods and rests his forehead on mine.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper.
“Never, sweet girl. Never.”